March 17, 2025
Got home last night from Tucson at ten, bone tired but happy. I think it's safe to say, I always hate going, but I always love having gone.
On the University of Arizona Campus
(that's me in our booth, upper left)
That's a joke, but our booth was close to Old Main, at upper left, and across from the Student Union (the big, white monster, center, right).
As I mentioned yesterday it was a breath of fresh air to run into so many youngsters who are interested in history. Check it out:
Best Overheard Ironic Remark
"I got into journalism because I knew there would always be newspapers."
—Preston Lewis
Painful Learning Curve
One of my biggest takeaways this last weekend is the realization that I know nothing about "what sells." Our neighbors, Steamy Lit, had rock concert lines all weekend with crowd control security to manage hungry, voracious rowdy female buyers and sales through the roof (one of the staffers told me it's a $92 million dollars a year enterprise).
"Love, Theoretically," by Ali HazelwoodThe many lives of theoretical physicist Elsie Hannaway have finally caught up with her. By day, she’s an adjunct professor, toiling away at grading labs and teaching thermodynamics in the hopes of landing tenure. By other day, Elsie makes up for her non-existent paycheck by offering her services as a fake girlfriend, tapping into her expertly honed people pleasing skills to embody whichever version of herself the client needs.
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