One tough week…

Boy, glad I got a little R&R last weekend in Austin at Mark Mueller’s annual party. For those that don’t know Mark, he’s a wildly successful attorney and truly cool dude (six-plus feet tall with a ponytail down to the small of his back) who throws a huge fiesta every year at the Austin Music Hall. This year he hired Dwight Yoakum to play for us. In past years it’s been Lyle Lovett, Patti LaBelle and B.B. King. This year we had the added bonus of hearing a leather-fringed Gerry Spence speak on the trend towards the Fascism/Corporationism of America. Gotta respect a man that has the stones to stand up and draw parallels between the U.S. in 2003 and Nazi Germany in the ‘40s.

The intervening week has been nuts, though, everything a two-day rush, realtime over the Net, video, rough ASCII with a backrub, and, oh, can you get us lunch too? Pile on top of that the request that I take a deposition in Rio de Janeiro in the coming weeks and the seemingly endless stream of red tape the Brazilian government can generate, and it’s no wonder I spent yesterday comatose on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn watching DVDs.

Peter: "What if we're still doing this when we're 50?" Samir: "It would be nice to have that kind of job security. " -- from the movie Office Space