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Mail to Jon, re: the luncheon today:
And to that I say this: If you find yourself applying force, consider rethinking your approach.
While I did finally learn where the Media Lab is (it look an extra-special long time since I didn't know what the building looked like, and I had chosen to complicate matters by adding a spurious '0' to its street number in my notes, causing me to walk the length of Ames Street into Cambridge Center before I concluded I made a mistake), as soon as I confirmed I had found it by peering into one of the Lego-filled labs, which I had before seen only in newspaper and magazine photos, I found that I could go no further, not alone. I felt very much like a tresspasser, intending to find my way into a non-public event to which I was not invited, and was nobody's guest, in an unfamiliar, and frankly intimidating, place.On the other hand, I thought to myself, There is something to be said for remaining in-character,, and so I left. And now I am physically crushed from 75 minutes of ceaseless walking in bad shoes.
I'll just fall back to attempting to make contacts in a less forceful fashion. Email, email, and maybe I'll show up at the party tomorrow, if I have enough work done.
Work!
And get some good sneakers.
Look, a Venn spanner.
OK... I'm going to seriously break character and go to this thing with the intent of cornering people. Wish me luck. (I haven't forced myself to be this socially outward since my days as a journalist. Wacky stuff...)
And to that I say this: If you find yourself applying force, consider rethinking your approach.
While I did finally learn where the Media Lab is (it look an extra-special long time since I didn't know what the building looked like, and I had chosen to complicate matters by adding a spurious '0' to its street number in my notes, causing me to walk the length of Ames Street into Cambridge Center before I concluded I made a mistake), as soon as I confirmed I had found it by peering into one of the Lego-filled labs, which I had before seen only in newspaper and magazine photos, I found that I could go no further, not alone. I felt very much like a tresspasser, intending to find my way into a non-public event to which I was not invited, and was nobody's guest, in an unfamiliar, and frankly intimidating, place.On the other hand, I thought to myself, There is something to be said for remaining in-character,, and so I left. And now I am physically crushed from 75 minutes of ceaseless walking in bad shoes.
I'll just fall back to attempting to make contacts in a less forceful fashion. Email, email, and maybe I'll show up at the party tomorrow, if I have enough work done.
Work!
And get some good sneakers.
Look, a Venn spanner.