This is the last post on New York City--I promise! But the real reason we were there was to learn more about what is happening in the book publishing business, and this was the first overtly non-Christian conference of this sort that I attended, so it was a little like going to Babylon for an education. But there is much that can be learned from Babylon, as long as we use discernment.
The keynote speaker of the Book Business Expo was Jeffrey Cole, director of the Center for the Digital Future, who discussed the implications of Internet use for book publishing. The good news is that reading books on-line is still not popular, but I suspect that reading books in general is not popular, based on my research of the two teens living in my home. But Dr. Cole believes that some book reading will go on, so we all heaved a collective sigh of relief.
Next I attended a session on repurposing content, again with a view to the Internet. When a book publisher repurposes content, it takes already existing material and repackages it, and in this case attention was given to taking a printed product to a different print format. It was in this session that I learned my favorite buzz phrase of the conference: digital natives. Digital natives are people who are age 25 and younger, and if anyone 25 or younger lives in your home, I don't need to go any further in explaining this term. Of course the strategies of repackaging content now for the Internet are critical, and publishers need to make sure that the content they're providing is visible to the search engines, a strategy known as SEO (search engine optimization).
Later sessions addressed "The Long Tail," which is a reference to a popular book among publishers that prescribes strategies for publishers to take advantage of sales of their backlists, or those titles that have been around for awhile. The new trend there is print-on-demand publishing, where publishers rid themselves of inventory and its expenses by hooking up with a printer that functions kind of like a glorified Kinko's. When a retailer runs out of one of your titles, they contact the printer, who has the appropriate files and prints off as many copies of a book as needed. The printer receives an order by 2:00 in the afternoon, and by 4:30 a.m. the books are printed and shipped. As one print-on-demand company rep told M. and me, there are no longer any out-of-print books because as long as files exist, a person can always obtain any book he or she wants. An interesting idea, but the costs per unit at this point are holding most publishers back, even though we were assured that all would balance out because the need for inventory and its storage would be eliminated.
On Tuesday, after a rather lengthy keynote advertisement for Google, I attended an interesting session on how to crash a book. In this case, a senior editor from Vintage Books who looked like he was about 25 told his adventure story of turning around "The Iraq Report" in 24 days. An interesting adventure story for an editor! I did attend a session on the practical use of XML. I'm still not sure what it is, but I know that if our publishing company has any hopes of survival, we'd better have it.
It was an excellent learning experience, and it was the first publishing conference I've attended where the major theme was not trying to reach Gen X, a problem most major Christian publishers seem to obsess over. It was a breath of fresh air. The theme of this conference seemed to be a more direct approach--any form of media that hopes to survive with any age group must learn to take advantage of the Internet. It was a great learning experience that inspired some interesting ideas for the three of us who attended from our publishing house.
3/12/07
3/11/07
Hearing the Word of Life (1 John 1:1-4)
Good news for those of you who like reading my sermon posts. Our church now has a website where Pastor Freswick's sermons are downloadable: www.bethanyurc.com/sermons.htm
I guess this makes my sermon blogs obsolete, but I like writing them down, so they will still be here anyway. It's my blog!
This afternoon's sermon was from 1 John 1:1-4. I suspect that we're starting a new series on this New Testament epistle. Two of the themes we will be looking at are these: 1 John tells us that we are either children of God or we are not; also, John wants us not to have any doubts about our salvation.
In chapter 1, the Word of Life is set before us so that our joy may be full, and we experience fullness of joy through a certain knowledge that we have eternal life. This Word of Life is not separate from Jesus Christ, who is the Word made flesh (John 1). In fact, this Word is the Christ of Life. This Word was from the beginning, what we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes, what we beheld and what our hands handled. Our pastor pointed out that in the original Greek, verses 1-4 were all one sentence, with the main verb being "declared" in verse 3. (I actually remember this from my brief study of Greek my senior year at Cedarville University, where 1 John was what we translated.) John sets forth Jesus as the Word in contrast to the Greek belief that anything that is physical is evil, and that is all captured in the Greek concept of "word". The Holy Spirit, through the writers of Scripture, redefines "word," so that the Word becomes flesh and dwells among us. This would have been a ridiculous notion to the Greeks. So John's focus becomes the humanity of Christ, although his explaining that the Word was from the beginning also is an expression of His divinity.
So John begins his letter by establishing this as an apostolic declaration. There are personal witnesses to this Word: "what we have seen with our eyes, what we beheld and our hands handled." The first phrase is more than just seeing; it connotes a focus, a moment of close examination, as if under a microscope. Some commentators believe John may be referring to seeing Jesus after His resurrection. Again the emphasis is on Jesus' being a true man. In verse 2, John tells us that this "life was manifested." It has come to us. Jewish believers would have immediately connected this with the Old Testament blessing: "The Lord make His face shine upon us." Manifested in this case means "shining upon us." In verse 3 John speaks in an authoritative way--this is no mere suggestion or plea. This is his declaration; he bears witness (v. 2), and in the Greek this bearing testimony is the word from which we have derived "martyr." John is coming to us with the authority of Jesus Christ.
The purpose of all of this, in verses 3 and 4, is that we might have the fellowship of believers, that confidence of brotherhood. We also have fellowship with God, so that we know Him and walk with Him. This does not fill us with fear, but with joy. So everything that John has been telling us in verses 1-3 and what follows in the rest of the book should fill us with joy. The assurance of our salvation is our sure foundation, which is rooted in Jesus Christ.
I guess this makes my sermon blogs obsolete, but I like writing them down, so they will still be here anyway. It's my blog!
This afternoon's sermon was from 1 John 1:1-4. I suspect that we're starting a new series on this New Testament epistle. Two of the themes we will be looking at are these: 1 John tells us that we are either children of God or we are not; also, John wants us not to have any doubts about our salvation.
In chapter 1, the Word of Life is set before us so that our joy may be full, and we experience fullness of joy through a certain knowledge that we have eternal life. This Word of Life is not separate from Jesus Christ, who is the Word made flesh (John 1). In fact, this Word is the Christ of Life. This Word was from the beginning, what we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes, what we beheld and what our hands handled. Our pastor pointed out that in the original Greek, verses 1-4 were all one sentence, with the main verb being "declared" in verse 3. (I actually remember this from my brief study of Greek my senior year at Cedarville University, where 1 John was what we translated.) John sets forth Jesus as the Word in contrast to the Greek belief that anything that is physical is evil, and that is all captured in the Greek concept of "word". The Holy Spirit, through the writers of Scripture, redefines "word," so that the Word becomes flesh and dwells among us. This would have been a ridiculous notion to the Greeks. So John's focus becomes the humanity of Christ, although his explaining that the Word was from the beginning also is an expression of His divinity.
So John begins his letter by establishing this as an apostolic declaration. There are personal witnesses to this Word: "what we have seen with our eyes, what we beheld and our hands handled." The first phrase is more than just seeing; it connotes a focus, a moment of close examination, as if under a microscope. Some commentators believe John may be referring to seeing Jesus after His resurrection. Again the emphasis is on Jesus' being a true man. In verse 2, John tells us that this "life was manifested." It has come to us. Jewish believers would have immediately connected this with the Old Testament blessing: "The Lord make His face shine upon us." Manifested in this case means "shining upon us." In verse 3 John speaks in an authoritative way--this is no mere suggestion or plea. This is his declaration; he bears witness (v. 2), and in the Greek this bearing testimony is the word from which we have derived "martyr." John is coming to us with the authority of Jesus Christ.
The purpose of all of this, in verses 3 and 4, is that we might have the fellowship of believers, that confidence of brotherhood. We also have fellowship with God, so that we know Him and walk with Him. This does not fill us with fear, but with joy. So everything that John has been telling us in verses 1-3 and what follows in the rest of the book should fill us with joy. The assurance of our salvation is our sure foundation, which is rooted in Jesus Christ.
3/10/07
Apple Sauce (Continued)
My co-workers and I really were in New York on business, but more on that later (left my notes at work).
So after we finished attending sessions on Monday and Tuesday, our time was our own. During a break Monday morning, I walked over to the St. James theater to get tickets for Tuesday night to see The Producers. I get a national theater newsletter, and I had printed off a page that said that if I presented it at the box office, I would receive 50 percent off. And even though I had printed it off and taken it with me, I really didn't think it would amount to anything. So when I handed it over to the person working at the box office, I nearly fell over when I found out that we were getting $110 seats for half the price! And the seats were in the orchestra section, row 13, center. Things were going well.
The weather was unseasonably cold, of course, with biting winds and snow. But we were determined to experience the city--on foot. Just walking around in the theater district is an amazing adventure, but the challenge was on to find a reasonably priced dinner(since breakfast had not been very reasonably priced). Our quest took us to Rockefeller Center, where we enjoyed seeing the famous ice rink and other sights, but, unfortunately, no reasonably priced meals. A few blocks from there, we found St. Patrick's Cathedral, which K. and I decided was not as awesome as the National Cathedral in D.C. But it was interesting (and sad, actually) to see the people there praying and truly, in some instances, worshipping the icons. Soon after, we encountered that most famous of New York gourmet delights, Burger Heaven, which did offer food at a reasonable price. After we returned to the hotel, M. and I climbed under our respective covers to warm up and watched a movie in our room, one of my favorite hotel things to do.
Tuesday night was the big Broadway musical event--my second and K. and M.'s first. The evening began at a real New York Italian restaurant that offered good food at a somewhat reasonable price. And then it was on to the St. James, where Tony Danza was starring in The Producers. Our seats were great, and it was certainly exciting to be watching a live musical on Broadway. While the show was a little more risque than I had expected, it was a biting satire--and very funny. The sets were elaborate, and the actors fantastic. There really isn't anything quite like it.
Having finished all of our sessions, M. and I were ready for yet another NYC experience: SHOPPING. Because she actually had shopping experience in New York, M. was much more prepared for this than I. As usual, I had the absolutely worst possible shoes for this. (Last September, I went hiking with a friend in a local park through muddy swamplands--in cute sandals! Obviously I haven't learned much). And while I had come with gloves, I had no hat or scarf. I had purchased a reasonably priced scarf at a souvenir shop on Tuesday. So our game plan was to start at the southern part of Manhattan and work our way up--via the subway.
I've been on subways before--in London and D.C. But this was every bit as disgusting as we've all heard. (I barely missed walking through vomit at one point.) Our first stop was at the South Seaport shops, kind of a mall of touristy stores. I did make my first purchase there--ear muffs. Our next stop was probably my favorite--Canal Street in SoHo. This is sort of a citified version of a flea market--except the shops are filled with my favorite things: knock-off designer handbags and cheap clothes and jewelry. At one store I bought my first two faux handbags--a Prada and a Kate Spade (for my Katie--and all her friends are jealous!). At the next stop was a must-have Dolce and Gabbana spring bag, but I didn't have enough cash (that's all they take). When I asked the store clerk if she could take the cash I had for it, she directed me to the ATM located in the shop. That is good sales strategy. I decided that my quota of cheap, knock-off handbags was now filled, until the salesperson in the next shop approached M. and secretively motioned her to the back, where there would be Gucci, Prada (the real thing, of course). I looked at a nice, so-called Gucci bag--kind of a briefcase sort of thing--just for fun. I asked the salesgirl how much it was, and she told me forty-five dollars. I indicated that I wasn't interested, and then she responded by asking me how much I wanted to pay for it. My goal here was to leave the shop with no more purses, so I told her the ridiculously low price of twenty-five dollars. She came back with forty, I said thirty, and then M. so helpfully suggested I offer thirty-five. Now it had moved beyond shopping into a competition, and two forces converged, rendering me helpless: competitive shopping. Of course the salesgirl accepted my offer of thirty-five dollars, and now I had purchased four bags that I was going to have to get back to Michigan somehow. (And M. insists that the Gucci bag is real because it has no "made in China" tag like the others we purchased.)
Our next stop was Greenwich Village and the NYU area, and M. asked a city worker to take a picture of us by the famous arch that appears in so many movies and TV shows, including one of my favorites, When Harry Met Sally . We ended our shopping experience at Macy's in Herald Square and found out that people from out of town who are shopping there get an eleven percent discount (don't ever say that this blog does not offer practical information).
By now I was thorougly exhausted and in pain and was sure that upon returning to Michigan, my feet would have to be amputated, and all because I am too vain to wear tennis shoes. After getting two huge pieces of cheesecake to go at THE cheesecake place when in NYC, we collected our things and got a cab to take us back to LaGuardia. Again, the experienced M. had brought along a duffel bag just in case we actually purchased anything when we shopped. So the first part of our cab ride was spent stuffing as many handbags and sweatshirts into the small duffel bag as possible. And it turned out that the Gucci bag was a smart idea--I was able to stuff some of my purchases and my purse into it (readers of the Shopaholics books are smiling right now at this rationale).
Our cab ride back to the airport took us through Central Park, and I held my breath as I went through airport security and was informed my tote bag (with the cheesecake) had to be searched. In the end, I lost a bottle of water, which I begged for a drink from--those security people are harsh--and a plastic fork that I planned to use to eat the cheesecake. Thankfully my cheesecake was not a security threat. The fork problem was quickly solved on the other side, where the fast food restaurants were filled with apparently less threatening plastic forks than the one that had been in my tote bag.
And that brings me to the end of the purely pleasure parts of our adventures in the big city. I arrived in Grand Rapids with three purses I did not need, extremely sore feet, and some really great memories (and, obviously, lots of blog fodder).
So after we finished attending sessions on Monday and Tuesday, our time was our own. During a break Monday morning, I walked over to the St. James theater to get tickets for Tuesday night to see The Producers. I get a national theater newsletter, and I had printed off a page that said that if I presented it at the box office, I would receive 50 percent off. And even though I had printed it off and taken it with me, I really didn't think it would amount to anything. So when I handed it over to the person working at the box office, I nearly fell over when I found out that we were getting $110 seats for half the price! And the seats were in the orchestra section, row 13, center. Things were going well.
The weather was unseasonably cold, of course, with biting winds and snow. But we were determined to experience the city--on foot. Just walking around in the theater district is an amazing adventure, but the challenge was on to find a reasonably priced dinner(since breakfast had not been very reasonably priced). Our quest took us to Rockefeller Center, where we enjoyed seeing the famous ice rink and other sights, but, unfortunately, no reasonably priced meals. A few blocks from there, we found St. Patrick's Cathedral, which K. and I decided was not as awesome as the National Cathedral in D.C. But it was interesting (and sad, actually) to see the people there praying and truly, in some instances, worshipping the icons. Soon after, we encountered that most famous of New York gourmet delights, Burger Heaven, which did offer food at a reasonable price. After we returned to the hotel, M. and I climbed under our respective covers to warm up and watched a movie in our room, one of my favorite hotel things to do.
Tuesday night was the big Broadway musical event--my second and K. and M.'s first. The evening began at a real New York Italian restaurant that offered good food at a somewhat reasonable price. And then it was on to the St. James, where Tony Danza was starring in The Producers. Our seats were great, and it was certainly exciting to be watching a live musical on Broadway. While the show was a little more risque than I had expected, it was a biting satire--and very funny. The sets were elaborate, and the actors fantastic. There really isn't anything quite like it.
Having finished all of our sessions, M. and I were ready for yet another NYC experience: SHOPPING. Because she actually had shopping experience in New York, M. was much more prepared for this than I. As usual, I had the absolutely worst possible shoes for this. (Last September, I went hiking with a friend in a local park through muddy swamplands--in cute sandals! Obviously I haven't learned much). And while I had come with gloves, I had no hat or scarf. I had purchased a reasonably priced scarf at a souvenir shop on Tuesday. So our game plan was to start at the southern part of Manhattan and work our way up--via the subway.
I've been on subways before--in London and D.C. But this was every bit as disgusting as we've all heard. (I barely missed walking through vomit at one point.) Our first stop was at the South Seaport shops, kind of a mall of touristy stores. I did make my first purchase there--ear muffs. Our next stop was probably my favorite--Canal Street in SoHo. This is sort of a citified version of a flea market--except the shops are filled with my favorite things: knock-off designer handbags and cheap clothes and jewelry. At one store I bought my first two faux handbags--a Prada and a Kate Spade (for my Katie--and all her friends are jealous!). At the next stop was a must-have Dolce and Gabbana spring bag, but I didn't have enough cash (that's all they take). When I asked the store clerk if she could take the cash I had for it, she directed me to the ATM located in the shop. That is good sales strategy. I decided that my quota of cheap, knock-off handbags was now filled, until the salesperson in the next shop approached M. and secretively motioned her to the back, where there would be Gucci, Prada (the real thing, of course). I looked at a nice, so-called Gucci bag--kind of a briefcase sort of thing--just for fun. I asked the salesgirl how much it was, and she told me forty-five dollars. I indicated that I wasn't interested, and then she responded by asking me how much I wanted to pay for it. My goal here was to leave the shop with no more purses, so I told her the ridiculously low price of twenty-five dollars. She came back with forty, I said thirty, and then M. so helpfully suggested I offer thirty-five. Now it had moved beyond shopping into a competition, and two forces converged, rendering me helpless: competitive shopping. Of course the salesgirl accepted my offer of thirty-five dollars, and now I had purchased four bags that I was going to have to get back to Michigan somehow. (And M. insists that the Gucci bag is real because it has no "made in China" tag like the others we purchased.)
Our next stop was Greenwich Village and the NYU area, and M. asked a city worker to take a picture of us by the famous arch that appears in so many movies and TV shows, including one of my favorites, When Harry Met Sally . We ended our shopping experience at Macy's in Herald Square and found out that people from out of town who are shopping there get an eleven percent discount (don't ever say that this blog does not offer practical information).
By now I was thorougly exhausted and in pain and was sure that upon returning to Michigan, my feet would have to be amputated, and all because I am too vain to wear tennis shoes. After getting two huge pieces of cheesecake to go at THE cheesecake place when in NYC, we collected our things and got a cab to take us back to LaGuardia. Again, the experienced M. had brought along a duffel bag just in case we actually purchased anything when we shopped. So the first part of our cab ride was spent stuffing as many handbags and sweatshirts into the small duffel bag as possible. And it turned out that the Gucci bag was a smart idea--I was able to stuff some of my purchases and my purse into it (readers of the Shopaholics books are smiling right now at this rationale).
Our cab ride back to the airport took us through Central Park, and I held my breath as I went through airport security and was informed my tote bag (with the cheesecake) had to be searched. In the end, I lost a bottle of water, which I begged for a drink from--those security people are harsh--and a plastic fork that I planned to use to eat the cheesecake. Thankfully my cheesecake was not a security threat. The fork problem was quickly solved on the other side, where the fast food restaurants were filled with apparently less threatening plastic forks than the one that had been in my tote bag.
And that brings me to the end of the purely pleasure parts of our adventures in the big city. I arrived in Grand Rapids with three purses I did not need, extremely sore feet, and some really great memories (and, obviously, lots of blog fodder).
3/8/07
The First Bite
My adventures in New York are now only a memory. I'm back in Grand Rapids, where there are no skyscrapers, no view of Broadway theaters, no Times Square, and no SoHo. But it's home.
While I've been to New York two times in the past, those visits were only day trips, and I spent a lot of time walking around and just skimming the surface. Even though this trip was a business trip to the Book Expo, my co-workers and I did have an opportunity to do some exploring.
The first moment of note occurred when we all arrived at La Guardia. We retrieved our luggage and were headed out for a taxi when a man and his son (I assume) approached K., asked where we were going, and offered to take us to our Times Square destination for what K. decided was a very reasonable cost. I somewhat reluctantly handed my suitcase off to the little boy, who seemed a little too eager to me to take it. M. and I felt even more nervous when we all crossed the street--past the Yellow Cabs and into the parking lot--and were led to a raggedy looking white limo. For a few moments, I imagined the headlines: "RBC Ministries Employees Missing in NYC" or "Bodies of Three Discovery House Employees Found in Harlem Alley." I also had visions of being left somewhere in some nasty looking alley while M. and K.'s laptops and the rest of our luggage drove away in the limo, never to be seen again.
Soon, however, I realized that we were crossing a bridge into Manhattan, and before I knew it, we were looking at Times Square, which was just yards away from the entrance to our hotel.
Happily, it just ended up being a somewhat noneventful ride into the city--my first in a limo of sorts. And if the ride in was a little less than glamorous, the hotel more than made up for it. Registration was on the eighth floor, and while we waited to get checked in, a hotel concierge handed us each an expensive bottle of water and two squares of dark chocolate. M. and I were given a room on the sixteenth floor, with a view that looked out on Broadway theaters, including the theater where Vanessa Redgrave was starring in a new play, The Lion King, A Chorus Line,and, a block over, The Producers. In fact, the Marriot Marquis where we were staying featured its own Broadway theater on the third floor!
Needless to say, M. and I were a little beside ourselves with all of this. And it was just the beginning of the excitement. . .
While I've been to New York two times in the past, those visits were only day trips, and I spent a lot of time walking around and just skimming the surface. Even though this trip was a business trip to the Book Expo, my co-workers and I did have an opportunity to do some exploring.
The first moment of note occurred when we all arrived at La Guardia. We retrieved our luggage and were headed out for a taxi when a man and his son (I assume) approached K., asked where we were going, and offered to take us to our Times Square destination for what K. decided was a very reasonable cost. I somewhat reluctantly handed my suitcase off to the little boy, who seemed a little too eager to me to take it. M. and I felt even more nervous when we all crossed the street--past the Yellow Cabs and into the parking lot--and were led to a raggedy looking white limo. For a few moments, I imagined the headlines: "RBC Ministries Employees Missing in NYC" or "Bodies of Three Discovery House Employees Found in Harlem Alley." I also had visions of being left somewhere in some nasty looking alley while M. and K.'s laptops and the rest of our luggage drove away in the limo, never to be seen again.
Soon, however, I realized that we were crossing a bridge into Manhattan, and before I knew it, we were looking at Times Square, which was just yards away from the entrance to our hotel.
Happily, it just ended up being a somewhat noneventful ride into the city--my first in a limo of sorts. And if the ride in was a little less than glamorous, the hotel more than made up for it. Registration was on the eighth floor, and while we waited to get checked in, a hotel concierge handed us each an expensive bottle of water and two squares of dark chocolate. M. and I were given a room on the sixteenth floor, with a view that looked out on Broadway theaters, including the theater where Vanessa Redgrave was starring in a new play, The Lion King, A Chorus Line,and, a block over, The Producers. In fact, the Marriot Marquis where we were staying featured its own Broadway theater on the third floor!
Needless to say, M. and I were a little beside ourselves with all of this. And it was just the beginning of the excitement. . .
3/3/07
The Big Apple
I love my job--really! As if it weren't enough that I get to be an editor, I get to be an editor at a Christian publisher, with an incredibly knowledgeable and experienced team leader and mentor (they don't like to be called bosses), and I get to work with a highly motivated team of overachievers like myself--and we all truly like each other! (The exclamation points are getting a little out of control here, I admit, but this is genuine enthusiasm!) And then--about a month ago--I got to experience the icing on the cake.
Our team leader called an informal meeting of three of us: me, our production manager, and our marketing manager. M., our production manager who has also become one of my favorite girlfriends of all time, informed me on our way to collecting K., the marketing manager, that we three were headed to New York City to the Book Business Conference and Expo. While it made perfect sense to me that M. and K. should be going, it really wasn't registering that I would be going along, and I kept asking M., "Are you sure she said me?" But I should have known that M. would never be capable of a joke that cruel.
So we collected ourselves (K. was pretty collected--he travels all the time) and told our team leader, "Yes, I think I can find time for that in my schedule."
All this is to say that I'm going to be pretty busy for the next few days at the conference and possibly at a Broadway show after the conference is over for the day, which is why there probably won't be too many new postings the first part of next week. Let me see . . . I could blog, or I could make adventures to blog about from New York City--and of course I'm going to be learning a lot too! It's a tough decision, but I'm leaning toward adventure...
And I'm also feeling a little like Melanie Griffith at the end of Working Girl. The setting will certainly be right--at least for the next few days!!!
Our team leader called an informal meeting of three of us: me, our production manager, and our marketing manager. M., our production manager who has also become one of my favorite girlfriends of all time, informed me on our way to collecting K., the marketing manager, that we three were headed to New York City to the Book Business Conference and Expo. While it made perfect sense to me that M. and K. should be going, it really wasn't registering that I would be going along, and I kept asking M., "Are you sure she said me?" But I should have known that M. would never be capable of a joke that cruel.
So we collected ourselves (K. was pretty collected--he travels all the time) and told our team leader, "Yes, I think I can find time for that in my schedule."
All this is to say that I'm going to be pretty busy for the next few days at the conference and possibly at a Broadway show after the conference is over for the day, which is why there probably won't be too many new postings the first part of next week. Let me see . . . I could blog, or I could make adventures to blog about from New York City--and of course I'm going to be learning a lot too! It's a tough decision, but I'm leaning toward adventure...
And I'm also feeling a little like Melanie Griffith at the end of Working Girl. The setting will certainly be right--at least for the next few days!!!
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