"Need a little joy
Need a little joy and some dancing
Need a little joy
Come on baby boy
Come on blue skies.
I, I, I
I, I see
Blue skies are in my head,
said, blue skies are up ahead."
-- Tori Amos, "Blue Skies" (yeah, yeah I know Tori's not "cool," but I don't care, so piss off, you pretentious indie rock wankers.)
Just like a clear California day in February, she makes me so happy. Can't you see?
After all that Vassar talk last week, tomorrow my work is flying me to New York City to meet with ABC TV to work out some details to our production system/schedule. (We run their news video on-demand on our broadband portals.)
It'll be weird to be back in the ABC buildings. Nine years ago, I spent a semester of my senior year at Vassar interning at "Prime Time Live" with Diane Sawyer. (Yeah, yeah: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the
past.")
In addition to all the Vassar stuff, New York will always be the city where my brother died. But, on the positive, side -- it's also where Jeff lives now, in Brooklyn. And I'll get to see him.
And the ever-fabulous August is flying out to stay with me for the weekend. Now I just hafta find some warm, East Coast wintery clothes to pack.
02.09.2004.
So, some readers have implored me -- "San Francisco seems pretty pretentious... How can you say that SF is less pretentious than NYC?"
'Tis true. San Francisco is not entirely lacking in pretension. But SF brings a smile to my face because of the utterly silly shenanigans so many of da people are engaged in every day. For instance, if you lose a bet about proper grammar usage, you might hafta walk 8 blocks of Valencia Street dressed up like a chicken. Or, if you fly home to SFO, after spending some time abroad, your friends just might show up at the airport dressed in dalmation costumes and playing accordians.
"And who are all the good, fun, non-pretentious San Francisco people?" those same readers asked.
Well, there's Allyson, Jen, and Leanne for starters.
posted by Jess at 7:39 PM
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