Olly olly oxen free

The market's tough on an aspiring young professional like myself. Long hours. Pressure to talk a big game when you know it's just talk. You can get cut from a hiring pool for next to nothing. Some people have an 'in' and once they get it, it's like "olly olly oxen free!" they

just let themselves go. Maybe it's jealousy or maybe I'm right when I tell myself I'd do better. I any case, a recent conversation made me think of this.

Leoni: "I cannot understand what is happening with Chelsea Clinton's teeth. How is it possible that they look so atrocious and her family has so much money?"

Me: "I know it's like get them fixed or move to England."

Silly salad eaters

I find it astounding that in a city that is supposedly full of some of the most highly educated people in the world, it is quite common for people to pay $4 ($3.86 + 10% DC luxury tax) for a 14 0z. container of iceberg lettuce with a single slice of cucumber, carrot, and a radish with ranch dressing.

Carl Warner

What exactly do these individuals expect to gain by ingesting such "food products?" My guess is that they think it's healthy. Sadly, they've gained neither nutrition their body needs, nor the benefit of lowering their caloric intake.

Conclusion: education does not equal intelligence. I base this on salad pricing.

You know, the little 'a' with a circle around it

Being a young professional can be quite trying at times. For one thing, a large portion of my time is spent performing tasks that could easily be done much more efficiently with simple machinery, like an answering machine (although it lacks a certian charm which I believe myself to posess on occasion). Recently, while executing the most crucial of charges, answering the phone, I encountered a gentleman who was having some trouble.

"I've recently become a client of your firm," He said," and I'm trying to send you some information in an email, but it keeps bouncing back."

"All right sir, what email address are you sending it to?" I ask.

"www.joeslawfirm.com"[name changed for privacy].

[This is the part where I had to go to great lengths to keep my professionalism intact.] "Sir, I am very glad you asked my help because think I can help you solve your problem. What you have actually been trying to send your information to is a website, not an email address. An email address does look quite similar to a website except that it will say 'person@joeslawfirm.com', you know, their user ID and then the little 'a' with a circle around it. So just try adding that first part and call me back if you are still having trouble."

"Oh, yeah, I... that's what I was going to say. I've seen those little ones like that before. I know about the circle, so that was going to be my next try."

The best part of the story is that this man was in his early 30s. I have no idea how that is possible, but yes, it is a very true story.

The note writer

In junior high I was not the most popular. However, I had a few redeeming qualities. One was note writing. Everyone knows that in grade school and junior high it is cool and exciting to pass and get notes from your friends at all times, for all reasons.

Note writing has become something of a lost art as we've grown older. I was good at it. People who didn't even like me told me so, and that's a big deal in junior high. I wasn't good at sports, I was easily one of the most unfortunate looking, but I could write a two pager complete with artwork that everyone in the class loved and would pass around for days.

I have many reasons for making this attempt at sharing my thoughts on the world wide web, but as I go on, I think the old days of sixth grade philosophy, priceless scribble drawn cartoon commentary on the events of the day and my mystical ability to call something what it was in a way that could make my sworn enemies cackle will inspire the vision for this blog. I have no theme, or if I do, it is yet to be discovered.