The Exec Exchange deal came to a head today. I was tail-gated by PB and CB all day as part of the shadowing program, and was reminded of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle (the dummy version) which says something about the measuring process interfering with what is being measured. You cannot go through the motions pretending nothing were the matter, when two very intent sets of eyes (thankfully friendly ones) are darting about following your every mannerism.
I think I carried it off, but not without a good deal of uneasiness at times, like when I had an impulse to start working on something mundane, yet felt compelled to provide a visually more picturesque spectacle to the observers. I could feel for the pathetic guy in that third rate reality TV show about real estate agents, who was trying to dramatize the banal, using theatrical expressions like: “we have to beg, borrow or steal to save our skin”, while all he needed to do was call his polite bank manager for a revision of dates.
Need to do something about vocal endurance. A few hours of holding forth leaves me sounding raspy and gruff. And with my volume going up in proportion to the number in the audience, the rate of degeneration speeds up when I’m addressing a group. Neat formulas about breathing with the diaphragm and using the chest etc. have never quite done it for me. I’m looking for a solution in the “mysterious oriental tea” genre. With a microphone I tend to overcompensate by speaking a little too softly, and end up losing something of the vivacity that helps to breathe life into the words.
Notes to Self 
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