No, not Levigne.  The month.  So soon.  So, so soon.  Sun, yes.  Balmier days, yes.  But, taxes and all that bullshit too.  When I lived in Seattle, my roommate Margaret’s friends always had a Pauper Party on April 16th.  Good times.  Chili with all the fixin’s (one is obligated to drop the “g” when using the word “fixin’s”) — onions, cheese, jalapeno peppers, sour cream, etc.  Delish.  

My friend, Carla, is having a recession party.  Could be just as fun.  But has the ring of “we’re screwed” to it as well.  Recession party.  Maybe I’ll run on that ticket next year.  Keep the recession going strong.  See how people respond to that.  My platform would have to be very carefully thought out so as to ensure that any new jobs were shipped overseas and that we stopped producing anything at all here in this country.  Maybe we could invade Canada and that would pump up the economy.  War is always good for revving up the old capitalist engine.  

I’m reading “The Fall of Rome and the End of Civilization” by Bryan Ward Pickens.  Very, very interesting book.  I highly recommend it.  Good to remind oneself of some stuff.  After all, history DOES repeat itself.  As do refried beans.


Miami – WMC

So.  I just got back from Miami, where they had the Winter Music Conference.  It was so bizarre and crazy and surreal.  Outbound and inbound flights delayed by three hours.  Beaches okay but semi-cloudy.  Rained everv day.  Huge mistake to have opened my work emails where I got a notice that my wages were cut.  Awesome.  Trip cost over a grand.  Didn’t meet any interesting people.  Characters, yes.  People, no.  Tattoos, implants, ass cleavage and butt cheeks everywhere, huge sunglasses, high heels, tons of make-up, vacuous conversation.  That about sums it up.

Argh.  LUCKILY my traveling companions were hysterical so there was a lot of laughing.  Thank God for that.  

Returned  to fall down a flight of stairs this morning on my way out my apartment.  Landed on my ass and elbows, so we’ll see if there was any real damage by the time I get to work.  

Argh again.  I can already feel my arms starting to ache.  2009.  Full of surprises.

The Birds

Well……they came, they heard, and they suctioned out the peegons.  So I am told.  We shall see tomorrow.  If there is a scratching or not.

Hello world!

Indeed, “Hello world!”  Sitting in a coffee shop doing a bit of work prior to going to the office.  And, by office…..I mean a brown cave with no windows and pigeons living in the drop ceiling above my desk.  Seriously.  It smells like a pigeon coop in there and I’m hoping that I will not end up with some crazy bird flu or something.  It’s MADNESS!!!!  

And the irony is that I work for a French luxury fashion house.  Upon informing my boss of the latest situation (the birds) he simply said “Incroyable.”  And that was it.  Nothing about getting them out.  Nothing about how I’m doing.  Typical French management I tell you.  After working with or for the French for the past 10-12 years……I can say that  and know that it’s true.  Mais oui.  Lovely people to socialize with.  Not so much when it comes to management and/or organizational skills on the whole.  The higher up they go……the less the skills.   Things seem to all fall to pieces.  Hmmmmm.  

Well that is all for now.  I’ll return later in the day.