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leighreyes.com – that’s it. Okay? Okay. Cool.

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And here we go, my first wordpress.com via Twitter API entry. 🙂

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Dinner at La Cote (artfully arranged mushrooms, fish and a dessert that could properly be called a “confection”) was noisy and cheerful. Terry Savage welcomed us with a quick speech, promising a relaxing evening before we disappeared into dark rooms for four or five days of judging.

I sat in between Carolyn Lowery, Festival Director – she’s been with the Cannes Festival for 23 years! – and Senthil Kumar of JWT. The rest of our table held other members of the radio jury, including Mark Gross, our jury president. “From 8 to 9 I’ll be tanning my backside, and from 9 to 10 the front side. Just bring me drinks.” Having been a Real Men of Genius fan for years, I could only be amazed at being on the same table as its creator.

I left early, as I was still lagged. If I didn’t force myself to sleep I wouldn’t be able to listen to anything but the sound of one pillow calling.

I was going to set up a sub-blog for my Cannes judging experience, but SFR wifi has not been the most reliable. I microblog via mobile on Twitter so you can follow me there in the meantime.

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Collage is the way.

I’ve been wondering how to save all the meeting and shoot doodles from my Kokuyo binder notebook. With a little free time yesterday, plus an Elmer’s Glue Stick, I tried my hand at collage in a Moleskine. So far, so good. I decided not to trim flush to the doodles, but to leave obvious white borders, to remind me of their source. The collages, I admit, could do with a little more purposefulness. I don’t know why I decided to cover the writing on one page and leave the other alone.

This might inspire me to reserve a Moleskine for collage. I think the regular unlined would work. The sketch Moleskines do have thicker, sturdier paper, but it seems a bit of a waste to use them only as a mounting surface.

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We moved to the 27th floor of the same building this Monday. At first I didn’t have an office, but a storage room. That’s all fixed now. My assistant (also known as the Woman Who Has Saved My Behind Too Many Times to Count) helped me unpack my boxes, arrange my books and find an extension cord, among other things necessary for surviving dislocation.

So far so good. There are shelves for my ink bottles and many surfaces that will no doubt be covered with clutter within a week unless I restrain myself from my messy habits.

But oh, the freshness of a different view!

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Or at least it would if Globe Wifi would just behave, but it’s not.

Joel said, “Hey, they’re recycling the opening number from last night.” Seen from that point of view, the writers’ strike is a carbon offset.

Down to 24% power. I really should’ve plugged in last night but I was too sleepy after the talk, the dinner and the laughter over Sandy’s winning the PSP in the Inquirer raffle.

I wrote a question for Neil. “So what do you *really* think of advertising?”

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I never thought this would happen. I now want to switch to Smart. I’m in the Ad Congress dining hall. I chose Globe wifi first. It refused to let me connect to twitter or facebook. I then tried a Smart node. It worked immediately. That’s it. Even Globe DSL at home doesn’t like twitter. Smart, you’ll be hearing from me.

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Mobile home

Mobile home

Originally uploaded by Mattias Adolfsson.

Oh, you must see this. 🙂 I have always wanted to do illustration but lacking the talent (or the time) I can always be a fan and publicist.

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12* series > wreck your journal #4

Originally uploaded by sissT.

From the flickr pool How to wreck a journal (visit http://www.wreakthisjournal.com).

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1) Guylian No Sugar Added Milk Chocolate. If your stomach is maltitol-proof (which means you’re an alien), you are allowed to finish one slab in a sitting. Two grams of carbs per serving.
2) Steffi Thomas girlytech headband+earphones. Holds hair in place while you listen to The Decemberists. Invites curious looks from men and either disdain or amusement from women. At least in my office.
3) Jasmine 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner bar from Lush. Smells like vanilla, jasmine and decadent mango.
4) L’Occitane Ruban d’Orange EDT. A jolt of freshly-squeezed orange.
5) The Nike sale in our office building. Yes, I got two pairs of shoes. Pictures forthcoming.

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You are The Moon

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Moon is a card of magic and mystery – when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.

The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.

Which Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

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Ugly bus ads. Otherwise-reasonable human beings dogging me in the supermarket while fanning me with real estate leaflets. Loudly-voiced opinions I have no energy to listen to.

It’s draining. I can’t hit delete, or install a filter.

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Storm Day

Milenyo rampaged through Manila today. I woke up to Lucien sniffling in the dark. It was almost 7 in the morning. (When I got home last night he had a bad cold and was wailing – I could hear him while I was still walking down the corridor.)
It’s now 3:25. We’re in the conference room, still working. Most of the other guys who made it to work have gone back home. The winds have abated. The rainfall is gentler, not the thunderous assault it was the entire morning. Bits of buildings lie on the streets. Trees rest in peace on carpark cement. In the distance, a riot of fog, the uprising of condensation from the Bay colliding with molecules of cold air and the crackle of electrons carried within the storm.

We were in the eye of Milenyo, and it’s on the move again.

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