Murder By Design – so read the book I saw on someone’s table at the coffee place across the street (called, appropriately enough, Coffee By Design).
There’s something slightly perverse about shuffling around a crowded computer lab at 3am, attempting to remember exactly what piece of the book puzzle you had – or hadn’t – yet tackled. (Or whether your most recent files are actually on the server, the desktop, or your target-mode laptop.) Anyway, I think we’re making progress; the next crit is in five minutes, the wall’s full of stuff, and a couple of people are finishing printing up their contributions.

I missed the soccer event yesterday that was organized by Peter Hall, and I’ve only been down to the port twice. Sheesh. And I had four people show up to my screening of The Yes Men doc. I guess we’re all tired and distracted. Coffee is the answer.

It’s now five past midnight and there’s seven of us jammed into a very small lab (the big, beautiful one next door doesn’t have a/c). Faced with the task of designing some spreads for the Sontag project, I’ve cobbled together what I hope are some reasonably competent and sympathetic ideas; we’re doing an initial crit right after the first speaker tomorrow morning.
As for this morning, Peter Hall delivered some thoughtful reflections on ‘truth and message’ and then we split up into groups to discuss the readings he’d mailed ahead of the conference (Poynor, Rock, Sontag – again, Wild). Rick Valicenti joined us and proceeded to show us some ideas he’d cranked out the night before with Satoru. That’s when I realized no one had put anything up on the walls at all, despite Melle Hammer asking us to do so. And so off I went.
Just made it to Elliott Earls’ performance (above), which was similar to the one he did on Catfish. Judging by his own comments afterwards, he’s more than ready to retire this piece and is already working on something new.