Stop bragging

So I'm getting flown to New York tomorrow for a job interview. A car is picking me up at the airport with my name on a card. The company is buying lunch. After the interview, I plan to drink until the last shuttle flight to Boston. The end. I'm going to limit details to general showoffiness, in case this blog is found by my lunch-buyers. Of course, if the interview goes disastrously, I'll tell you every aspect of the train-wreck.

New topic. Wanna read fresh blogs? We have two new friends on the scene, proving once and for all that blogging isn't dead- it's wheezing feebly in Hospice!

1) Conversations about one thing, a clever and deceptively simple writing experiment by the mysterious E.

2) 9 Feet Tall, the self-love and self-loathing of my old chum Mike, a well-travelled tart with a talent for talking trash (he just sent me an email that would make a trucker blush.)