stuck at research day

the number of powerpoint slides today is surpassed only by the number of bad suits.

p.s. zzzzzz

OMG RIP

WHEN WAS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT METROPOLITAN HOME HAS CEASED PUBLICATION? as usual for these manner of crises, I am left needing larger capital letters to convey my EXTREME DISPLEASURE.

p.s. just finished season one of the wire. mild hangover. nothing that a few episodes from season two can't cure, though.

next time we come I am packing the tizios

our educational pursuits have temporarily brought us to saint john. that is all fine, and I am blending in and starting to talk like the locals (that is not even a joke), but our hospital-provided residence leaves something to be desired. coffee table books are being procured at a furious rate and flowers have been strategically placed, yet the accommodations retain a certain brick-circa-1992 aesthetic. an emergency spiegelau acquisition has improved mealtimes somewhat, and the on-trend felt placemats are similarly doing their best to perk up the surroundings. in the end, however, the castoff hospital furniture simply cannot be overpowered by a superficial fluffing; perhaps I should place a work order for a reupholstering of our couch in a nice barbara barry fabric or some such.

I seriously need to be a waiter

from an instruction manual at a newly opened restaurant in NYC:

"standardize plateau drop technique"

WHAT IS THAT TECHNIQUE? HOW DO I LEARN IT?