The Fall's Gonna Kill Ya

My life has taken an unforeseen turn towards the bizarre in the last couple of days. I have gotten the home phone number of a major social organization and I mean major (I don't want to say who it is here where all the world can see). I have a meeting with what amounts to the Tibetan ambassador to Northern Europe (titles are different since there is technically no Tibetan state), I am getting emails from around the world from fairly influential people Senators, ambassadors, lecturers. I am not saying this to brag or boost my stature, but more because I am confused. Six months ago when I left I was just a punk kid from the Midwest, unemployed and undirected. Now I am swimming in the biggest pond there is and I am a tiny, tiny fish. It feels good. It's my shot at the big leagues and I am fortunate to be getting it at such a young age. This is where it's happening and I want to prove myself worthy of playing at this level. (Can I mix a metaphor or what?)

Boy I've got vision and the rest of the world wears bifocals

-Butch, "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid"-

On a completely different note I watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid last night and I have to ask: Where has this movie been all my life? What a great great film! So well written and acted. It's just so great!


Sundance: Well, I think I'll get saddled up and go looking for a woman.
Butch: Good hunting.
Sundance: Shouldn't take more than a couple of days. I'm not picky. As long as she's smart, pretty, and sweet, and gentle, and tender, and refined, and lovely, and carefree

-"Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid"-