I was just writing a little for some analysis work, and in describing a recent bill for a gas pipeline passed in Alaska, I wrote “State legislators in Iraq…”
You know, Iraq, Alaska, same difference.
(I’m cheating for last week by bringing you something old in order to do something new this week. Even though I’ve published this before it is still one of my favorites. My intentions wishlist for this piece is to add two stories I originally left out and for some reason didn’t want to amend until the last few weeks or so. One story involves Ground Zero and the other story involves little kids and danger and me subsequently using The Dad Voice for the first time. And a boat.
So I’m going to add those in.
This was written in 2003, the job I had was a drumline instructor for a high school band, and the trip we took was in 2002, 6 months after 9/11.)
All I’ve been able to think about today is how I’m going to quit my job, and New York City.
1) I’m going to disable the Twitter Update autoposts thing and just write more. I had a busy week last week, but as I only have my analysis work for London and my thesis to occupy my time now - as opposed to those things plus a full time job - I will have the time to dedicate to this that I had originally intended.
2) I heard a Subway commercial on the radio today. It promised me that no matter how high gas prices get and how bleak the economy looks, I should rest assured and confident that the American Dream lives on at Subway Restaurants because they are giving you some foot longs for five dollars all summer. The idea that the last vestiges of the American Dream exist now within the folds of a mediocre meatball sub is a depressing one, but thankfully it is not one that I think is entirely accurate.
3) A New SSLO, coming at you after this.