The Intern Return

It's over.  What can I say?  It was some good times.  Now it's home for some recuperation and Mom-food and running on boring flat straight roads.

And also... it's the season of job-hunting.  I've been told to utilize my "network."  I don't really have much of a network.  This is discouraging?  I really don't know.  But I'm interested (I think) in editing or proofreading jobs, or writing jobs, or photography jobs?, or some kind of international job whatever-that-means, or some kind of other interesting job whatever-that-means-for-me.  If you hear of one, holler.*

*Either a job or a nice used road bike.


UPDATE:  ...or English-teaching jobs, or anything-that-pays-the-bills jobs, or [maybe especially] anything-where-someone-considers-me-especially-needed-or-wanted-for-a-particular-position-slash-to-fill-a-particular-need-that-somehow-I-seem-to-fit, or another paid internship, or a sponsored triathlete or cyclist job, or a typist job, or a movie-reviewer job, or a stay-at-home child job (paid, of course), or a doctor-no-trainingorexperience-necessary-job, or maybe something else cool.  It just depends, really.  I want either to feel very rich without actually having any money or have tons of money without feeling rich.  I think either way would work for me.

Sabbath Sanctuary

I found a long trunk and sat on it.  I watched the water rush by.  I watched an ant struggle through my embedded shoe print with a leaf.  I peeled my skin and watched the flakes float away.

I saw green.  And more green.  I saw the moss and the ferns.  I saw the great trunks and the great roots.  The fallen.  I saw sunlight and I saw decay.  And no one saw me.

I saw every size of trunk and every color, too.  I saw trees leaning over the water, and others leaning on each other.  I saw the new trees, and the very old, old giants.

I saw a slug.  With a... round, white gill?

I walked through Greenlees Grove.  I thought for the longest time that it was Greenless Grove and I was amused by the clever irony of its namer.  Later, the truth wasn't so amusing.  But it was a lovely grove.

Then I went home.

Time to read the male

What must I do to get the MAN love?


Hunting's better this season, what with the warmer temperatures and increasing technology.  The deer aren't freezing during the summer, and the turkey are taking advantage of more people glued to their screens.

How about those Mets!  Didn't they beat the Bulls the other night something fierce?  And I think I heard Manchester United is coming into town this summer to play the Seahawks at some point.  I'm stoked.  Byron James.  Heck yes.  Bring the beer.

Weiner is retarded!  He thought he had to live up to his name.  Osama for prez!  Palin for Secretary of State!  Let's bring back Newt!  Less taxes!  More money for hunting!  Gun rights!  Bomb a new country!

I did 487 pushups in a minute last night before bed.  No biggie.  I think tomorrow's a rest day, so I'll just be doing 350.

Look at that girl.  She's a 9!  Smokin!  *Repugnant whistle

I got the new Z56 Turbo Torque Reinforced Stainless Steel monkey wrench the other night.  For my lawn chair, sucka!  And I welded two push mowers together for twice the cutting width.

I grilled steak for every meal last month until I found the secret:  sweat.  Drizzle a little sweat over the sauce after exactly 5 minutes and 16 seconds and wa-BAM shi-ZAM you got yourself some real steak.

Noticed seven new beard hairs when I shaved again after lunch today.


...I can't do it.  Thanks for reading anyway, Ben.