there was once a time when I was the lone bear in the axiom technology cave. you might be asking yourself “how poogene? how could one person possibly support 6 users?” well… i think we all know the answer to that one. since i am half-man / half-amazing, i was able to deftly respond to the 4 problems a week we were having. but then over the course of the next 5 years something unexpected happened and jolted me out of my SPANX® for Men. we grew at an alarming rate and thus more problems needed to be resolved, more solutions needed to be provided and I was not ready to just up and stop googling myself all day.
something had to be done- somebody had to make up for my slack…
peering frantically across the room, mine eyes landed on a grinning knave busting away at excel spreadsheets. his name was Mario Browne and he was the new accounting temp. he extended his hand out to greet me and i traced his hand up his arm and at the end was a smile as wide as the world wide web. well, I mean- his mouth isn’t actually on his shoulder, it’s on his face. i don’t mean that his arm comes out of his mouth, I’m just trying to be poeti-
anyways. dude- that’s not the point.… he joined me 6 years ago and i showed him everything i knew. 12 minutes later he asked if i knew anything else. he has a learning curve that’s so steep, it’s like more like a vertical line. as he quickly came to speed on helping out with tech, order was restored. i could finally go back to spending the precious, necessary hours in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror.
boy wonder has more patience than Bellevue, more smarts than an ass-whoopin, and our attorneys adore him. as do we. as do i… he’s a huge part of our family and our culture. how axiom played a huge part in his personal journey from barbados is one of our best stories. i’m so glad we took a chance on this lanky 19 year old bajan. i’ve no idea where i’d be without him
happy six years mb.
i love you homey,
poo!
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Wednesday, July 06, 2011
pootopes!
Thanks to the 100 Poos that made it out for Pootopia 2011. Pictures from the evening can be found at http://pootopia2011.shutterfly.com. Enjoy!
http://pootopia2011.shutterfly.com
Subject: A surprise party for Poo!
It’s OK to admit that you sometimes wish you were someone else. That you sometimes think, “if only I could be different.” I want thicker hair. I want to pull off ludicrously daring fashion choices. I want sun-kissed olive skin and ripped abs.
What you want, deep down in your subconscious, is to be Eugene the Poogene. And that’s ok, because dammit, that’s what we all want.
So what we have in the works, fellow Poogene-lovers, what I want to put before you at this moment, is an epic surprise party for Poo. A “Pootopia.” It’s apropos of nothing, which is the best way to execute a surprise. It’s not his birthday, or his anniversary, or anything like that. This is a party we’re throwing simply because we love that MF the way a fat kid loves cake.
What makes it even better is that we have an opportunity here to give Poo his idea of the ultimate gift: Being surrounded by a bunch of people that look exactly like him. How, you ask? By dressing like him. That’s the theme of the Pootopia. Come dressed as Eugene the Poogene.
The Poo of your soul
=
The Poo that lays hidden deep inside you
Let that inner Poo come out.
The details of Pootopia are these.
Fact: Pootopia begins on Friday June 24 at 8pm
Fact: Pootopia will be held at Tacombi (267 Elizabeth Street)
Fact: At Pootopia, we will all dress as Eugene the Poogene
Fact: At Pootopia, food and drinks will be served from taco trucks parked inside the venue
Fact: Poo will be escorted to Pootopia under the guise of a private dinner, and he will have no idea what awaits him
Fact: I will be texted upon Poo’s approach, so that everyone can start chanting “Poo Gene! Poo Gene!”, and he will hear it from way down the street, which will completely freak his s#$! out
Fact: I’ve sure I’ve left some important people off of this chain so please feel free to forward along the invitation to other Poogene lovers
Please let me know if you can make it/if you have any questions.
Be there.
Liana
http://pootopia2011.shutterfly.com
Subject: A surprise party for Poo!
It’s OK to admit that you sometimes wish you were someone else. That you sometimes think, “if only I could be different.” I want thicker hair. I want to pull off ludicrously daring fashion choices. I want sun-kissed olive skin and ripped abs.
What you want, deep down in your subconscious, is to be Eugene the Poogene. And that’s ok, because dammit, that’s what we all want.
So what we have in the works, fellow Poogene-lovers, what I want to put before you at this moment, is an epic surprise party for Poo. A “Pootopia.” It’s apropos of nothing, which is the best way to execute a surprise. It’s not his birthday, or his anniversary, or anything like that. This is a party we’re throwing simply because we love that MF the way a fat kid loves cake.
What makes it even better is that we have an opportunity here to give Poo his idea of the ultimate gift: Being surrounded by a bunch of people that look exactly like him. How, you ask? By dressing like him. That’s the theme of the Pootopia. Come dressed as Eugene the Poogene.
The Poo of your soul
=
The Poo that lays hidden deep inside you
Let that inner Poo come out.
The details of Pootopia are these.
Fact: Pootopia begins on Friday June 24 at 8pm
Fact: Pootopia will be held at Tacombi (267 Elizabeth Street)
Fact: At Pootopia, we will all dress as Eugene the Poogene
Fact: At Pootopia, food and drinks will be served from taco trucks parked inside the venue
Fact: Poo will be escorted to Pootopia under the guise of a private dinner, and he will have no idea what awaits him
Fact: I will be texted upon Poo’s approach, so that everyone can start chanting “Poo Gene! Poo Gene!”, and he will hear it from way down the street, which will completely freak his s#$! out
Fact: I’ve sure I’ve left some important people off of this chain so please feel free to forward along the invitation to other Poogene lovers
Please let me know if you can make it/if you have any questions.
Be there.
Liana
Saturday, June 25, 2011
pootopia
umm.
hi.
um. This probably isn’t going to make much sense to you, but I’m pretty sure I just woke up from what must have been a dream.
In this dream I was traipsing along Houston street with a couple of loved ones and we was just talking and laughing as good friends do. I began to feel good about myself. I began to feel so good about myself that as we hooked a left on Elizabeth st, I heard some voices in my head chanting “poogene! poogene! poogene!” I turned to my friends and was like, “do you hear that? do you hear the glorious narcissistic voices in my head too?”
my friend then opens up these enormous gates that swing wide open into an enchanted kingdom whereupon I encountered a sea of beautiful people that look like poogene with hair almost as good as poogene and they’re all chanting “poogene!” (lil’ self-indulge I know, but it’s my dream.)
The first thing that came to my mind was, “holy shit. taco’s. I’m starving”
but you guys wanna know what the second thing that came to my mind was?
I looked across the poogene sea and upon closer inspection I saw that inside of each “poogene with hair almost as good as poogene” was you all. and that there is what it is. If there’s any special sauce I am bringin to the table, it’s because of you guys. If I seem to be dancing on sunshine whenever you’re around, please understand that it’s because you’re around. It’s all this beautiful magical cycle that I refuse to take credit for because if I happen to light up a room by chance, it’s a direct cause and effect of how you make me feel. It’s very important that you know this. It’s going to be on the exam. So dig it-
I just love you so fucking much is all.
So when I saw you as all as poogene last night, it all made sense because what I really saw is that it’s all of you that make me who I am.
I’m so incredibly fortunate to have you all in my life and I don’t understand how it happened, but I promise to never take it for granted and I pray that it never stops.
thank you family. so much
eugene the poogene
ps- I ran to the bathroom, - and this is the strangest part of the whole dream. there were no mirrors… just so you know. if this was truly my dream. there would be mirrors.
Please don’t reply to this email. I’m still digesting.
hi.
um. This probably isn’t going to make much sense to you, but I’m pretty sure I just woke up from what must have been a dream.
In this dream I was traipsing along Houston street with a couple of loved ones and we was just talking and laughing as good friends do. I began to feel good about myself. I began to feel so good about myself that as we hooked a left on Elizabeth st, I heard some voices in my head chanting “poogene! poogene! poogene!” I turned to my friends and was like, “do you hear that? do you hear the glorious narcissistic voices in my head too?”
my friend then opens up these enormous gates that swing wide open into an enchanted kingdom whereupon I encountered a sea of beautiful people that look like poogene with hair almost as good as poogene and they’re all chanting “poogene!” (lil’ self-indulge I know, but it’s my dream.)
The first thing that came to my mind was, “holy shit. taco’s. I’m starving”
but you guys wanna know what the second thing that came to my mind was?
I looked across the poogene sea and upon closer inspection I saw that inside of each “poogene with hair almost as good as poogene” was you all. and that there is what it is. If there’s any special sauce I am bringin to the table, it’s because of you guys. If I seem to be dancing on sunshine whenever you’re around, please understand that it’s because you’re around. It’s all this beautiful magical cycle that I refuse to take credit for because if I happen to light up a room by chance, it’s a direct cause and effect of how you make me feel. It’s very important that you know this. It’s going to be on the exam. So dig it-
I just love you so fucking much is all.
So when I saw you as all as poogene last night, it all made sense because what I really saw is that it’s all of you that make me who I am.
I’m so incredibly fortunate to have you all in my life and I don’t understand how it happened, but I promise to never take it for granted and I pray that it never stops.
thank you family. so much
eugene the poogene
ps- I ran to the bathroom, - and this is the strangest part of the whole dream. there were no mirrors… just so you know. if this was truly my dream. there would be mirrors.
Please don’t reply to this email. I’m still digesting.
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