Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening courtesy of badgods.com There once was a horse-riding chap Who took a trip in a cold snap He stopped in the snow But he soon had to go: He was miles away from a nap. More famous poems put through the process here.
Printed by the New York Times? By two analysts from the liberal Brookings Institution? Here is the most important thing Americans need to understand: We are finally getting somewhere in Iraq, at least in military terms. As two analysts who have harshly criticized the Bush administration’s miserable handling of Iraq, we were surprised by the gains we saw and the potential to produce not necessarily “victory” but a sustainable stability that both we and the Iraqis could live with. It ends with this: But there is enough good happening on the battlefields of Iraq today that Congress should plan on…
It’s becoming more and more apparent that I’m not wanted in Pueblo. I have no idea why. But I’m starting to wrap my head around it. I’m trying to remember what it’s like to move, to tape up boxes and put things in them. The problem this time is, in the past, I’ve always been excited about the destination. This is the first time where, unless I move to Alaska, I’m not going to be that excited about geographic displacement. Jonah’s convinced that if I don’t get the job in Pueblo, things will turn out for the better. She points…
We have a week left. Then we’re unemployed. Some of us are more screwed than others. I think I’m in the “more screwed” category. I haven’t done anything substantial to locate another job. I’m gonna tell you right away I can’t wait another day, Amanda. Most of the folks I work with are not the same folks I worked with a year ago. There are probably only 6 people or so who have been there longer than I. I don’t really seem to get along with most people remaining. There are no good options. Like a guiding light to help…