The weather has turned hot and muggy here. I have a hard enough time getting to sleep without adding suffocating humidity to the mix. Oh well.
Tomorrow morning I'm giving a presentation to some university students on local rock history. A couple of years ago I developed an exhibit on the subject and it did pretty well. But I hadn't done much with the subject for the last three years. In the last few months I found myself involved in this presentation and committed to working a small exhibit for the 25th anniversary of a local music award program. I guess I've also done some half-assed work maintaining the archives for a legendary local music club.
Yesterday I went to a conference in which I was invited to serve as a panelist and give an "informal" presentation for five minutes. I took the moderator at his word and jotted a couple of notes down about the project that I'm involved with for the organization's project. The moderator didn't moderate anything. He gave a presentation about the project and everyone else came with a powerpoint presentation---and I had my two sided sheet of paper with some notes on it. I hate looking unprofessional. I hate it. I did okay and cracked a few jokes and was complimented on the presentation. But I've learned my lesson---always follow up on these things.
Well, Madeleine's story took another strange turn. The upshot is that she's separating from her husband and moving back in to town--- at least for the summer. I'll try and blog on it later.
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