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Pennies, pineapple, and post-party ponderings
I made a mistake in the previous entry. The cheese artist was actually on the Food Network's "Extreme Cuisine" show, a very strange little clip show which I think they put on the air just to fill time until Emeril.
Leaving out the name of the web project I resurrected was not a mistake. Little experiment; forgive me if you can. I wanted to see how many people would root around and find it for themselves. But, as they say in Raiders of the Lost Ark, that time is past. The project is called Stay Tuned and will be familiar to long-time fans. (Yes, I have one or two.)
A note to those same long-time fans: I no longer have the material, time, or energy to update Stay Tuned every week, so this time around it'll be occasional. Maybe one every couple of weeks. We'll see. The next few I have lined up are on the strange link between Y2K irreverence and candy ads, new packaging gimmicks we don't need, and perhaps an Extruded Food Report.
If you want a sneak preview of part of the Y2K column, then you should be aware that the pineapple flavor Life Saver is not Y2K compliant! Go to the site and vote on what should be done.
I'd hate to sway your vote, but all right-thinking people want to keep pineapple.
In other news, the Globe had an article on the penny crisis. You know the drill; penny shortage, some people hoard them, some people discard them, some people want to eliminate them.
I'm something of a penny hypocrite myself; I like getting exact change down to the penny, I oppose price rounding, and I try to pay in exact change when I have it. On the other hand, when I put my change in my pocket each morning, I leave out all the pennies and they stay on my dresser, where eventually I transfer them to a clay pot where they accumulate. So I'm no help.
I did notice in the article that NYC was suffering the penny shortage especially acutely this summer. (I forget why this was.) This may explain why I paid for food and beverages several times in Manhattan with cash that was one cent more than I needed (like, for something that's $1.24, I'd pay with a dollar and a quarter) and didn't get my penny back.
No, I didn't ask for it. An NYC cashier is a surly and uncommunicative beast. Even more so than in Boston. Besides, I hate looking cheap.
In other local news, I've noticed posters that say the Colonial Theatre is holding cattle calls for their production of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. God, what a temptation. I'm relatively good at being a tall sexy transsexual - especially if someone else is doing the costumes and makeup - but frankly I don't think I have the vocal range ... and more to the point, I don't have the time.
Oh, well.
The last of my odds and ends to clean up is this business of a journalling convention. Since the NYC thang was a success (see Iko's lovely page if you want the scoop, including a rotten photo of me), others all over the country are planning mini-gatherings, and apparently a really big one is far enough in the discussion stages that a location has been selected.
Amid all this hubbub, I don't want to sound like a voice of dissent. I personally am ready to go do the meet-people experience again, right this second (which for me is saying a lot). But I have to interject something Eric said, which had occurred to me separately as well: if you're doing a local get-together like the NYC one, forget the part about the readings.
I really could have gladly spent those few hours just talking to all these people I'd been wanting to meet for so long. I mean, I understand the need for an icebreaker, especially among shy introverts like ourselves (heh) - but afterward, I wondered why I felt a little bit cheated, and I realized it's because the readings were not the optimal way to have spent that time.
Just a thought.
© Columbine
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