January 20, 2005
Well it’s official. We have four more years of Bozo at the helm. I was almost ready for him to say "Freedom is not Fire. I mean Freedom is not Free. I know what Freedom is. Freedom isn’t Fire. I know that."
But he has a point. Freedom is not free. Usually you have to put down first and last month’s rent. This is my personal quest in the next two weeks.
Something rather wonderful did occur yesterday. After a great lunch with my friend Mark, I headed over to the Being Alive offices, and told them my story and that I’d like to write for them again. They were extremely receptive to the idea, noting that my pieces written for them in 1999 provoked more mail than any contributions since. They also have received some funding for a "social marketing program" to address crystal use in the HIV+ community, and will be making some new hires to that end. As you can imagine, I immediately forwarded my resume as well as several pieces from the blog that might be appropriate for their upcoming March issue.
Then I signed up with a service that issues weekly apartment listings and matches for roommates. The latter is a longshot, as I would rather have my own place, but it only costs $15 more for that and you never know. I personally would find it a little nerve-wracking for a potential new roommate to announce that he’s on parole, and I cannot at the same time imagine not being upfront about that. Little can they know that it is precisely this detail that would guarantee the most angelic behavior desired.
I’m off the hunt for a roof over my head. Much calmer today, thanks partially to pages 86-88 of the Big Book. A great way to start the day.
MCO 2005
P.S. I also might be doing a spot at a coffeehouse event called "Word-a-rama" If anyone has a favorite blog entry, or poem, please let me know your vote. I am at a loss as to what to choose.
