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Sarah had an overnight babysitting assignment last night leaving me to my own devices to seek out trouble. So when Lisa called to invite me to a show to see her talented friends from Blue Horizon play a gig in Portsmouth New Hampshire at the Dolphin Striker I took her up on the offer.

Blue Horizon was an amazing band with a great sound. I could hear influences in all sorts of genres and the Boston music scene. At times I could hear hints of the Lemonheads rockin’ with some sultry emotional Aimee Mann-like singing in the front. The harmonies between Elizabeth and Jason are heavenly. Elizabeth had written one of her songs in a Tori Amos moment and she is a master with the electric violin. I especially enjoyed Make me a gypsy, and When the sun goes down. Blue Horizon is coming out with a new album and they played some of the music from it. It was worth the trip in the zero Kelvin weather that had me superconducting without the windchill and the long drive to Portsmouth to hear them play.

People in Boston are lucky to see them when they are just playing in Harvard square outside. Lisa and Elizabeth were chatting about doing some sledding and cross-country skiing once the snow hits. That would be fun. (BTW: Don’t miss the Club Passim homeless shelter benefit event at the end of the month.)

It was no easy feat to get there. I ended-up in a long discussion with Aaron on the way out the door from Burlington about how to make organizational software help people get more organized instead of adding more work to their life. I was rushing out the door to play squash with Matt and I had accidentally forgotten about meeting-up with Hattie. Matt beat me soundly at squash. I think I won the last game but lost about six games in between. We spent a good chunk of time prior to playing squash trying to map out where we would all get together to watch the football game on Sunday. The problem is that you have to factor variables like the size of screen, dogs/no dogs, people who can only make one of two games, airplanes, weather, unknown invitations. It is nearly as complex as trying to create a defense to stop the Steelers offense with Jerome Bettis, Deuce Staley, and Plexico Burress. I later talked to my dad, who is very sick and doesn’t want to get other people sick so that nixes Newton. I think the final result will be to watch that game at Kate and Matt’s sans pug dogs. At least we have a tentative game plan.

I was about to drive over to Lisa and Dave’s as I pulled out of the gym so I called Robert who thought it was too late for him to be included in the plan. He was at the Prudential Center and it is only twenty minutes from the gym. Robert has managed to recruit the daughter of the zit guy from New York subway ads to act as an intern to support his many projects. She claims to have learned more from him in 45 minutes than she learned in two years of a liberal college. She believes that Robert is the next David Foster (the guy who discovered and produced hits for Celine Dion, Garth Brooks, and 'N Synch). While we were scouting talent in Portsmouth he left her hard at work to design the requirements for an independent music portal. I had some intern jealousy but I can probably get an unpaid intern from BU. I got this email from them the other day.

“You can advertise unpaid internships through the Office of Career Services (617-353-3590), future@bu.edu).”

Robert’s real problem these days is that he finally launched his web site frigault.com but he doesn’t appear as the first item in Google searches. Instead what appears is a site that contains this content “HOMMES AYANT DES RELATIONS SEXUELLES AVEC D’AUTRES HOMMES”. So Robert would like friends to add his real web site about him as links to their sites so that people stop pointing out the site that Google favors over him. It is especially ironic because his site advertises measurable marketing results. I think this problem will take care of itself quickly enough. Robert also put a link to his formerly dormant blog.

Robert is in transition now that he has left ChannelWave and is thinking of moving to another city. I have been pushing him to continue his business of creating communities of people living on city roofs. The roof citizens would be a new era of conscious humanity with a society of reuse acting as wise city leaders. These people would be called roofies. The idea came to him when he was inspired while reading about Buckminster Fuller’s life and times and he read about Fuller moving into a city roof and having elaborate parties with artists and musicians of the time. It is Robert’s hope to achieve Fuller’s dreams that we are still behind in achieving but we may be able to accomplish some day.

“Fuller predicted that by 1989, the youth who have lived their entire lives in the Space Age, will be of age to command and execute a world-embracing design-science revolution. This will result in the "conversion of all humanity into an integrated, omniharmonious, economically successful, one-world family" (xix).
From Doctreus Neutopia

If you have the power pitch-in and link your high traffic site to Robert’s to help him through this tough time. He is also once again actively looking for a low cost rentable roof in Boston to place a geodesic dome to establish the roofie community.

I mentioned to Robert my secret million dollar plan involving cranberry juice and seltzer but everyone agreed that it is best to not discuss it in case the Allaire brothers have planted listening devices everywhere. Maybe that will help us to achieve an omniharmonious state.

On the ride back we passed many Bank of America ATMs as we were driving through the city at 2am. The old ATMs were Fleet and they were green. It was nice during the holidays because they were switching over from the green ATMs to the red ones and because it wasn’t done overnight the red and green holiday colors were everywhere in the city. Now the bright red white and blue are sticking out everywhere. The banks look like they should be called Bank of Captain America and have a person dressed-up as captain America standing outside of each one to answer questions or give you money.