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So it's five days before Christmas and I'm back in Florida visiting relatives, should be pretty quiet on the professional front, right? Yes and no. I'm sitting here watching episodic television for the first time in months, went out to dinner with the family this evening, walked down to the lake earlier, spent some quality time with the family dogs. But the world, and the industry, doesn't stop just because you decide to go on vacation. This morning a product review sample arrived that I don't believe anyone else anywhere has yet (yeah, they shipped it to my parents' house), tomorrow a prototype I've been toying with this week is being sent back, and I've just received an NDA I have to sign and fax in the morning so I can get a look at an upcoming product which doesn't yet officially exist. A few minutes ago one of the magazine's music writers called for directions on his way to a club opening in New York City owned by a musician I met in Los Angeles.

Is this a vacation? Sure, if you want to use that word. It mostly feels like one, and yet there have been constant reminders that this, this monster that's been created, isn't something I can get completely away from - even smack dab in the middle of the holiday season. And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.