Journal: Dear Diary

Today I sailed up and down the Willamette River, in a boat filled with drinking, reveling new media types, most of whom are unemployed. Some of them are temping until the newer-than-new economy comes into its own. Others are scheming. Everyone seems very interested in talking about work.

Suffice it to say the conversation wasn't exactly riveting, and the Swedish meatballs could've used more sauce. And the drinks weren't cheap enough.

Then I came home and watched some Iron Chef to raise my flagging spirits.