Some really lovely writing by Chris Locke.

So OK, I have this big meeting with a large and very well heeled corporation. I am thinking they can feed me for a long time. They, in turn, are thinking I plan to cheat them out of a large sum of money. In other words, your usual prospect meeting.

As it turns out, the CEO is a woman. She is trying to pretend that this is, you know, normal, and I am trying to pretend I’m not scared shitless of her. Just two consenting business pukes doing our jobs. Meanwhile, there are about a dozen underlings scattered around a conference table you could play football on, all of them doing a fair job of convincing me they’re really quite important in their own unique way. Probably true. I’m not here to judge.
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Christopher Locke has written a bloody book, you fools, go over to Mystic Bourgeoisie and read the damn thing while you still can for free.

There isn’t a goddamn thing we disagree upon, just, the man is a better writer than me. I?

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Yesterday (Tuesday, now that I post this) was kind of a gaggy day, in this little corner of the web. And it is little. I’m not sure some of the well-known bloggers involved really comprehend that. Least of all, the perps of Tuesday’s big stink.

I’m not even going to bother to preface this with all the “I identify with you as a woman” crap, because that should be a given. Not that there were many givens—which are, after all, the product of trust—around yesterday. Read the rest of this entry »