I write this sitting in an airplane seat I can’t recline because of the emergency exit behind me. I’ll be cordially reminded of this the entire flight by the small sticky note on my left.
I’m flying to Kansas City from New Orleans.
Via Chicago.
It kind of reminds me of that person who asks you for a ride home from somewhere. You know who I’m talking about. You say yes, then ask something like, by the way, where exactly do you live?
“Oh, it’s kinda far out of the way.” Following up with a “you don’t mind, do you?” as you’ve just steered onto the onramp.
Sigh. Via Chicago.
Anyway, FocusFocusFocus. Kansas City is a place I’ve been to more than once. More than twice. Actually, if we’re being honest with each other, more than… well, it’s not necessary to go there.
The purpose of this trip and each before it is to attend, learn, and network at the annual International Food Aid Conference put on by USDA & USAID. There is some good stuff here, but most of it is just business. Suits walking around talking to other suits while they spear little fruit wedges with tiny, colored toothpicks.
All in all, despite my cynicism it’s a worthwhile trip. I’m just tired.
The name of this post is doubled in it’s allusion. It’s the title of one of my favorite songs by Wilco. Naturally, I’ve forgotten what it’s about.
Anyway, I’m writing tomorrow’s post now. It won’t be quite so stupid.
Joe
How was the conference?
It’s still going on. I find it ironic the amount being spent on food, on and off the court.