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March 10, 2008
Silent Night
For the third time in 10 weeks I have lost my voice. Those of you who know me personally will realize what a tragic inconvenience this is, since my entire sense of self-worth revolves around an ability to vocally express my witty and incisive opinions. Keep your sarcasm to yourself, dear reader.
If I whisper very softly, I sound like a phone sex operator with a pack-a-day problem. Anything slightly louder than a murmur resembles a pubescent-boy with creaks and squeaks. Volumes approaching normal speaking tones result in total silence.
It begins to occur to me that this laryngitis is not happening at random intervals. Instead, I seem to be getting sick exactly on the weeks when I'm not traveling with the Big Idea. Leisure sickness, anyone?
Anyway, I'm back on the road on Tuesday—this time to New York for a client meeting and a conference and a concert. Between now and then, though, I'm spending an inordinate amount of time watching the first season of Magnum PI. Living in Guam as a kid, I had missed this show this first time around and now see it as my duty to the Gen X community to catch up.
Even though the high-waisted short-shorts do nothing for him, I see why Tom Selleck made girls drool...even if tonight I have to admire him in quiet desperation.
