Dugueiroz se pone serio

Eso fue el miércoles. Marroncito llegaba de un trabajo ultrasecreto, ultraconfidencial
de esos de los que depende la muerte de los vivos, la paz delicada hecha de cáscaras de huevo e hilos de aire, de esas que... pero uffff too much Spanish for me. Anyways, Dugueiroz came up in the morning with a great idea: to indulge us with a great banquet. Of course I offered my services, and was ready to call the team of my personal assistants, a sine qua non condition for me to enter the domains of the kitchen and bring down to earth the delicacies of the gods.
But he said no. That it would be good for me to rest and enjoy the work of others.
I had no other option than accepting and so I went into Sabatical mood.
He was in charge of everything at once...
The moment b arrived, tired and happy at the same time, a waiter approached him with a glass of Kirch royal, and that was the beginning. Someone, friend of D of course, produced three magnificent and comfortable chairs, placed them in the balcony in the upper deck on the roof of the building, and with cleaned and clear windows, the sunset bathed city was the gift and the cue to start the relaxed-atmosphere-attitude.
D was smoking some Dominican cigars and so was I. B was only nodding to the prolegomena when D got more serious. There was a very soft music, lounge, AIR. I have to admit that when D intends to do something right, he definitely does.
I will skip all the details about the food though it should be a tour de force, however: Dugueiroz.
He was offered a position at a leading magazine in London this week. At the same time, and in the same city, a very well known fragrance house (I would have thought very obscure as well should the parfums and ties were not used by some members of the Royal family, some artists, and newcomers in the Empire, and alas, even marroncito) commisionned him also to contact some producers of raw materials, and botanic houses both in Chile and Argentina. Then D commented on the dark days that are affecting Miss Moss. I guess that he also noticed what little interest that situation presented to his two listeners, so with enviable smoothness he moved into his last project, which, besides the new offers he has received, has him thinking loads about something totally new, for him that is.
He is producing a number of unknown people from different disciplines and non-discipline areas in what he called An Improbable Mixture of Intentions. He has assembled a group with a Hungarian translator, a journalist, an artist, a handcraft, a scientologist, a E-entertainment television fan, a neo-nazi, a very beautiful woman, a very ugly woman (these two are self-defined as such), a chess player, a gardener (according to D one of the most fascinating characters, by far), a right-wing wind-less think tank representative, an American from Utah, a Haitian, a figlio di puttana, a military man, a homeless, and b.
Whether B knew about this project is not to my knowledge. However he did not show a single concern upon the possibility of being integral part of such diversity.
D continued talking. He said that the idea with this group is to record a number of sessions, different combination of people addressing a number of modern day situations, old news (dialectics here of course), random conversations, random beginning and endings of situations, comic, tragic situations, film watching, travelling to places...

What results from this will be published in DVD and book formats. He has already a number of contracts for this production with major moguls in the respective business. But he also stressed the fact how, by using the theory of Mr Miranda, late Mr Miranda on spheres of speech, some of these characters will experience an alteration in the way the see, live, and die their lives. He then intends to record the individual work from each of these people, and he adds emphatically, 'and by work I mean, what they do, the way they are, how they behave themselves in their every day activities and chores. All of them are out of the loop. They are, so to speak, people who stayed at the station watching life goes by: Sometimes they take part. Sometimes they don't'.
I recognized the influence of B there, but taken to other realms with wings, with air, quantumly leaped. Then he said, and those were the final words for the evening (in that tone I mean), 'I know soon we will all be MP3ed and podcasted, so let us do things before we turned into thin air'.

Air it will be, Birken added, and smiled, a very enigmatic smile.
Cheers!, I said not completely understanding what to do with all this but it was pleasant to have a little flavor of Dugueiroz being less light and metrosexual than usual .
Yes, cheers!
James