Tomorrow I leave for a little vay-cay. I'm going to play it by ear, but the rough plan is to get to Utila on Saturday and spend about a week diving. After that, I'll head back to the mainland for some time on the beach in Tela. Or maybe I'll spend some time near La Ceiba.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Super Tuesday redux
I don't have much to add to what has already been said by the bajillion commentators.
On the left, I'm not surprised that yesterday resolved nothing. I'm getting a little excited that my vote in a month might actually mean something. But then again, even after Ohio and Texas, there probably won't be a winner. I'm waffling as to whom I should support. My head says Clinton but damn does she have a lot of baggage, so much so that she is more likely to lose in November. My heart says Obama, but I can't help but feeling he is an empty vessel into which we pour our hopes.
On the right, Huckabee's victories, although dwarfed by McCain's, surprised me. They raised the increasingly likely specter of Vice President Huckabee. He may be folksy and charming, but deep down he is evil.
On the left, I'm not surprised that yesterday resolved nothing. I'm getting a little excited that my vote in a month might actually mean something. But then again, even after Ohio and Texas, there probably won't be a winner. I'm waffling as to whom I should support. My head says Clinton but damn does she have a lot of baggage, so much so that she is more likely to lose in November. My heart says Obama, but I can't help but feeling he is an empty vessel into which we pour our hopes.
On the right, Huckabee's victories, although dwarfed by McCain's, surprised me. They raised the increasingly likely specter of Vice President Huckabee. He may be folksy and charming, but deep down he is evil.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Reality deferred
Thursday was the boss’s birthday. We had bagels for breakfast, went out for lunch, and had chocolate raspberry cake in the afternoon. All together, I probably did about four hours of work yesterday. Oh, and we’re still doing the "official" birthday lunch sometime next week since this week is busy.
A while ago, the boss asked if I wanted to stay on for another year. At first I thought she was kidding, but it became apparent that she wasn’t. With my pickiness (and procrastination) in the job search, election year uncertainty deferring much government hiring and a looming recession cramping private sector hiring, I realized: why would I give this up? I like my job, it is pretty cushy, and it pays reasonably well. And I actually like my boss. Those are four things most people can’t say about their job.
So I’m staying. I agonized and flip-flopped a bit over the decision, but in the end it really was a no brainer. What’s another year in la-la land?
A while ago, the boss asked if I wanted to stay on for another year. At first I thought she was kidding, but it became apparent that she wasn’t. With my pickiness (and procrastination) in the job search, election year uncertainty deferring much government hiring and a looming recession cramping private sector hiring, I realized: why would I give this up? I like my job, it is pretty cushy, and it pays reasonably well. And I actually like my boss. Those are four things most people can’t say about their job.
So I’m staying. I agonized and flip-flopped a bit over the decision, but in the end it really was a no brainer. What’s another year in la-la land?
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Fashion police
I'm not a fashionista, but I know that a man should never wear white socks with slacks and dress shoes. Knowing this basic rule, I was horrified this morning when I realized that I forgot to pack a pair of dress socks in my gym bag. I was forced to wear my dirty (but still bright) white athletic socks to work.
I tried to convince myself that it wasn't noticeable, but with every step a bright white band flashed between my cuff and shoe. And today, since we're on duty, many bright flashes filled our lobby as I greeted the people delivering search warrants, pen registers, and probation reports. I felt like a dork.
I tried to convince myself that it wasn't noticeable, but with every step a bright white band flashed between my cuff and shoe. And today, since we're on duty, many bright flashes filled our lobby as I greeted the people delivering search warrants, pen registers, and probation reports. I felt like a dork.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Shallow
I bought a pair of hiking boots today. I'm excited as I have been wanting a new pair for a while. Some Christmas gift certificates finally motivated me to get a pair to break them in before my trips in February and August.
As I was sending a thank you note to the people who gave me the gift certificate, a friend forwarded this article about John Granville, the USAID diplomat who was murdered in Khartoum, Sudan earlier today. I was in the Peace Corps with John; he was in the education group a year ahead of me. While we weren't great friends, we were friends and our paths crossed for the year our time in the Cradle of Our Fathers overlapped. I remember him best for the Cameroon art import business he tried to start once he returned to the U.S.
I feel shallow.
As I was sending a thank you note to the people who gave me the gift certificate, a friend forwarded this article about John Granville, the USAID diplomat who was murdered in Khartoum, Sudan earlier today. I was in the Peace Corps with John; he was in the education group a year ahead of me. While we weren't great friends, we were friends and our paths crossed for the year our time in the Cradle of Our Fathers overlapped. I remember him best for the Cameroon art import business he tried to start once he returned to the U.S.
I feel shallow.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Pecking order
Nacho peed on my leg this afternoon at the dog park within two minutes of our arrival. I scolded him and we left immediately. He has been banished to the backyard until I feel like I have sufficiently reasserted my dominance.
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