I am official.

Hey internet folks. My new post as Marketing Champion, Agent 99, grasshopper guru extraordinaire has officially commenced at Raincity Studios here in fabulous, sunny Vangroovy. As of today, I have joined the team of Robert Scales, Mark Yuasa and the other lovely gems here at Raincity. My role for the studio falls somewhere and anywhere in the ways of marketing, branding and design. I met Scales, Kris Krug and Boris Mann (of Bryght) trekking around the lovely city of Torino while working for the CBC at the Olympics. Through much vino, espresso and fine fromaggio, it was decided I should jump on board with Raincity.

A wee bit of “works in progress”, soooo much more to come really soon, but check me out thus far:

flickr
my blog
old design portfolio
del.icio.us
43places
youtube
technorati
Upcoming
linkedin

Thanks to kk, who through his tireless efforts and savvy, tech-geek know-how, has helped to initiate geekin me out and catapulting my global web presence through all of these useful, wonderful tools…. all completely enjoyable experiences.

You can also find me here:
megan@raincitystudios.com
mobile: 604.809.9967
skype: meganlawriecole

Get in touch with me, plug me in as a contact, drop me a line, take me out for a pint…

Stay tuned for my change of blog address, as well as plenty of bloggin from Raincity and much more geekery.
ciao.

Ah… how ironic: I find myself nestled in the serene beauty of snow-covered Alps, towering over a vast valley that is the city of Torino; a city that is becoming more energetic and alive each hour as the sports world descends upon it. The sky for my first two days in Torino has been a brilliant blue, sunny, about 10 degrees. The local Italian volunteers and polizia greeting you at all entrance security checks are all smiles and typically charming. Warm, understanding smiles are shared with other foreign media people as you pass by.

Where is this irony, you ask? Ah, well, my first day on the job (with three hours sleep over the past 24 hours – I was awake, lying in my hotel bed at 1:30am WIDE awake until 6am rolled around and I decided to just get up and start the day, even though my first hadn’t quite ended, which still feels like, 2 days later, that “this morning” I awoke in Vancouver. Strange.) – the IRONY is this:
I spent the entire day with my lovely and charming young Italian driver-boy, Davide, in and out of shopping malls, hunting for thermoses and coolers for the likes of Peter Mansbridge and Brian Williams – a riot! And let me say this: simply because this shopping mall is in Italy, and the image one may conjure up is one of Louis Vuitton bags and fine leather boots, a mall is a mall is a mall. Noisy, crowded, fluorescent lighting, whining children, overweight families. The romance of touching down in the mountains of northern Italy evaporated as we entered the blocked solid parking lot of IKEA….

The International Broadcast Centre is an impressive site – a construction in what once was a Fiat factory, where organization and order are essential and well executed. The CBC folks I am working with are all lovely. Most of them are french and I have been pleasantly surprised how quickly and readily available my poor, very mediocre french returned. The chaos is likely to ensue as more personnel arrive and the stress of getting on the air successfully for the Opening Ceremonies set in.

I hope to attach photos soon of the bowels of this broadcast centre, along with the first of many Olympic shots. For now, alas, ’tis all about the malls.

So much for getting a mere glimpse of Paris… Charles de Gaulle is socked in ten times worse than Torbay on a bad day, if you can believe it. Had a pain au chocolat for you mum! Paris will have to wait – another trip for another time je pense.

Ciao bella! Off to Torino, Italy in a matter of hours. Haven’t done a stitch of laundry, haven’t thought of what to pack, have a list as long as my arm of things to get done (my arms are really, really long), and yet I will be watching the Canucks game at 6pm PST and heading off to take in some Jeff Tweedy late-night. Hell – I’ll have a whole day of sleeping on a plane to catch up! See you in Turin. Ciao.