Edward's birthday. And no gift.

Maybe when I go back.
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The BABB thing

Notes from Friday 16:

Went to the Jen Bekman gallery, partially to satisfy my curiosity concerning Caterina’s art, partially to burn time after work before the BABB. Caterina’s piece seemed to have sold, as I did not see it. There were some interesting photographic pieces on glass that interested me though. But it didn’t nearly burn enough time.

I forgot my glasses, so; but the red light over the door did not lead me wrong. I must have been the second or third person in there for the BABB, and straight from work as well. Geek.

“Hi, party of Frankenstein, Paul Frankenstein?”
“Uh, is that a band? Can I see some ID?”
“What? No, I’m looking for a guy, Paul Frankenstein.”
“Don’t know him. Okay, cool,” he says, after giving my obviously fake 30-year old ID when I am so obviously fourteen or fifteen the fish-eye for a few moments. “No cursing and no hitting on women.”
“Thanks. Wait, what was that?”
“I said, no cursing and no hitting on women. It’s policy.”
“Hokay.”

Ken brought in Jahna and her sister? cousin? I forget. I made the mistake of getting between the two of them while trying to take some weight off my feet, whereupon the sister/cousin started talking over me. My only recommendation when getting between the two of them is, Don’t!

Megan and Aaron said hello to me. She asked me about the Ethiopian restaurant in Philadelphia she had mentioned, but I had never gotten the address from her, so had never gone, as none of the clerks or liverymen or concierges knew of any Ethiopian restaurant, as the kinds of people who stay at the Adams Mark seem to have little call for it, and I was rambling way too long on a simple no, so I shut up. I told Aaron and Megan that I was contracted to a certain Distressed Client, but then realized perhaps I should not mention the project, so I shut up. Aaron has a new job at a startup, but I got distracted and interrupted their conversation, so shut up. And I never got to question him on his cosmology.

I caught Liz out on having de-linked me over the war. She seemed somewhat sheepish about it, though I have no hard feelings... see, Liz, your link's still there. We started talking about wide ranging things, and I think she holds no personal animosity despite her de-linking me. Which is a good thing.

Some woman intrigued by the, um, for lack of a better word for it, “blogging scene” had dragged her friend here. They seemed to be ignored by most, so I asked a question of one of them, and pretended to act interested (← mistake one) in the long-winded answer while I tried to think of a getaway line. No one conveniently butted in. Sigh.

I thanked Lady Crumpet for the theory card link, complaining Stanley Fish was not in their number. She nodded politely through the conversation.

Pitchaya and I talked about his piece on Woolf. I got to gesticulating, which led to the spilling of the beer, and having neither the napkins nor the presence of mind to go about getting one, I stood over it to make sure no one else slipped on it.

Mike got a Dimage Xi, a later model than the one (Dimage X) Paul had shown him last time, after losing the one he had shown us in a taxi cab. I pointed out that a newer model (Xt) had been released recently in Japan, but he knew about it. I appreciated his piece on Rosanna Cash, and he asked me why I still have not written for his Case for Song project. Now, I live in a fog of music, and selecting a single song from this would probably be beyond my eminently indecisive capabilities.

James LileksAnil Dash was there, pimping marketing whatever he's marketing.

Ravenwolf and NIck M: no-shows.
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