7 a.m. view of Manhattan -- waiting to start a video conference. I rolled into bed last night from an Irish event and stumbled out of bed this morning for a meeting with Singapore. Sometimes I wonder how I managed to get myself into this situation. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I did. I just wonder.
The last few weeks have been jam packed with work guests in New York. First, London. Now, Dublin. There's always Singapore in some form or fashion. Lots of talking at me. People are great. And people are needy. And then there's the constant jack-hammering from across the way. It never ends. On all fronts.
I may have written on this blog before that people in the world are not all that different. I changed my mind. They are. We are. And so at this time, I'd like to thank my ancestors, whoever they are, for getting on that boat and coming to a new land. I won't get into why. We'll talk. But I'm thankful, and I'll explain.
In addition to this multi-culti mashup that I'm in the middle of at the moment, I've just been asked to help a professor promote his new Off-Broadway play about farts.
That was not a typo. Farts. I couldn't make this stuff up.
And since it's taken me 4.5 hours to write this post, I have to go check on preparations for this lunch we're having in honor of our guests.