Friday, February 25, 2005
It's almost midnight and I am sitting here in front of the computer and I really should just be asleep. I have been trapped at a trade show since yesterday afternoon and the mass of humanity has only made me tired. Why do trade shows exist? I mean really. I don't want to talk to the public or the people in the neighbouring booth. And the guys from Quebec tourism will not leave me alone. Am I supposed to believe that the people who wander by a display that highlights the active oppertunites in The Bahamas are really going to be inspired, just by that display, to travel there? If you are at a show and you stop at the Bahamas display, chances are you are one step away from buying the ticket anyway and you have an afternoon to kill.
The trade show, is a bit of a sham, I think. It is good for magazines and those people who sell shammies and dried meat, but I don't think it is so good for a lot of the companies that have displays. And if you happen to be trapped in one and really need a glass of water, be prepaired to shell out 3 bucks for a bottle. I say, instead of going to a trade show, get brochures from your travel agent and hit the flea market. Its the exact same experience but without the bad lighting.
Anyway, I am supposed to be working on my resume, but really there is no rush. It was all I could think about during the show and now it is clear that I thought about my resume in an attempt to numb myself to the harsh lighting, dull roar of the crowd and the annoyance of event staff. But, I am going to bed now, I gotta be fresh for the show tomorrow.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
I forgot to put this on the blog yesterday. Imagine, a baby with TWO heads!
So, last night I had a really unsettling dream. It was really vivid actually and I have had a lot of vivid dreams over the past few weeks. The other day I dreamed that I was walking around New York City with my little cousin looking for his dad who was staying at a relative's place. We walked and walked and couldn't find him and no one seemed concerned. That one was really frustrating, because we'd get close and then we turn a wrong corner and boom, we're lost again.
Last night I dreamed that I left the house for work (I think dreaming about going to work is probably the worst thing ever), but I forgot my coffee and I was half way to work. That second half of the journey to work was taking forever! In my dream I almost lost it. That is when I convinced myself that I was just dreaming. I actually had to wake up to feel better. Imagine, forgetting my coffee is my own personal nightmare.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
So here's a little update on the Mulatto conversation of Feb 4th.
ICB and I were chatting about such issues and he went off and did some research. He came up with this very interesting article:
Monday, February 21, 2005
I am a good friend. I mean a really good friend. Last night, after a packed weekend of socializing and having fun I was tired. Real tired. However, a good friend of mine was playing with her Brazilian drumming group on Queen St. So she wanted me to go, and I wanted to go, but man was I tired and out of nowhere a blizzard descended onto the city.
Guess who left the house in a blizzard, despite her tiredness and regardless of the gale force wind. Me. That's right, I went to see my friend play. And, you know what. She was great. I mean really great. Also, I had a real good time.
I am sure there is a lesson here somewhere, but I am not going to think too hard on it.