I’m crazy-busy with these Top Companies profiles and re-confirming all of my conference speakers, but here’s a pic from Sunday’s trip out to Vernon, NJ for a greyhound meet & greet (so people can find out what awesome dogs greyhounds can be):
Rufus had a pretty good time. I mean, he sniffed tons of dog-butt, which is what passes for a good time in those circles. I think there were more than a dozen greys at the event; they certainly outnumbered the other pet groups that had come to this adoption fair.
I’m convinced they tangle up their leashes just to get their owners to bash into each other.
(Oh, and if you live in/near NJ and you’re interested in adopting a greyhound, contact Greyhound Friends NJ. They did a great job, setting us up with Rufus.)
What I’m reading: The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable
, by Nassim Nicholas Taleb, along with more 10-K statements and annual reports for my Top Companies issue.
What I’m listening to: 5:55
by Charlotte Gainsbourg again. And again.
What I’m watching: Yankees-Mets, The Minor Accomplishments of Jackie Woodman, and the Roberto Benigni scene from Night on Earth
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What I’m drinking: Harp, at a semi-business get-together Saturday night.
Where I’m going: Nowhere for holiday week. Still more writing and layouts to do!
What I’m happy about: A week from today, this issue will be over. Oh, and yay! Germany loses!
What I’m sad about: Not a lot. I’m too busy to be sad. Which is sad in itself, I admit.
What I’m pondering: When Gillian Welch & David Rawlings are going to put out another album.
What? You think I’d let him be a Mets fan?
Congrats to Bill Gates and Will Leitch on the last day at their current jobs!
You want links? I got links! Just click “More”!
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Working at home for several days, then coming into the office to square away a bunch of little details with people . . . only to discover that your desktop computer is dead!
Good thing I back up my issue and conference files on a 4gb thumb drive, and keep my (non-company) laptop on hand!
Sure would be nice to get to my old e-mails, though . . .
