The Virgin lounge at Heathrow is playing easy listening dance music - the modern day elevator music. But at least it's a step closer to home. I'm not good at strange offices, strange new people and stranger hotels. Maybe it's an age thing. Maybe its my obsession with my weight and the fear that every day away seems to see me slipping farther away from the gym and towards the slub in a suit demeanor of the people around me.
The week here was pretty pointless - I didn't get to change the work, to present it or really to comment upon it. I did add expensively flown in numbers to what was a meeting chock full of expensively flown in people.
Anyway the flight is on time I'm told and I should make it home by about 13.30 - so right now all is well with the world
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Dr Who in Cardiff
They filmed this year's Dr. Who Xmas special in Cardiff. I mention this only because it features Catherine Tate - who I watched last night on TV.
The US closes down most of the TV shows in early December and the idea of Xmas specials beyond talk show and game show hosts in hats is unfathomable. It's a shame really because Xmas TV in the UK really is family TV and there's not enough of that.
Of course the first Xmas reality show will be huge... Carol Idol
The US closes down most of the TV shows in early December and the idea of Xmas specials beyond talk show and game show hosts in hats is unfathomable. It's a shame really because Xmas TV in the UK really is family TV and there's not enough of that.
Of course the first Xmas reality show will be huge... Carol Idol
Thursday, November 09, 2006
The Milestone Hotel
Well this is today's hotel in my ever moving hotel tour of London and it's all rather nice. Eastern European doorman, 50s faced northerners behind the concierge desk, stout receptionists in sensible shoes, mint on your pillow, Laura Ashley on your duvet, Union Jack flying, unused pool owning, floorboard creaking, porn disguising (special offer 24 hour internet access that just happens to unlock all porn) and overlooking the park. A shame then that it's miles from anywhere you'd want to be and seems to repel taxis.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Outrageous
so, having spent $900 on a one night stay in what could best be described as a hotel that had seen its heyday at around the same time as Cyndi Lauper had seen hers I've now moved to another hotel so far north of the office it comes with its own sled and team of huskies.
My, isn't London expensive?
And yet it's packed with Bentleys - you can't move for them - each looking for all the world like a Chrysler 300 - but with more fake looking wood. I'm amazed at the number of people here who seem to be rolling in dough - and it's not just the Russians and their 'model girlfriends'... it is (it seems) everybody but me.
I watched a while this morning as a group of young guys set about sweeping the leaves from the street outside a row of expensive houses. Moving carefully between the tonnes and tonnes of expensive German sheet metal they barely seemed to cast a glance upward. Which made me wonder - where are the riots? where is the class war? why haven't the Prosche drivers been garrotted.
At least in the US we have the good sense to place the disenfranchised well away from the people with money. In places like New Orleans. And where proximity is forced (LA for example) we build large electric fences and have them patrolled by trigger happy young men with something to prove. This, it seems to me, is entirely sensible and neccessary.
Yet the Brits seem to work on their own particular caste system - on people knowing their place and believing that what they have is what they ought to have. There's a satisfaction here that amazes me - a carefully balanced social system too delicate even to be examined.
I'll stop meandering and try to get to a point - if you want me I'll be out keying Mercs
My, isn't London expensive?
And yet it's packed with Bentleys - you can't move for them - each looking for all the world like a Chrysler 300 - but with more fake looking wood. I'm amazed at the number of people here who seem to be rolling in dough - and it's not just the Russians and their 'model girlfriends'... it is (it seems) everybody but me.
I watched a while this morning as a group of young guys set about sweeping the leaves from the street outside a row of expensive houses. Moving carefully between the tonnes and tonnes of expensive German sheet metal they barely seemed to cast a glance upward. Which made me wonder - where are the riots? where is the class war? why haven't the Prosche drivers been garrotted.
At least in the US we have the good sense to place the disenfranchised well away from the people with money. In places like New Orleans. And where proximity is forced (LA for example) we build large electric fences and have them patrolled by trigger happy young men with something to prove. This, it seems to me, is entirely sensible and neccessary.
Yet the Brits seem to work on their own particular caste system - on people knowing their place and believing that what they have is what they ought to have. There's a satisfaction here that amazes me - a carefully balanced social system too delicate even to be examined.
I'll stop meandering and try to get to a point - if you want me I'll be out keying Mercs
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
London
Flying to London tonight... my return has been delayed so not back until Saturday now but at least the delay means that I get to take the purple plane back and to feel like a proper Jetrosexual.
More stuff from London when I get there. If you're in London and wanna drink / dance / cook me dinner then leave a comment - I promise to get back to you
More stuff from London when I get there. If you're in London and wanna drink / dance / cook me dinner then leave a comment - I promise to get back to you
Sunday, November 05, 2006
I started to cough today...
... and whilst rationally I know that people get coughs in winter I can feel death's warm stench damp upon my neck.
More scared today than I've ever been. Weird huh? The threat of disease being more terrifying than the presence of disease.
Time to pull myself together, get on a plane and talk food with people who don't respect my opinion (again) all the while mourning for my lost sense of triviality.
More scared today than I've ever been. Weird huh? The threat of disease being more terrifying than the presence of disease.
Time to pull myself together, get on a plane and talk food with people who don't respect my opinion (again) all the while mourning for my lost sense of triviality.
Brrrr
It's 11C outside
Last night it dropped to about 3C
Why did people choose to settle here? Surely when the first winter hit they must have thought 'bugger this' and at least considered following the migrating birds?
I'm missing Singapore this morning.
It must be bad.
Time I think for a week in the sun somewhere
Last night it dropped to about 3C
Why did people choose to settle here? Surely when the first winter hit they must have thought 'bugger this' and at least considered following the migrating birds?
I'm missing Singapore this morning.
It must be bad.
Time I think for a week in the sun somewhere
Saturday, November 04, 2006
stuck in Seattle
Having just made her connection on the way the way to Victoria Jude managed to miss her return connection by 3 minutes - meaning a 7 hr wait at the airport in Seattle and a red-eye flight.
So coped with massage, winebras, paella and pizza (which she carried onto the plane hoping to find hungry passengers to feed) and insists that the airport in Seattle is the best in the country - an opinion fuelled partly by the wine and partly by a well stocked Barnes and Nobel replete with Fantasy section.
Of course she didn't sleep on the flight and has consequently been a space cadet all day - but it's cute.
Next week sees me in London and Jude in Troy (Velcro is off to Eva's Play Pups, the cats to a neighbor)... the week after Jude in Calgary and me in New York and we're hoping to soon after be back in London exchanging work permits and making my dream of a move a reality.
Ultimately what I want to do is talk for a living. I love to present. I love models and theories pulled down into simple actions. I love the scale of theory and the possibility of execution. There's something about taking a concept as big as fractured narrative and applying it to a disposable razor that just floats my boat. I don't know why.
Anyway the move won't turn me into a professional talker immediately - but that's the aim. To be a brain and a brand on the conference circuit (a giant amongst pygmies).
To do it I'll most probably have to write a book that I can shamelessly promote - but let's face it the book is well overdue anyway.
So coped with massage, winebras, paella and pizza (which she carried onto the plane hoping to find hungry passengers to feed) and insists that the airport in Seattle is the best in the country - an opinion fuelled partly by the wine and partly by a well stocked Barnes and Nobel replete with Fantasy section.
Of course she didn't sleep on the flight and has consequently been a space cadet all day - but it's cute.
Next week sees me in London and Jude in Troy (Velcro is off to Eva's Play Pups, the cats to a neighbor)... the week after Jude in Calgary and me in New York and we're hoping to soon after be back in London exchanging work permits and making my dream of a move a reality.
Ultimately what I want to do is talk for a living. I love to present. I love models and theories pulled down into simple actions. I love the scale of theory and the possibility of execution. There's something about taking a concept as big as fractured narrative and applying it to a disposable razor that just floats my boat. I don't know why.
Anyway the move won't turn me into a professional talker immediately - but that's the aim. To be a brain and a brand on the conference circuit (a giant amongst pygmies).
To do it I'll most probably have to write a book that I can shamelessly promote - but let's face it the book is well overdue anyway.
Friday, November 03, 2006
madman
Yesterday's post made me seem like a madman. And I was a madman yesterday. I have this desire to be treated with respect, courtesy, dignity - that kind of thing and when it doesn't happen I tend to lose my shit, descending to the level of the people who make booking travel hell because they jealously see travel as a luxury rather than a chore - and impose their own misery as a tax upon it.
Anyway yesterday's post was more disjointed than a geriatric post bungee jumping weekend and I apologize, if for nothing else then for the frantic grammar.
Today I am MUCH more chilled.
I saw Borat - which was short, fitfully hilarious and so un-American that I want to fly to Utah to watch it with a real US audience. Manhattan, as Marty sometimes reminds me, is an island off the coast of America and should be treated as such on matters of national taste and social temperature.
I made a bid for secondwife.com
I talked with a very cool guy about a couple of TV show ideas (he has a good track record)
I walked the dog.
And i realized that I'm only 2 weeks from it being a year to the day that I was diagnosed.
At which point the travel, the pettiness, the lack of consideration and the general intensity of the situation melted away as I counted the facts that I'm still breathing, breathing without coughing and well enough to rail against the inconsiderate as blessings.
Anyway yesterday's post was more disjointed than a geriatric post bungee jumping weekend and I apologize, if for nothing else then for the frantic grammar.
Today I am MUCH more chilled.
I saw Borat - which was short, fitfully hilarious and so un-American that I want to fly to Utah to watch it with a real US audience. Manhattan, as Marty sometimes reminds me, is an island off the coast of America and should be treated as such on matters of national taste and social temperature.
I made a bid for secondwife.com
I talked with a very cool guy about a couple of TV show ideas (he has a good track record)
I walked the dog.
And i realized that I'm only 2 weeks from it being a year to the day that I was diagnosed.
At which point the travel, the pettiness, the lack of consideration and the general intensity of the situation melted away as I counted the facts that I'm still breathing, breathing without coughing and well enough to rail against the inconsiderate as blessings.
Sick as a dog
I have to go to London this week - for a meeting that's as pointless as a mental institute's crayons. The meeting is on Tuesday and because the finance department at work managed to lose my expense reports I'm having to do the 'there and back in a day' flight. My corporate card has been suspended and so I simply can't afford to pay for a hotel. So it's arrive Tuesday morning / leave Tuesday night.
To add insult to injury finance then cancelled the flight that I had on Virgin (flat beds, free cars and a 6.30am arrival for a 9am meeting in town) in a bid to save money. Instead they booked me AA (no beds, pay for the cars and an 8.20am arrival - too late to make the meeting as I'll be travelling by public transport)... in a bid to save about seventy quid.
Of course there's a big (and pointy) meeting coming up later the same week - and I'll not be there for that meeting. Because I can't afford a hotel (finance fuck up, no cards remember) I have to fly back Tuesday and my doctors won't let me get on another trans-atlantic flight that week.
So it's all fucked up - by people who swore that it wouldn't be - and in a bid to save less money than the average exec memeber spends in a couple of days on coffee.
I say bollocks to it all. Enough of this shit. And some other profanity laden expression of being 'over it'. Call the lawyers, call the embassy, get me the hell out of here.
To add insult to injury finance then cancelled the flight that I had on Virgin (flat beds, free cars and a 6.30am arrival for a 9am meeting in town) in a bid to save money. Instead they booked me AA (no beds, pay for the cars and an 8.20am arrival - too late to make the meeting as I'll be travelling by public transport)... in a bid to save about seventy quid.
Of course there's a big (and pointy) meeting coming up later the same week - and I'll not be there for that meeting. Because I can't afford a hotel (finance fuck up, no cards remember) I have to fly back Tuesday and my doctors won't let me get on another trans-atlantic flight that week.
So it's all fucked up - by people who swore that it wouldn't be - and in a bid to save less money than the average exec memeber spends in a couple of days on coffee.
I say bollocks to it all. Enough of this shit. And some other profanity laden expression of being 'over it'. Call the lawyers, call the embassy, get me the hell out of here.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Halloween Parade - observations
The more bridges you've crossed to reach the parade the sharper your elbows
Ordering champagne (and tipping big) gets you great post parade service.
Barstaff have better bodies than bar customers
New York students use Halloween as an excuse to dress as sluts
I am too old to live in this town
Queeny old men have the pinkest tint to their nostalgia prescription specs.
Continuous focus and flash eats batteries
Halloween is the city's anonymous sex festival
Pumpkins are cool
Ordering champagne (and tipping big) gets you great post parade service.
Barstaff have better bodies than bar customers
New York students use Halloween as an excuse to dress as sluts
I am too old to live in this town
Queeny old men have the pinkest tint to their nostalgia prescription specs.
Continuous focus and flash eats batteries
Halloween is the city's anonymous sex festival
Pumpkins are cool
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Halloween Parade in New York
By all accounts the NYC Halloween parade is attended by 2m people. Why they'd line up in the dark to watch people dressed as tarts, tramps, hookers, monsters and politicians parade by I don't quite understand. You can see more authentic versions of all of the above in many areas of the city despite the Guilliani clean up of yesteryear.
Smut, it seems, like air bubbles behind cheap wallpaper can by moved but not eliminated. A friend of mine who recently attended an S&M club close to her house told me that the patrons there were bemoaning the internet. By all accounts the net had managed to fragment the S&M community into ever more specialized groups - until having one place to meet no longer made sense. Instead the former members of the club now met less frequently, in smaller numbers and indulged in specialties that were ever more narrow.
I imagine that the ghettoizing of Halloween is sure to follow suit one day. A kids parade. A gay parade. A political parade. A covens only parade. A cartoon character parade. And it will be a great shame. There's something about the tension between the bare breasted dykes on bikes and the proud moms of autistic mid-western children that makes for a more electric parade - and a better time.
Of course I'm now banging on about something that makes me seem like even more of a 'fogey' (in my day all the perverts had to march together) but I can't be alone in mourning the fact that we're increasingly alone. That we're living more and more in our heads. That communication is becoming virtual rather than actual. That we have more myspace friends than real friends.
Maybe I am alone - but I'm not alone in being alone. And that makes me feel better.
Smut, it seems, like air bubbles behind cheap wallpaper can by moved but not eliminated. A friend of mine who recently attended an S&M club close to her house told me that the patrons there were bemoaning the internet. By all accounts the net had managed to fragment the S&M community into ever more specialized groups - until having one place to meet no longer made sense. Instead the former members of the club now met less frequently, in smaller numbers and indulged in specialties that were ever more narrow.
I imagine that the ghettoizing of Halloween is sure to follow suit one day. A kids parade. A gay parade. A political parade. A covens only parade. A cartoon character parade. And it will be a great shame. There's something about the tension between the bare breasted dykes on bikes and the proud moms of autistic mid-western children that makes for a more electric parade - and a better time.
Of course I'm now banging on about something that makes me seem like even more of a 'fogey' (in my day all the perverts had to march together) but I can't be alone in mourning the fact that we're increasingly alone. That we're living more and more in our heads. That communication is becoming virtual rather than actual. That we have more myspace friends than real friends.
Maybe I am alone - but I'm not alone in being alone. And that makes me feel better.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Halloween is coming
and so I took a scary pic of Jude waiting for the subway to take her into Manhattan... one of the tyhings I love most about her is how unselfconscious she is in front of a camera - and how willing she is to do ugly / weird beautiful as well as smiley / happy faced beautiful.
I on the other hand become tight jawed, eyebrow raised and quite unnatural... as it should be.
I on the other hand become tight jawed, eyebrow raised and quite unnatural... as it should be.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Weekend
So Friday night we went to an exhibition of photos that featured naked women posing with dead fish of different sizes. Our friend Ali had posed for such a picture one snowy night on the Brooklyn bridge - and I have to say that hers was the best picture of all. Aptly we followed the show with sushi.
Saturday saw me buying a book by one of the people that I"ve been working with, some gloves from a five store collective, taking in a movie (The Prestige - go see) and then going to dinner at a space that projects entertainment onto the walls as you sit on sofas and eat. Last night's piece was pretty cool - five people told stories of 'Haunted Appliances' whilst on the walls were images of post-it notes that illustrated their stories. From there it was on to an empty warehouse / Clown bar that catered only it seemed for a very gay barman.
Today we have brunch with some ex-friends of Judith's followed by dinner at the house of a guy we met when Judith was assistant directing an improvisational theatre piece about beauty and destruction. I met him when our house became the screening venue for a black and white filmed mime against war - and he now wants to interview me, for some reason.
It's not an untypical weekend and I can't help but think to myself - this wouldn't happen in Denver
Saturday saw me buying a book by one of the people that I"ve been working with, some gloves from a five store collective, taking in a movie (The Prestige - go see) and then going to dinner at a space that projects entertainment onto the walls as you sit on sofas and eat. Last night's piece was pretty cool - five people told stories of 'Haunted Appliances' whilst on the walls were images of post-it notes that illustrated their stories. From there it was on to an empty warehouse / Clown bar that catered only it seemed for a very gay barman.
Today we have brunch with some ex-friends of Judith's followed by dinner at the house of a guy we met when Judith was assistant directing an improvisational theatre piece about beauty and destruction. I met him when our house became the screening venue for a black and white filmed mime against war - and he now wants to interview me, for some reason.
It's not an untypical weekend and I can't help but think to myself - this wouldn't happen in Denver
Friday, October 27, 2006
Gym bunnies wanted
I'm determined to be in better shape by Christmas and in fantastic shape by the summer. The last year has given me the perfect excuse not to exercise (other than doing 5 miles a day with the dog) and the perfect excuse to indulge in food. And I'm heading in the direction of the gym bunny pictured.
Of course I'm disguising my body vanity as a quest for better health. As all body dismorphioc people do. As you know I'm working with nutritionists at the moment and each seem to find the name and the naming of this blog worrysome.
The name you see came as an immediate reaction to being told that I was going to need chemo. Far from devastation or a need for a moment to process the information I immediately pictured myself as Ivan Lendl, hollow cheeked, gaunt and pale and thought 'Wow, I'm going to be fabulously thin.' This - by expert accounts - is not a normal reaction.
Nor was it an accurate picture. The steroid, the bloating, the food cravings and the post cancer feeling of immunity from death all led to the pounds piling on and the muscle falling off.
Leaving Sydney I weighed 155lbs and had 10% body fat. During chemo that was 157lbs and 11.5%. Now I'm 165lbs and larding it around like Bella Emberg after a vacation at a Donut factory.
So it's time to say no to alcohol, no to snacks, no to the sofa and hello gym, hello pilates, hello carrots, hello 7 mile walks with the dog.
I want trousers that don't brand me when I lean over. I want not to be able to pinch more than an inch. I want to escape the invisibility of middle age and be noticed on the streets, checked out in Chelsea and comfortable on a T-shirt. I want to say goodbye to man boobs and the Florida or Texas waistline decision.
So it's back to the grindstone - I have a second gym session in 30 mins and a 2 hr dog walk planned thereafter. I also have 'before' photos to take. This, I think, is gonna be a bumpy ride
Of course I'm disguising my body vanity as a quest for better health. As all body dismorphioc people do. As you know I'm working with nutritionists at the moment and each seem to find the name and the naming of this blog worrysome.
The name you see came as an immediate reaction to being told that I was going to need chemo. Far from devastation or a need for a moment to process the information I immediately pictured myself as Ivan Lendl, hollow cheeked, gaunt and pale and thought 'Wow, I'm going to be fabulously thin.' This - by expert accounts - is not a normal reaction.
Nor was it an accurate picture. The steroid, the bloating, the food cravings and the post cancer feeling of immunity from death all led to the pounds piling on and the muscle falling off.
Leaving Sydney I weighed 155lbs and had 10% body fat. During chemo that was 157lbs and 11.5%. Now I'm 165lbs and larding it around like Bella Emberg after a vacation at a Donut factory.
So it's time to say no to alcohol, no to snacks, no to the sofa and hello gym, hello pilates, hello carrots, hello 7 mile walks with the dog.
I want trousers that don't brand me when I lean over. I want not to be able to pinch more than an inch. I want to escape the invisibility of middle age and be noticed on the streets, checked out in Chelsea and comfortable on a T-shirt. I want to say goodbye to man boobs and the Florida or Texas waistline decision.
So it's back to the grindstone - I have a second gym session in 30 mins and a 2 hr dog walk planned thereafter. I also have 'before' photos to take. This, I think, is gonna be a bumpy ride
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Outsourcing parenting
I'm doing more and more work on how we're outsourcing parenting these days - so desperate to be our kids friends that we're prepared to pay to have somebody else police them. Be it a real nanny, a net nanny or a GPS system attached to their car / phone that alerts the police when errant children stray from the boundaries set for them.
Moms wanna be 'chat buddies', dads wanna be 'sports buddies' and everyone wants to be liked. It's a weird trend, this discipline at a distance by a paid stranger but it's quite an industry
Moms wanna be 'chat buddies', dads wanna be 'sports buddies' and everyone wants to be liked. It's a weird trend, this discipline at a distance by a paid stranger but it's quite an industry
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
2nd full day at work
I did two days back to back at work this week.
Punctuated by long breakfasts and lunches
And finished with my getting slaughtered on the cheap Hungarian plonk served up by NylonNehru suited barmen at agency functions
Sad but true.
Still no word on my move
Or on my staying
Punctuated by long breakfasts and lunches
And finished with my getting slaughtered on the cheap Hungarian plonk served up by NylonNehru suited barmen at agency functions
Sad but true.
Still no word on my move
Or on my staying
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
A change is gonna come
when I was a lad when Nike wanted my attention they wrote an ad that dragged Eric Cantona and Robbie Fowler down to the park for a kick-a-bout with some amateurs, mixed in some Blur and had us all falling over ourselves to throw our praise and money at them. This year they decided to get people to participate in sport with Run London - North vs South, in competition and varying colors. I could download myself crossing the line, keep my timing device, alter the course of the competition and choose my virtual training partner. It was about involvement. Why write an ad when you can stage an event - and film it?More and more this is the way that 'advertising' is going. Less show, less tell, more invitation, more innovation. It's what I want to do too. I've said before that my job is to have people appreciate the things that they buy and own more. Coke tastes better out of a can than in a blind taste test. Handing over a Lexus keyring feels great (if you're a fat old guy who loves Valet Parking). There's an argument to be made here - but I'm at work. And people are playing the 'I'm loud and therefore right' card... making it impossible to concentrate on anything other than bad puns, poor strategy and perpetuating the belief that we're the only intelligent people in the world.
a real post when I get home
Monday, October 23, 2006
Dawn of a new era
I started my Pilates today. 1 on 1 sessions with a very encouraging women who did her best not to dissolve into fllods of tears / laughter at my pathetic efforts. I shall be returning twice a week for the next 6 weeks as well as piling on the gym sessions.
With Jude already scheduled for Niagara, Denver, Calgary and Victoria BC and with more dates piling up for her it's good that I have something to keep my devilish hands occupied. There is, after all, a time when even the Internet can fail to entertain.
My desperate need for physicality - and the idea of my running along beaches, cycling through crisp mountain air and skiiing with the hoi poloi is shaping Judith's job search I think. Though the idea of Hong Kong is financially appealing.
I'm wondering whether all of this 'must be in the open air, under a big sky' nonsense is a late reaction to near death, the early onset of a mid-life crisis (okay, not so early) or a sudden realization that I've been selling my soul for pennies in cities that have made me ill for too long.
So the exercise started today. And the books start tomorrow. I have two ideas for books on advertising and deciding which to write has been paralyzing... so I'm going to do both.
The first is a simple '12 shapes that shape advertising' - a How To... for planners.
The second asks the question 'if advertising started today; with all of the technology that we have but none of the history' what would it look like? what would advertising agencies look like? and what would our cities look like?'
So - exercise for body and mind - cool
With Jude already scheduled for Niagara, Denver, Calgary and Victoria BC and with more dates piling up for her it's good that I have something to keep my devilish hands occupied. There is, after all, a time when even the Internet can fail to entertain.
My desperate need for physicality - and the idea of my running along beaches, cycling through crisp mountain air and skiiing with the hoi poloi is shaping Judith's job search I think. Though the idea of Hong Kong is financially appealing.
I'm wondering whether all of this 'must be in the open air, under a big sky' nonsense is a late reaction to near death, the early onset of a mid-life crisis (okay, not so early) or a sudden realization that I've been selling my soul for pennies in cities that have made me ill for too long.
So the exercise started today. And the books start tomorrow. I have two ideas for books on advertising and deciding which to write has been paralyzing... so I'm going to do both.
The first is a simple '12 shapes that shape advertising' - a How To... for planners.
The second asks the question 'if advertising started today; with all of the technology that we have but none of the history' what would it look like? what would advertising agencies look like? and what would our cities look like?'
So - exercise for body and mind - cool
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