Ok so I think I must be the worst blogger ever. This is my second entry in like what... a month? I think the longer I let it go, the guiltier I feel about it, which makes me not wanna face it, like when you stop opening your mail after a while… yikes! Of course you prolly never do that cuz you’re normal. Ok so now I am back on the blog horse! Hyaah! (Man I sure do love mounting things)
Last time I actually started to write an entry to this thing I was still in Maine with my family. We went to a charmingly mid-priced ovum-themed eatery called Eggspectations. Only later did I discover it’s a Canadian chain. Of course, who would else would concoct such whimsy? Maine is a liminal space where a garcon can bust out some French-Canadian trickery on your unsuspecting ass.
Apparently the Old Orchard Beach chamber of commerce was hosting some sort of ultra hot sexy dad stud festival while I was there. Everywhere I turned I was blinded by the thick, dark, and hairy middle-aged light. That was a nice perk. Thanks, OOBCOC!
So when I got back to LA I was delighted to find my car missing. I thought it had been stolen, but it turns out my neighbors reported it blocking their driveway, which I thought was really sweet of them. I dunno about you, but nothing says “welcome home” to me quite like a 600 dollar impound fee. The experience was enhanced by the lovely gent behind the Plexiglas who, in response to my statement that I’d been traveling for my grandmother’s funeral, informed me that there was “a rush on dead grannies” that week. That’s the kind of personal service you just don’t see anymore.
I’m trying to catch up on all my BazBiz duties now that I’ve returned and settled into autumn (well… soon). This is a kind of tricky time for the organization of Bazaar Bizarre because I wanna keep up the momentum and excitement, but it’s easy to get bogged down in a lot of problem solving that’s not quite as glamorous as poring over all the vendor applications. We’re about to plunge into the publicity phase of the operation. The way it seems to work, and lemme know if you have some helpful advice, is that there is a very narrow window of time in which you need to establish your PR strategy and media presence. It reminds me a lot of when I was booking tours for my old band Prettypony. First, you have to wait and wait and wait. It always seems to be too soon for articles, demo tapes, bookings, calendar listings, and what have you. Then suddenly… bam! It’s too late! Somehow you have missed all the deadlines for submissions. After over a decade of experience in the booking biz, I seem to be only slightly better at this game of hurry up wait… or would it be wait and hurry up?
Aside from the PR shuffle, we have to tackle the assemblage of all the vendor information and photos and listings. There’s a lot of web stuff that goes into this stage, which is kind of a dicey proposition because I am certainly no web mistress. It’s so important because it’s here that we’re really delivering what we’ve promised our vendors. I mean the whole idea is to set the best possible stage for the vendors, and try to eliminate and/or address as many obstacles as possible. I mean why else should people pay to participate in something like Bazaar Bizarre?
So that’s the precipice upon which I am standing this Sunday evening: trying to position myself to take the best possible bite out of the opportunities at my feet. Every year you make mistakes and you learn things and you wanna do your best to improve the experience for everyone – patrons, vendors, volunteers and organizers…
Wow… so what serious-ass tangent did I just wander off on? I mean I know I’m usually a laugh-a-minute gal, but I do have a couple deep thoughts rattling around in my post-tumor skull. I love making yall giggle at work, but I spose I really should take this time to shed some light on what goes on behind the scenes.
Next time I promise it’ll be all mud wrestling and sex-dwarves.
Xo
Greg
Ps: I am still trying to figure out how you insert all the pics and links into these blog entries. More bells and whistles to come!
Last time I actually started to write an entry to this thing I was still in Maine with my family. We went to a charmingly mid-priced ovum-themed eatery called Eggspectations. Only later did I discover it’s a Canadian chain. Of course, who would else would concoct such whimsy? Maine is a liminal space where a garcon can bust out some French-Canadian trickery on your unsuspecting ass.
Apparently the Old Orchard Beach chamber of commerce was hosting some sort of ultra hot sexy dad stud festival while I was there. Everywhere I turned I was blinded by the thick, dark, and hairy middle-aged light. That was a nice perk. Thanks, OOBCOC!
So when I got back to LA I was delighted to find my car missing. I thought it had been stolen, but it turns out my neighbors reported it blocking their driveway, which I thought was really sweet of them. I dunno about you, but nothing says “welcome home” to me quite like a 600 dollar impound fee. The experience was enhanced by the lovely gent behind the Plexiglas who, in response to my statement that I’d been traveling for my grandmother’s funeral, informed me that there was “a rush on dead grannies” that week. That’s the kind of personal service you just don’t see anymore.
I’m trying to catch up on all my BazBiz duties now that I’ve returned and settled into autumn (well… soon). This is a kind of tricky time for the organization of Bazaar Bizarre because I wanna keep up the momentum and excitement, but it’s easy to get bogged down in a lot of problem solving that’s not quite as glamorous as poring over all the vendor applications. We’re about to plunge into the publicity phase of the operation. The way it seems to work, and lemme know if you have some helpful advice, is that there is a very narrow window of time in which you need to establish your PR strategy and media presence. It reminds me a lot of when I was booking tours for my old band Prettypony. First, you have to wait and wait and wait. It always seems to be too soon for articles, demo tapes, bookings, calendar listings, and what have you. Then suddenly… bam! It’s too late! Somehow you have missed all the deadlines for submissions. After over a decade of experience in the booking biz, I seem to be only slightly better at this game of hurry up wait… or would it be wait and hurry up?
Aside from the PR shuffle, we have to tackle the assemblage of all the vendor information and photos and listings. There’s a lot of web stuff that goes into this stage, which is kind of a dicey proposition because I am certainly no web mistress. It’s so important because it’s here that we’re really delivering what we’ve promised our vendors. I mean the whole idea is to set the best possible stage for the vendors, and try to eliminate and/or address as many obstacles as possible. I mean why else should people pay to participate in something like Bazaar Bizarre?
So that’s the precipice upon which I am standing this Sunday evening: trying to position myself to take the best possible bite out of the opportunities at my feet. Every year you make mistakes and you learn things and you wanna do your best to improve the experience for everyone – patrons, vendors, volunteers and organizers…
Wow… so what serious-ass tangent did I just wander off on? I mean I know I’m usually a laugh-a-minute gal, but I do have a couple deep thoughts rattling around in my post-tumor skull. I love making yall giggle at work, but I spose I really should take this time to shed some light on what goes on behind the scenes.
Next time I promise it’ll be all mud wrestling and sex-dwarves.
Xo
Greg
Ps: I am still trying to figure out how you insert all the pics and links into these blog entries. More bells and whistles to come!
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