Mobil Eyes

I didn’t take any pix yesterday when I went to NYC to interview an exec at Pfizer, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t see any neat stuff. In this case, I discovered the Mobil Building, a block or so southwest of Pfizer’s HQ. A gent named wallyg posted a neat pix of the building (and the nearby Chrysler building) over at flickr:

Photo by wallyg, who appears to have some other really wonderful shots up at flickr, too!

Wanna see my pot of gold?

Last week at the conference in Philadelphia, one of my advertisers stopped by our booth and asked me to come by to answer a question his coworkers had. Their company is based in a small city.

One said, “On the way to dinner last night, we noticed that some of the street signs are made with rainbow symbols on them. Why is that?”

I looked at them puzzledly. “Seriously?” I asked.

They stared at me. “Yeah,” one said.

“It’s, uh, it’s the gay district,” I said.

“THANK YOU!” one said. “I told you guys! It’s like they’ve never been to a big city before,” he added.

I said, “You’ve never seen that? Rainbow flags? Storefronts with pretty colors? Guys who are much better looking than any guy you’ve ever met?”

“Seriously?” another asked. “Why do you know that?”

“Because . . . I’m aware of cultural symbols and I have lots of queer friends . . .?”

Walking back to my booth shaking my head, I muttered, “What did they think, it was the leprechaun district?”

What it is: 3/17/08

What I’m reading: During the weekend, I finished Love & Sleep, Osamu Tezuka’s Buddha comic and Darwyn Cooke’s The New Frontier. I’m continuing to work on Retired Racing Greyhounds for Dummies. I have 6 weeks until the third volume of AEgypt gets reissued, but this week’ll get spent pounding out the April issue and designing an advertiser’s supplement, so I doubt there’ll be much book-reading going on.

What I’m listening to: Dummy, by Portishead

What I’m watching: 2nd season of The Wire (two episodes remaining), No Country for Old Men, and Super Bowl XLII Champions: NY Giants DVD

What I’m drinking: Tim Horton’s coarse grind (French press style), a gift from my pals in Providence

Where I’m going: nowhere this week

What I’m happy about: Rufus is doing much better on the stairs.

What I’m sad about: Closing the crate door on the poor guy when I go to work in the morning, even though lots of people — including veterinarians and greyhound owners — told me not to get upset about doing it.

What I’m pondering: Whether I should get a microchip implanted that will give me an electric shock anytime I go more than 3 days without writing back to e-mails from friends or family. I feel like a heel lately.