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2006-02-27 More of an update, update I am suddenly ensconced with ideas, new opportunities and projects, interesting people, planned excursions. Today I have a job interview for a tour guide position taking people through the Rockies and back. I started training last week at a community-based radio station with a view to having my own weekly show in the unpredicatable mid-term of the future (the no-matter-what great part: unlimited access to a 50,000 strong collection of cds and vinyl). We're launching a new program in the world of tutoring that is so top secret that, well, I wouldn't have to kill you, but maybe just hurt you real bad. Well, not too bad, but maybe like, punch you in the head or something. If I told you, that is. Over the next weekends I'll be going skiing, surfing, to Portland, and then my parents are visiting, and so suddenly there is a dearth of the free time to which I had become quite accustomed in the spaces between tutoring sessions and occasional bread deliveries. But it's all very exciting. I wish there was something of more consequence to say. Some crazy fact, or sudden transcending vision to relate. I know! How about a quote? I love those. Here we go: Tomorrow, the black morning, I close the door in the face of the dead years. I will go on the road, bum my way over land and sea, from the old to the new world... I read somewhere that, according to the Kabbalah, the first act of creation in the universe is exile. And this seems fitting to me. The above quote comes from Thomas Pynchon's V., though I am uncertain if it his words or else from some unmentioned song or poem as it appears in the text. The photo has nothing to do with exile but I like it all the same.
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