Conference Confusion Syndrome
A conversation with my frontal lobe after two days in a conference mega-complex. Mega meaning five restaurants, acres of “covered” gardens (aka TERRARIUM), and hundreds of Sherwin-William guys. Hello? You. Brain. What comes before Imig? A. Yes. You, A. Imig. Go get some air. Walk around the perimeter again. The outside perimeter. Walk past the palm trees, take that bridge under the covered bridge, take a right at the waterfall, nod to the unmanned boat—keep walking past the gazebo. You’ll know you’re real-outside when the temperature drops 30 degrees and all you can see is… Read More »Conference Confusion Syndrome