OK, I work hard for the money. But sometimes it doesn't feel like work.
We had a freelancer party at BW today; a little food, a little drink; just a little way of saying thanks for all the hard work they do. While we wish we could do stuff like this more often, we make sure we do it at least once a year. If it weren't for those freelancers, the paper just wouldn't get out. It just wouldn't. They are an amazing bunch of people and the energy when they're all in a room together is palpable. They're bright, funny, clever, nutty...everything a good journalist should be.
A couple of our regular columnists came by as well. I'm always so pleased to see Bill Cope, who has been writing a weekly column for the paper for around 16 years. So many people--including other writers--read him regularly, and I get the sense that it's a pleasure for them to meet him; put a face to the name. Dr. Ed Rabin writes a bi-weekly column called "The Antidote" and he hung out for awhile as well. His column is one of the funniest bits of writing I've read, but what's so brilliant is that it's always funny. Getting to know and working with those two is not something afforded to just anyone and I'm honored to work with them both.
Right at this moment, I'm watching a new HBO show called Flight of the Conchords. It's a show about two working New Zealand musicians/best friends, Bret and Jermaine, trying to make the big time in New York. They and their music are weird and freaking funny and really pretty damn good. A review in Wired magazine wasn't the most favorable so I was a little hesitant, but I think it's hysterical and well worth checking out. One of the songs I heard on tonight's show made me think of the Style Council. "My Ever Changing Moods" is one of my all-time favorite songs (used to be on every mix tape I ever made). Thank god for YouTube. I just clicked over, did a search and suddenly, it was 1984 again.