tck tck tck

just 16 hours before i attend the taping of letterman show. it will be my third time there, averaging once per decade. normally they tape at 5pm, but tomorrow they moved it up to 3pm. i was all prepared to let go of the tickets until then i discovered who the guest would be -- barack obama.

for the most part being near fame and power doesn't affect me. as p-42eldridge would say "they're sh*t doesn't smell better than mine." but maybe the president's does.

i'm also faced with the jhs problem. what if he wants to talk to me? what would i say?

d-bsoft, has a friend with terminal cancer. given the opportunity he would use that to talk health care.

this afternoon i was part of a choreographed human sculpture for oxfam. the initiative was called "tck, tck, tck" -- to get awareness for the copenhagen conference on climate change in december. at the end of the program, we were influenced to call the white house to encourage president obama to take a lead in the meeting.

i can always talk about that with him. then again, there is the other jhs problem -- he doesn't even know i exist.

[note: i spent 20 minutes trying to figure out how to spell choreograph, going through pretty much every letter combination]