Tombers is the President of Intermat,
Inc., a consulting practice that specializes in the intersection
of media, technology and marketing. For two years, he produced
the Emmys on the Web and supervised web related activities for
the Academy, including for the 50th Anniversary year of the
Emmy Awards. In addition to its consulting engagements, Intermat
recently sold METEORS TALE, an unpublished novel by Michael
ORourke, to Animal Planet for development as a television
movie. Visit his
web site at http://www.intermat.tv
Thursday, June 17
It's Thursday and on Thursday I sit down and write my column
for www.haleisner.com. Yet, today, I can hardly believe that
a week has already slipped by and I am back at the computer
screen again, attempting to make sense of the last week.
I was riding the 5 train downtown today and there was a strange
noise in the car - and people looked up from their newspapers
and books and self-contemplation to see what it was. There
were a couple of hushed: what the hells? Then everyone saw
that the noise was the sound of man bouncing a basketball
off his head while surfing the rails of the MTA.
So, you see, we're still jumpy but ready to smile. When we
know it's not a bomb. But it was also an exclamation mark
on the wild world that New York is, never knowing what might
be happening around us.
Then one of the buildings on Rector had been evacuated as
I walked from the train stop home - never found out why. But
no one was panicked. And that was good.
It's been an interesting week. Someone attempted fraud with
my personal information so I have had a bit of hell cleaning
that up - though it could be worse. [I lit a candle at Trinity
about that today.]
And we're having rain, here, breaking a bit the drought that
has had us in its grip for awhile.
In the course of the past week, I've been back up to the house
in Claverack, had friends over for dinner there, and watched
Tripp plant ferns, sat up all night talking with him about
the shape of our world, something we haven't done for years.
We watched the dawn break over the little house and saw the
splendor of the morning world.
The friends were Larry and Alicia and we talked and laughed
through a barbeque while the night became unseasonably cool.
On Tuesday night I had dinner at the Algonquin Hotel on 44th,
one of my favorite spots in New York because it evokes the
world of New York before I was born.
It was quiet, clubby and the perfect place to visit with my
friend Michael Cunningham, who was being thanked for referring
a client to us. I had more conference calls than the average
bear this week but avoided any traveling.
Last night we went out with our friends the Whites to celebrate
Tripp's birthday a couple of weeks ago Tonight we're meeting
the friend who cared for the cat over Memorial Day Weekend
and buying him a drink at the new Ritz-Carlton, whose bar
has an incredible view of the Statue of Liberty. Tomorrow
I will ride out to Princeton on the morning train with my
friend James Green, for whom I worked during my internet adventure
so that we can chat about the new company he is running -
and see if there is any consulting work that Intermat could
do for them. You see, this was the most ordinary week I have
had since 9/11 - and, oh my god, but it feels wonderful.