I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

I haven't slept a wink...

So tired. Running like a mad lunatic. Whose idea was this anyway? Oh yeah, mine. Never mind. Some disjointed thoughts as I fall over into a comatose stupor.

Soon I will be able to post more and be less boring. For all two of you still reading this, that should be a relief.

Semi-part-of-big-news: tomorrow is my last day at the Census. Hurray! And the villagers rejoice. The NRFU isn't over, but I'm done with it.

To the company that posted the "New Position! Communications Manager -Entry Level Sales/Marketing" job. A manager is an "entry level" job? You're doing it wrong.

And, because I can, and it's feeling like Summer has decided to move in, one last picture of the snowpocalypse.

Feel a little cooler now?

2 comments:

vince said...

Sounds like the news will be very good. I'm a big fan of good news, which is why my consumption of daily news shows (with the exception of Jon Stewart) has decreased dramatically of late.

And since it's supposed to be around 90 here tomorrow, I'll remember the snow fondly.

Steve Buchheit said...

Vince, it is. And I was up on the roof today (sweeping off the oak flowers), missing those snows already.