Like pretty much every other 18 to 34-year-old in New York, I went to the Good Magazine party last night. And it was good. I had the sense to get there early, so I got to enjoy the art before it became totally mobbed.
The best part was meeting Al Gore. I saw him when I first came in, and I did a quadruple take to make sure it really was him standing five feet away from me. It was and so I said hello and shook his hand. (No photographs, please.) Turns out his son does advertising for the magazine. The party was silly with secret service and at one point, around 10:00 PM, no one was allowed on the top floor because Al was up there. It's always a good time until someone brings the former presedetial candidate...
I had never been to the Creative Commons space and I was very pleased to have checked it out. I was impressed by all the art, especially this room. I like the colors and the psychedelic feel to the art.
Good magazine, I might add, is actually pretty good. It's very socially concious and aimed at young people, and I think that's a pretty novel idea. I do take isse with the fact that they called Dunkin Donuts coffee bad in a review about assorted coffees. Other than that, I fully endorse it.
In other news, I'm still trying to finish one of the writing projects I started earlier int he week. I am having a hell of a time finding marching band members at historically black colleges and universities. I have sent out three Profnet queries and yielded nothing. Looks like I'm going to have to get the Grambling band director on the horn. (And it's only a 400 word piece!)
I managed to write a column for The Simon yesterday about how being out in the suburbs for almost a week made me feel like I was losing my edge. Don't worry New York, I'm back!
