Cheese of the day: brie -- with cranberry sauce and pine nuts, of course. (And yes, I know brie is French.)
Had a terrible nightmare last night. I think it must be the stress. Odd thing is, I've had this one before. Very nasty. I wrote it down in case it happens again.
Otherwise I'm feeling marginally better today, thank you.
In retrospect I realize that perhaps I have tempted fate by calling this blog "Harrowing!" (Actually it was supposed to be called "A Harrowing Experience" but that was already taken.) Perhaps its pixels would be less negatively charged if I called it something more optimistic. So I'm experimenting with today's post title, to see if it works.
Um... nope. Not yet anyway. But I'll give it time. (I've changed my photo to something more festive too, you'll note.)
Today's guest lecturer was none other than John Kennedy -- no, not that John Kennedy, obviously, but the former head of PolyGram (oh the irony), then Universal, and now head of the IFPI. In the film of his life he will be played by Filliam H. Muffman, for there is indeed more than a passing resemblance.
At first I felt sorry for him because he is, after all, in an unenviable position, being the frontman for quite possibly the second most publicly reviled group in the world*, i.e., the Infamous Four major record labels. But then I thought, fuck it, he earns way more than me, he's a lawyer, he doesn't need my sympathy.
Actually I thought it was very good of him to come and speak to us, a bunch of tough nuts to crack if ever there was one, who think we have all the answers to saving the recording industry and will probably drive the thing into the ground given half the chance. To his credit he gave as good as he got, although some of his arguments weren't terribly sound (pun intended) and he knows how to do a neat side-step around a contentious issue. (The dance lessons probably came with his expensive Savile Row suit, I'm guessing.)
Anyway I don't mean to have a go at him -- goodness knows I did that enough in class -- and I was, in fact, honoured that he would take time out of his schedule to meet with us. His next appointment after us was, after all, with Parliament (not the band, the British legislative body).
That's all for today. I've got to save some energy for my Finance & Economics paper tomorrow.
* (After Nickleback.)
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In the film of my life, you will be played by John Cusack. Though they'd better hurry up and make it, as neither of you is getting any younger.
That's about the best backhanded comment I've received of late. Thank you... I think.
Of course I'm nowhere near as tall as Cusack. I know because I stood behind him in line for a ticket to a show at the Varsity in Toronto a few years ago, when I lived in Cabbagetown and he was in T.O. shooting a film. Also I'm nowhere near as cool and debonair, and probably not half as good-looking, but hey -- Hollywood is all about goosing the truth.
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