Friday, July 14, 2006

Running Out For Dinner On Main Street

Another month has been and gone and I am feeling more entrenched here in the Big Smoke. Work perplexes me and I wonder if I will ever be able to undertake any form of work borne of colonialism without cringing. I think "poverty pimps" is the term the kids are using these days...a fellow consultant calls us "shadow servants." All very CIA which is quite topical considering the news these days...

So, I will continue on and keep you posted (no pun intended) while enjoying and pondering my illustrious co-blogger's original poetry and quoted poetry - it seems we are both turning a corner and exploring wider are we all.