On the Mac store tour, now on Prince @ Greene where I happen to be blogging on a powerbook just like mine simultaneously on a gigantic screen to my right for the grand erudition of those nearby.
Spent a few nights ago in B'Lyn with Beth, Justy, SteveBartoo and Jen. Boat. Brooklyn. Dark. Smoke-free until midnight and beyond when all hell breaks loose. Justy and Steve have augmented the cd jukebox offerings with cocktail napkin sketches, found objets, etc. Simply, in a nutshell, brilliant.
Spent better parts of past few days judging work of incoming Parsons grads. Plodding through slides, all types of resumes and deadly statements of intent.
After hours of deliberations, coffees, re-reviews and bantering we selected 15 and 5 alternates. Defended one who has a commercial background. Was listening to smarm and crap about him being too commercial until I'd heard enough. Basta, indeed. Spoke on his behalf thusly... we want diversity and that's a whole heap more than ethnicity. Howsabout someone's background. Journalistic. Commercial. Travel-style. He's in, if he's so inclined.
Onwards. I'm here at the Mac store to get and Airport Xtreme card, enough of this playfully slick banter.
Bantic Love.