Monday, July 14, 2003

I have another idea that I would like someone to implement for me. But first, the backstory...

At one time I was employed by a company in the field of information technology. This was during the heady days of the Internet boom and as such this company was able to afford such whims as sending their part-time librarian / web spinster (me) down to Florida for a three day technology conference being hosted in Disneyland.

Of all the splendors that the travel, the conference and Disneyland had to offer - one event overshadowed all others. You see, the scale of the conference was grand. It was so grand that MGM Studios was closed to public late in the afternoon one day during the conference so that delegates could have the whole damn park to just themselves during the evening. Disney was rolling out the red carpet.

And they did roll out the red carpet. I could see in the distance as myself and my co-worker disembarked from the shuttle bus and made our way towards the studio gates. I could also see a crowd at the entrance... and strangely enough, I could hear a crowd. It was a sustained roar of a crowd that got louder and more enthusiastic as our group of nerds, geeks and misfits approached. The crowd was lined along the red carpet. And they were cheering for us.

Stunned, we walked slowly down the red carpet. The crowd cheered, waved and begged for our attention. I remember someone asking for my autograph and I took the offered pen and paper and signed my name. I can't remember if the person was male or female or even how large the crowd was. I really can only remember two things. First, I recall staring into the faces of these sad employees who were paid to pretend that we were celebrities. I was scanning to find one glimpse of sarcasm, of one look of disdain, of one look of reservation and being shocked that I could see no trace of roll-playing in all the ernestness.

And secondly, I remember how strange and how .... good .... it felt being mistaken for a celebrity. It felt very good to be greeted with overzealous abandon. The feeling didn't leave me all day. I recall turning to my co-worker at the end of the evening - slightly dizzy after going on ride after ride - and telling him that all the technology and machinery that has been employed that day to amuse us was all well and good, but could not measure to the feeling of being loved by a crowd.

End of backstory.

This is my idea. I would like to see an amusement park with no rides. Instead there is a large enthusiastic crowd that will lavish attention on you. Nothing sexual mind you. I'm thinking along the lines of the parachute games of childhood when a lucky child would sit in the middle of an empty parachute and the other children would pick up the parachute and child and begin to play various parachute games...

Or how about something along crowd surfing. Have you ever crowd surfed? I have once and it was a great experience. I wasn't groped, I wasn't dropped. I floated on hundreds of hands over a considerable distance. It was one of the best feelings I have ever had.

Damn. I really like this idea. Perhaps I should submit it to The Believer

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