The dragon building we pass when heading back from sushi.
So I got up today, early for a conference call. I didn’t know which project it was for but I figured I could wing it. Turns out, it wasn’t for any project currently on the burner. I nodded telephonically saying anything is possible in time and got it over with in less than half an hour.
Ate lunch with Heather at the sushi joint, since Dave was getting ready to fly a plane. In fact, to learn “spins.” In his words, “from the time that (the plane) breaks to the left it accelerates from about 40 to about 140 and drops a little over 1200 ft before straightening out.” It’s actually a “stall,” but it gets complicated without aid of a video aid.
The rest of the afternoon, I piddled with some production work and answered a ton of email that heaped up in my absence.
After revisiting photos imported and developed from Seattle and stroking my beard, I decided it was time for radical change. Toward the end of the day, I went to Tiny Tina and put my hand up to my adam’s apple, “Cut it off to here.”
She gladly did.
There was a new dog, she adopted, running around the barber shop. A great mutt with a fine coat and wonderful disposition.
A fast, welcome friend.
Funny how some animals take a liking to you, and you to them, and a grin emerges.
I have a meeting in Columbus, OH in the a.m. and I wondered, hmmmm, maybe I should just drive up right from here (my bags were still in the back of the truck) and spend the night.
I’ll be honest. There was an ulterior motive…
The bears of Columbus Ohio hang out in the bar on Wednesday nights, I heard through the grapevine. Pondering my newly shorn face fur, I wondered, hmmmm, go buy the new Madonna CD (which i hear has a nice acoustic/electronic bent) or go see bears.
Madonna… Bears…
The bears won. And wow, what a winner. I somehow stumbled into a throng of bikers at the bar and swore I would go camping with them in a few weeks. And dagnabbit, I think I will. I need to air out the tent for the season… and they were super kind.
Then I got a drink bought for me from a couple o fellas across the bar.
Yeehaw for fresh meat syndrome.
Went over and talked with a fella named Jeff from Indianapolis and had a great chat about stuff. Movies, gay expectations and whatnot.
Told him all about the hidden neighborhoods and some places to eat while in Cincinnati.
It was gettin late. He left, and I wandered to see the back bar. Celine Dion was big as shit on a projected screen behind the empty dance floor, torturing an old Cyndi Lauper ditty.
The next video clip: “Backstage at the making of Chicago the Movie, with a soundtrack of the hamster dance,” was the last straw. Time to find a hotel.
Went to the Drury Inn with high speed net, but wondered, c’mon… are “Vacancy” neon signs too passe now?
Sometimes I think information design is dead.
Humph.
