Yesterday I got a sandwich at my local sandwich joint (always: turkey on toasted marble rye with lettuce tomato mayo and swiss), but before I could order, I was busily staring at the gal in the apron who wanted to take my order, pencil hovering at the ready over her pad of paper. I had just hung out with her the other night, ya see, and we had had a great time chit-chatting and ardently discussing the use of pomegranate seeds as a culinary garnish (I'm still a food geek, btw, even though I don't get paid for it any more). So why didn't she recognize me? Say hi? Smile in acknowledgment?
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Unemployed... in Greenland
I want to take a moment to reflect on where I was at this time last year, and how I am specifically not there right now. Well, sure, I'm still sitting in the same comfy chair staring at the same computer screen. But just for the sake of argument, let's not be quite so literal right now.
Prognostication of the posterior
While going through my rounds of blogs today before settling down to doing real, actual work that I get paid real, actual money for, I discovered a repeating theme among three of my favorite reads. All were posted on about the same day, and it's pretty clear it wasn't one of those word-of-blog meme things.
Rockets' red glare
I'm back on the grid! Miss me? I missed you!
