Nothing but Flowers
Friday, April 30, 2004
First, happy birthday to Jon.
Second, a bitch: iTunes crashed while upgrading itself this morning, and it lost all memory of ever having had a library or playlists. So this morning I had it re-find my mp3s. I'm a little sad about the missing playlists, but at least I have the opportunity to recreate my "25 most listened to" auto-list. Perhaps this time it won't have any REALLY EMBARRASSING songs in it.
Third, a whine. Well, not really a whine, per se, maybe more a comment that could be construed as either a whine or a statement of fact. In the past week I have been referred to by the college students as, variously:
-Good cop (to, presumably, my boss' bad cop)
-the empathetic one
-the one "most like us"
-the "least intimidating"
and one other that I can't remember, but also implied that I'm the pushover. And perhaps also (though perhaps not) the least respected. All these comments were unsolicited and on different days, which is why it's particularly amusing.
Yesterday in class an acquaintance of mine who is on the board of a theater company here in Chicago asked if I'd given any thought to joining the board. I said I hadn't been asked, she said "hmmmmmmmm". She then asked me about my ultimate career ambitions, and we talked about that for a while. And then she asked if I'd like to be the executive director of her theater some day. I had this moment of "um, yeah. Of COU-rse."
It can be fun to dream. Also a little disconcerting if within three years I go from "second techie from the left" to "board member". Pipe dreams, but hey.
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