Daily Archive: June 17, 2014
Cthulhu visits a bookstore.
Milton was in paradise, as far as I’m concerned.
Am I allowed to be annoyed that I just saw an ad for a HISTORY channel Reality TV show program called “Biker Battle Phoenix” or has the shipped already sailed on words having meanings?
The jobs I’ve had since I have been responsible for paying for my own housing, food, healthcare, etc., have been, in order: Freelance photo-assistant, Freelance commercial photographer and sometime ad copywriter, Freelance filmmaker, Boat-builder, Day-sailing charter captain.
And get a haircut dammit!
This is sort of symposium-related, though I won’t tag it as such because it’s mostly of a personal nature.
For the Work Symposium, a reposting of the best career advise I have.
So who’s adjusting their odds on Brazil winning the whole tournament? Meanwhile, I’m enjoying my surmountable lead over my soccer-knowledge-superiors Burt and Mark.
I’ve been musing over the posts for the Work Symposium so far, and I was struck by something.
“We are the Oompa Loompa, and we will be heard.”
“You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.”
Mike Dwyer has graciously allowed me to poach on his territory by writing a Tuesday Writing Prompt. I’ll set the scene, and you all continue the story in the comments section. Mississipppi, July, sweat...
Worked late last night; here’s the view from my office.