Received an email from an editor at a local Brighton magazine called "The Latest." The editor was asking permission to run a bit of the country hip-hop review I posted a few diaries back. As it was "The Latest," crown jewel in the Sussex coast local journalism crown, I of course said yes yes I said yes.
Consequently, if you live in the Brighton-Hove conurbation region and enjoy reading revised print-versions of the stories you've already read online, please, by all means, run, don't walk, down to your local news agent and secure a copy of "The Latest," now with added Hulverian goodness.
More importantly, I think this proves that you can get famous posting diaries on this site. All it takes is a few one-liners, a quirky topic, and a definition of fame loose enough to include getting reprinted in the local weekly of a coast town you've never visited in a country you've never been to under a pen name few can connect to you in real life.
Dan is a sales guy at the office. Tall, thin. Bald on top with a thin zone of reddish hair clinging to the sides and back. He prefers solid color shirts with white cuffs and collars.
Dan works in the sales cube pool, but you rarely find him at his desk. Not because Dan is shirking, really. As far as I can tell, Dan's a hard working guy who regularly meets his numbers. The reason you won't find Dan in his cubical is because he does his work hoping from office to office, temporarily setting up shop in the momentarily vacated offices of PtB meta-organisms, and then clearing out before anybody who might be offended finds him there.
He's an office nomad.
When he finds an empty office (and with several floors worth of space and a crew of VPs that are frequently off-site at conferences, presentations, etc, finding empty office is not great feat) he forwards his calls, sets up his laptop, and often even goes so far as to place family photos and the like on the desk.
He might occupy the office for a day or two, or, maybe, he'll have to move out in a hour or less. It all depends on when the office's real owner returns. He's never been caught, I'm told. I don't know that anything would happen even if he was. That he does this sort of thing is common knowledge in the cube farms and I imagine, at some point, word got to the PtB.
For some time, his office invasions used to sorta piss me off. I thought it was his weird way of telling us that he thought he was better than everybody else. I've since decided that's not it at all. He doesn't really seem to think of it in relationship to the other cube dwellers. It is more furtive, almost parasitic. I now think it is a little funny. I see him, feet up on his not-his-desk, talking on the phone. The not-his-desk in front of him will be littered with not-his-family photos.
Dean held his 30th birthday party at the Revival, near Union Square in Manhattan. Much drinking was perpetrated. Good time had by all.
Watched the DVD of the Jackson remake of King Kong. There were several excellent reviews posted on this site when the movie first game out, so I'll skip that whole thing. Though, I would like to mention one thing that was discussed when the film first appeared. There was some debate as to whether or not the Time Square of the early '30s, as depicted in the film, was accurate. It was felt by many that the electronic signage was too advanced for the time period. The sign that seemed to cause the most doubt being an elaborate Chevy sign. Having now seen the film, I have to say that I didn't see anything anachronistic in the Time Square set. In fact, it seems pretty clear that the whole set it lifted directly from period photographs. The Chevy sign, as shown in the film, did exist. It actually featured the Chevy logo, the swirling background, and the scrolling marquee, just as it does in the film.
Another alleged anachronism was what some viewers perceived as greater number of skyscrapers than they believed possible in the 1930s. While I can't account for each and every building shown in the film, I think the movie depicts an extremely realistic skyline. The cluster of skyscrapers on the southern tip of Manhattan was mostly in place by 1920. By 1916, skyscraper construction was so prevalent that New York passed the first zoning laws having to do with tall building construction. Already, buildings between 20 and 50 stories were common. As far as I can tell, the Manhattan skyline the film depicts is fairly close to the actual 1930s skyline.
These are, of course, my inexpert opinions. I've never been a giant-size gorilla, laid hands on Mrs. Watts (despite what her lawyers allege), and most of the Great Depression passed by me in a blur. Take these supposed insights with as much a salt as needed to flavor.
Sunday night (Monday morning), Drinks
May and I had drinks with an out of town friend Sunday night (Monday morning-ish). May didn't have to be at work until late Monday, so being out late wasn't such a big deal for her. I, however, should have packed it in. Operating on the less-than-brilliant theory that work is a nonsensical horror whether I've enjoyed my Sunday evening or not, I was content to stay out well past bedtime.
Strangely, I'm not hurting all that badly today. My body seems to have decided that it has no idea what I thought I was doing, so it is willing to overlook this weird aberration of our normal schedule this once. Let's not make it a regular thing though, right?
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