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November 30, 2005
Well, that's one way to deal with unemployment . . .
So, my job ends on Friday. I have a positive looking job prospect, but nothing for sure. I wasn't sure whether to start filling out applications at Starbucks or just slink back to Lee County to see if they needed substitute teachers. Then I realized, there was a simple solution staring me in the face, something so glaringly obvious only a fool would think of it: go to Rome a drink a whole bunch of red wine.
What's not to love about this plan? Rome? Red wine? Nothing! With just a few short mouse clicks, the problem was solved. I'm going to the eternal city and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Unless you are my credit card company, in which case, I have died, so no use trying to collect from me.
I'm gone from the 7th to the 15th. If you send me your address, I'll send you a postcard.
I'm going to go watch The Talented Mr. Ripley now.
PS - If you're bored and unafraid of debt, come with me!
PPS - If you know a good novel about Rome, let me know.
Posted by Drew at 11:05 PM | Comments (4)
November 13, 2005
Putting it out there.
It should be noted that I am (as always) in the process of looking for a job. If you know of anything and want to send it my way, that'd be great.
Posted by Drew at 10:47 PM | Comments (4) | TrackBack
November 04, 2005
Gender Trouble
This morning the Diane Rehm show had on an author who had just written a book about Caravaggio's "The Taking of Christ"
By sheer coincidence, this painting is housed at the Irish National Gallery, which, in turn, is located within walking distance of Trinity University where I lived when I did my study abroad. I used to go to the gallery fairly frequently and that painting was one that I visited every time.
So, feeling cocky, I wrote a smarty-pants letter in to the show asking about the theological signifigance of Caravaggio's treatment of the subject.
Twenty minutes later, I actually heard my name on the air:
"We have an e-mail from Drew in Washington. She writes . . ."
*sigh*
The author didn't have a clue what I was talking about and had to fall back on some sill answer about how Caravaggio didn't paint icons. That made me feel a little better.
In my next life I'm getting a more masculine name. Like Quentin.
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