Whining

At this point I would really appreciate a glass of water. Won't get one until around eleven. By that thime I will probaly want food, too.

And it is raining. May have to put on my left shoe for the first time since the gout attack.

If there is any news, I will post it.

Wish me luck.

Cambridge to Chicago: A Poet's Journey

"He had us all fooled," said C.J. Laity, who knew Porter from poetry readings. "I've known him for many, many years. Obviously, I didn't know him as well as I thought."

An Honest Prophet

"In an earlier version of this article, I thought that John Paul II would die in 2003. Then I thought, 2004. Now I think, soon. Also, in the previous version of this article, I thought that Pope Benedict XVI would die in 2009, now I think 2009 or 2010." -- Ronald L. Conte Jr.

A Year in the Life

A year ago yesterday the boss came to my cube and informed me that I was history. Besides overage, overweight, and overqualified.

I collected unemployment almost as long as I could, did college teaching for even less money, took on an editorial project, and, as many of you will recall, got distracted by medical issues.

This afternoon I got a message from some guys I sent a resume to yesterday, for a sortware training project beginning a week from Sunday. The interview is tomorrow. Good thing my left shoe was fitting again. At least once I got it on. (The shoe, I mean. Out of the gutter, people.)

It's only a three week project. Good. Less risk hiring a guy who may look a little "off." As in, What the fuck is that old fart, the Pinkerton?

I have a feeling that there will be others, if this one works out. Projects, not rentacops.

So again, friends, keep those prayer wheels spinning.

And the other wheels engaged.

Frank