Unemployment has actually been OK aside from the lack of funds for recreation and pressure to look for new work. One strange and not particularly pleasant thing, however, is how frenetically I seem to jump from one prospect to the next. Yesterday, after turning down a caregiving job for a woman who sounded much like Miss Havisham (recall the creepy, sad old woman in Great Expectations), Fern and I decided to go through with our plan to peddle friendship bracelets about the streets of Portland. Before going to Fabric Depot for supplies, I decided to respond to a landscape maintenance position I found on craigslist, despite having no formal landscaping experience . . . and they emailed back for me to come in for an interview?! By evening I found myself sitting on a pristinely manicured lawn (getting bitten by ants), drawing in lawnmower tracks on a diagram to illustrate the most efficient way to mow a lawn as part of the official application process. What'll I be up to next?
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My nephew told me he is interested in aging, and our culture's relationship to death. That's a David Lean still, isn't it?
Hi, Doug. Sorry it took me so long to respond to your comment. I recently changed my settings and then was slow to check my mail. I believe this is a David Lean still. Know much about him?
As for your nephews interest in the aged in America: You should have him look up work by Susan Sontag's son David Rieff. I recently watched this youtube clip of him lecturing on the very subject: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt6a5z0S8Og
Sarah:
Are you referring to the book about his mother's death: Swimming in a sea of Death?
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