Monthly Archives: December 2007

I am attending  a conference put on by a client. The conference dinner is fancy and everyone gives speeeches.

I listen to a number of the speeches but I don’t think they’re very good. I see some colleagues there. One woman wins the award for best presentation at the end of the conference. She has recently had six children and is carrying them around in a bag. I’m impressed that she can manage her family and professional life so well.

I congratulate her on winning the award, but as we’re talking I also happen to say that I did not think the conference was very good this year and the speeches were weaker than I’d seen in years past. I realize belatedly that might come off as insulting to her, and I stumble over my words as I try to backtrack on what I just said.

I’m talking with Susie and Anne about the rules for a card game we’re going to play. I argue that 4-of-a-kind and a full house should count for something, like in Yahtzee.

I’m visiting my childhood skating rink. I walk down to the end of Prescott Drive and realize how close it is. The layout of the rink has expanded and the hockey rink is gone. There isn’t any water in the pond and the skating rink area seems to extend all the way up toward the school. I see animals roaming around and some are threatening — there’s a squirrel and a wolf that I’m afraid of. The wolf comes after me.

Someone has bought the land that the skating rink is on and is building a house there. The new house will appear in Cool Hunting. I go back to the office and I read something in CH about the design of the house.

Friedman is on the lam. He’s skipped out on a rap in Vegas. He goes from restaurant to restaurant, pursued by the FBI.

My father stole a car. He’s driving an old 1940s Ford. We’re driving along the edge of an embankment trying to jump the car over to a bridge on the other side. We almost miss but pull up just in time.

Alex if you really love me then turn your head to the side you’re getting away.

I’m at a conference. I’m surprised how few people actually do mobile blogging.

I’m staying on the same floor as Robert Scoble and Kathy Sierra.

Simon keeps biting my fingers.

I’m working at Facebook AGAIN. Talking to the engineers there.

Fighting with my mother about fabric. Yelling at her that everything is always her point of view, like it’s a bubble around her head she can’t see past.

Elderly family members  dying.

I’m walking along a country road trying to get back to a lodge or a retreat center.

The line to get into a restaurant is very long but my group somehow lies to the hostess and she is very accommodating. She tries to get us a table. I feel guilty that we lied to her to get preferential treatment.

Jai’s jinx turns out to be dangerous. He has a way to transmit it to me by giving me a hug, like he’s some kind of jinx vampire. As he’s hugging me I can feel it attacking me and I’m scared because I know it’s too late to do anything about it.

I’m playing Sorry with Jai and he is cheating. Harry and Helen join us later. I am upset.

I have a smoothie maker. I mix up a chocolate shake and it overflows the machine and gets all over the counter.

Jai has a baby, he is pregnant and the baby is due in December, around Christmas. He makes Helen the godmother. I’m jealous. I think neither of them knows how to raise a baby.

I am visiting all twelve states that have a Federal Reserve bank in the order in which they joined the Union. And I am using a mode of transportation that is appropriate for both the state and the time period when they became a state. I use a boat to visit Washington state and an airplane to visit the Virginia/Washington D.C. area.

In Virginia the hotel is under new management. I don’t recommend it. The new managers are jerks and not inviting to customers. I stay there but I’m angry about it.

I hide in the hotel room in the closet, but I get caught.