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Ah, the weekend. What a crazy week at work. All jammed into four days, since I took Monday as part of my vacation.

But here it is, Friday evening. I have played my traditional Friday just-home-from-work game of online Scrabble, and suddenly found myself reminiscing about last night’s massage. On a whim, I booked an 8 PM appointment. I usually go for massages at noontime on the weekend. Wanted to see what it was like to have one in the evening. Was it as good as I might have wished? Indeed. And more.

That whole thing where they tell you to drink water after the massage, though? Well, two things. 1) It’s for real: there are toxins coming out of your muscles that need to get flushed through. I woke at 4:30 AM with a kind of groggy, dry-mouthed, toxic-feeling hangover. Because 2) there is not time after a late massage to drink much water. Not sure how to solve for that.

In other news: my company’s annual conference is coming up at the end of May. I will be a presenter on a “future forum” panel. Yes, you will have to hear me whine about not liking public speaking, etc. The current registration for the session is at 250. Yikes. Truth be told, I don’t feel as nervous as I would expect. This is pretty much the same session that I delivered to the board of directors last August, but with new, entertaining factoids added in. I will be sure to torment you with examples as we go along.

The way the psychological ante is being upped is by putting me on a panel. With REAL futurists. How do you get to be a futurist? Um, I think it’s a hang-out-a-shingle-and-make-sure-to-keep-up-with-your-future-related-reading kind of deal. Or I might be wrong. We’ll see when the rubber meets the road and we get to the question and answer portion of the program. Or the part where the moderator asks pointed questions. I know the moderator. I will arm him with lots of softballs for me.

Potential for looking like an idiot? Pretty damn high, actually. For some reason, I don’t care. I think all of my reading about technology-mediated collaborative knowledge generation has got me OVER the notion of authority. Oh yes, I know lots of people like the idea of authoritative information and facts and all that crap. Whatever. I’m there to hang out and sit on a couch and say whatever comes into my head. It’s an astonishingly cool gig, so I’m just gonna go for it.