Thursday, June 24, 2004

I have a raging headache right now, gentle reader, and it’s an affliction I’m attributing to too much mixing. I don’t believe we’re wired to nod incessantly, furrowing our brows and agreeing fervently with every introduction and conjecture. It’s just not natural. It also doesn’t help when you network in the noisy confines of a populated restaurant.

Is this the dance we will dance until the crows fly home? Who invented this foul practice? The drinks flow quickly, the food is sponsored loudly, and in the end, when your head throbs in painful syncopation with a bumpy subway ride home, you look in your pocket and find a stack of business cards. What do you do with these? eBay, anyone?