BurningbirdI had email auto responding on and off this week and just found out today that it was not forwarding emails on to me. I’m not sure what happened to the email, but it didn’t get through to me.
If you’ve sent an email, especially in the last week, and have been expecting a response, you might want to send it again because I may not have received it.
Farrago has been introducing us to her home in a series of photographic essays from out and about in Sea Point, South Africa.
If you’ve never had a chance to see Farrago’s photographs, you need to take some time, now, and look around; especially if you’re in the northern hemisphere and facing snow, sleet, and frozen rain like we had in St. Louis today. The sunny, warm, and brightly colored pictures from Sea Point are more than enough to make you feel absolutely toasty.
Of course, for those who live in the southern hemisphere and who are faced with high heat, I’ve saved a nice snowy, cold photo, just for you.
Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
Lest you all think that we in America speak in the same voice as Bush, and lest you all think that we America are doing little to fight this upcoming war in Iraq, think again.
I was contacted about a job just across the river in Illinois that I was a perfect fit for about three weeks ago. I had the skills, I had the experience, and most importantly, I had a secret government clearance that could be quickly activated. This, combined with my previous experience having worked on defense systems gave me the edge for a job. A good job. It would have been a good job.
A job working on a system for the military to be used in whatever capacity in the Middle East. What kind of system, what type of work, I don’t know.
I did not pursue this job, and declined the opportunity with the recruiter, telling them that the job is incompatible with my beliefs, and that the government would not care for my continued protestation against Bush and his actions in the Middle East.
I didn’t say anything about this three weeks ago as I figured you all would think I was an idiot. I felt like an idiot afterwards. And maybe I am — a principled idiot, without a fucking job in a really lousy economy.
I didn’t put my blood on the line, but I put my future, and that will have to do.