How come

the jobs you really want are always so unattainable? A two hour interview seemed like a good sign. Of course I could tell I was losing the interest of one of the architects. He was zoning out and frowning while I talked. What can you do? They sprung a lot of great questions: "Why aren't you in the field of your study?" "Where is your life taking you?" I should have expected such important life assessing interrogation. It just always surprises me what I will say when I say it. I don't like shmoozing. I guess continually being the long-shot candidate has made me cynical, but I never can quite play up my skills without sounding like I am joking around. Anyhow, I won't be a fabricator for a design/architecture firm. Not this time around anyway.

There it is moodily lit and sparse.

Inauguration

Last night's housewarming made this my home. Invited and unexpected guests braved the snow, that here in Vancouver seems to be a cataclysmic climatic event. I made smarmy remarks to a poor kiwi in my empty-stomach drunken belligerence. That's a person-kiwi and not the fruit luckily.