What It Is: 9/28/09

What I’m reading: The new issue of Fantastic Man. Because I’m a fantastic man.

What I’m listening to: Essential Michael Jackson.

What I’m watching: A bunch of NFL, and The Rachel Zoe Project, which remarkably didn’t make me feel appreciably dumber. I guess it’s partly because, outside of the silly reality-show dramafication, the show also contains enough of the day-to-day aspects of Zoe’s job to be a little informative.

What I’m drinking: Red wine, although I don’t recall any of the labels. I didn’t drink too much during the conference-evenings, which is good. We took out a bunch of our event sponsors on Thursday night, and I managed to keep it down to 1.25 G&Ts, because our restaurant only had Tanqueray Ten on hand.

What Rufus is up to: According to my wife, he was pining for me while I was away at the conference. Thursday was the first time we used a dog-walker since Rufus got attacked last May. My brother took him outside once when he was here in July, but otherwise, it’s been me and/or Amy every day for 4+ months. Ru & the walker were fine.

Where I’m going: Nowhere, but my pals Ian & Jess are coming in for an overnight on Friday; we’re planning to take ’em to one of our favorite restaurants before seeing them on their way bright and early Saturday morning.

What I’m happy about: Our conference went off without a hitch! It just goes to show you what four micro-managing control freaks can accomplish when they all pull together! (Also, Crumb’s Book of Genesis is supposed to show up at my door sometime today! I’ll have some post-Yom Kippur reading that’ll actually be kinda Jew-y!)

What I’m sad about: Bill Safire died. And I’ve already started thinking about the speaker lineup for next year’s conference.

What I’m worried about: One of my speakers won’t show up.

What I’m pondering: Whether my body will manage to mistake nicotine (in the form of Ozona snuff) for the caffeine that I’m doing without for my Yom Kippur fast. I doubt it, but that’s why it’s a day of afflictions.

Moneyballs

Day 1 of our annual conference is over! It was a huge success: the exhibitor companies were ecstatic about the quality of the attendees they got to meet, while the attendees really enjoyed the 5-speaker slate I lined up for presentations. And I was ecstatic because the day’s final speaker, the FDA guy who hadn’t returned an e-mail from me for six months, showed up and hit a home run.

(To be fair, he did e-mail yesterday at noon to tell me that he’d be driving up from Maryland today. After six months of radio silence.)

I sat in on the first conference session, a keynote address from Pfizer, but after 5 minutes, I had to get up and leave. I headed upstairs from the conference ballroom to our registration area and checked on all our staffers, who were doing a great job of handing out attendee and exhibitor badges and conference bags. (It’s a lot of work, with a ton of people showing up at once. They do an awesome job.) I headed to the exhibit hall, which was filled with people building their tabletop displays and setting up their promotional material.

And I kept thinking, “I really should go downstairs and listen to the sessions.” I mean, I recruited all the speakers; I set up their time-slots to develop a good rhythm of topics and speaker-demographics; I coordinated all of their hotel needs; I collected their presentations and edited them (mainly for font issues on our laptop). But I just couldn’t sit down in the conference hall.

Fortunately, I was able to identify what I had become. And because it’s me, I was able to tie it to . . . yet another book in my life.

A few years ago, I read Moneyball, Michael Lewis’ entertaining book about the practices of Billy Beane and the Oakland A’s. Beane had caused a stir in baseball by focusing on certain player statistics that were valuable — in terms of contributing to wins — but undervalued by other teams. By snapping up players who excelled in these more esoteric areas, Beane was able to build a playoff contender on the cheap.

It’s a really wonderful book, following the A’s over the course of a season while exploring the history of sabermetricians — the “stat geeks” of baseball — and how their obsessive pursuit of metrics for baseball performance led to a new way of seeing the game.

The part of the book that came to mind while I was walking through the exhibit hall was when the playoffs began. Even though he worked incredibly hard to put together an A’s team capable of battling a Yankees team of nearly triple the payroll, it turned out that Billy Beane wouldn’t watch Oakland’s playoff games. He got in a car, turned off the radio, and drove around.

Why wouldn’t he watch? I’m paraphrasing here, but he basically said, “My system is good enough to get them into the playoffs over 162 games. But in a short playoff series, the sample set is too small. Luck plays too big a role.” He couldn’t bear to watch a team that was built statistically to excel in an MLB season, because it was all-too-easy to lose a series on a fluke.

And I thought, “That’s where I am. I’ve put too much energy into getting these speaker lineups together. I’m too burned-out from waking up at 3 a.m. wondering what I’m going to do if the FDA guy doesn’t show up. Now everyone’s here, but it’s up to them. I can’t make any of their presentations better, and I would be too bummed out if one of them had a bad day and left the attendees disappointed.”

So today was the playoffs, and I let my manager (my able moderator Frank Chrzanowski) take over. Like I said, they were all great. I have a couple of pals who will always be honest with me about my speakers’ performances. They raved today.

I actually did go downstairs to the conference to see the second half of the FDA guy’s presentation. He turned out to be witty, acerbic, and entertaining. I thought, “Man, I oughtta get him to write an article for us on this” before remembering, “Oh, that’s right. You swore you were never going to work with him again because he didn’t get back to you for six months.”

So there you go. I’m the Billy Beane of Contracting & Outsourcing 2009.

Why I live out here

The view of my backyard this evening, as we enjoy the last of the summer wine:

Also, I can play my music pretty loud.

(UPDATE: On the downside, when I was walking Rufus this morning c. 5:45 a.m., one of our neighbors warned me that there was a black bear further up the street. I guess the bears know when it’s garbage day, and plan their schedules accordingly. I do carry bear mace with me when I take Ru out, but I doubt my aim would be too good, esp. given the hour, the fog, and the fact that I’d also be holding a flashlight, Ru’s leash, and his bag of crap. In fact, the bag of crap might make for a better weapon than the bear mace.)

What It Is: 9/21/09

What I’m reading: Moby Dick, and a conversation between Elmore Leonard and Martin Amis (PDF).

What I’m listening to: Just iTunes randomness, and two interviews that I had to transcribe for articles in my October ish.

What I’m watching: Some football. And Annie Hall to celebrate Rosh Hashanah.

What I’m drinking: Stella Artois, Plymouth & Q Tonic, and some nice red wine my wife picked up.

What Rufus is up to: Getting a small cut on his paw, which led to him being bandaged up for a few days. But it healed in time for him to go on a Sunday greyhound hike!

Where I’m going: New Brunswick, for Contracting & Outsourcing 2009! Then bed!

What I’m happy about: That we’re in the final week for our big conference, and the final 10 days for our 10th anniversary issue. The combo of these two has been pretty exhausting for me.

What I’m sad about: It hasn’t gotten easier.

What I’m worried about: The FDA speaker for day 1 of the conference not showing up. I’d feel better about it if he’d returned a single call or e-mail from me in the past 4 months.

What I’m pondering: Whether I should bring tap shoes or a karaoke machine to help fill the 30-minute hole that would result from “what I’m worried about” coming true.

What It Is: 9/14/09

What I’m reading: This note about the 400th anniversary of the death of Rabbi Loew inspired me to re-read Introducing Kafka (mainly for R. Crumb’s drawings & strips). I also read Locas II, a huge collection of Jaime Hernandez’s comics. Occasionally I forget how wonderful it is to live in an era when artists like Xaime are doing such fantastic work (and making great illustrations).

What I’m listening to: A great B.S. Report podcast with Patton Oswalt, and an okay one with Bill Hader.

What I’m watching: The Basketball Hall of Fame class of 2009 induction ceremony, in which I learned that John Stockton can be kinda funny, Vivian Stringer had a tough life, Jerry Sloan has enormous hands, and Michael Jordan cannot handle retirement. Also watched a ton of NFL, and the Vandy-LSU game.

What I’m drinking: Cascade Mountain & Q Tonic.

What Rufus is up to: Meeting a ton of greyhounds at the annual grey-picnic in Bridgewater, NJ on Sunday. Pictures to come. (Here’s one from my wife!)

Where I’m going: No plans! Got any ideas?

What I’m happy about: Writing those Gary Panter & Gillian Welch posts last week.

What I’m sad about: Norman Borlaug’s death. He did have a full life, reaching 95 years and saving countless lives, but still.

What I’m worried about: Not my conference next week. At least, not as much as past years. We’ve already taken care of a lot of the things that usually get taken care of late in the game — the USB drives are much better than last year, for example — and our attendee count is surprisingly good, esp. given the economy. I’m sure something crazy will happen that throws everything askew, but I’m less nerve-wracked about things. Now I just gotta hope all 11 speakers actually show up for their sessions.

What I’m pondering: Whether I’m too old to start a band called Umvelt of the Dog.