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EmploymentI have been pondering a lot of things lately, as there are so many things to ponder. Fiber mills for instance. I find that it only makes sense that they have slowly become a thing of the past, and I suspect that we as a society will continue to evolve out of the use of fiber mills need to produce paper. If you take a look at the direction of recycling and the rate of which it is growing, would we need to continue to produce “fresh” paper from trees? We have consumed so many things in the need to write it down that we have a seemingly endless stock pile of paper to be recycled. But what do I know about that business. Thought it did lead me to look in the direction of employment in general. Lay offs have been prolific as of late and it only seem to multiple daily. Are some of the jobs disappearing or are they truly becoming extinct? In the profession of television journalism, the movement is toward multitasking. The more you can do in a newsroom, or better wording may be the more you are willing to do in a newsroom the more “valuable” you are. Gone are the days of “that’s not in my job description”. If you choose to use that language, rest assured your days will be numbered. I suspect many other industries have the same approach. The point, are people so locked into what they know and their unwillingness to head the warning signs… that they work them selves right out of a job? I mean America’s big three auto makers have declined for years to produce more fuel efficient cars and now they are begging for yet another bail out from the United States Government so they can carry on with business as usual. Meanwhile, proud American’s are buying up foreign cars that are more fuel efficient and provide services that costumer’s desire. The buying trends of the American consumer should have been enough; after all… the costumer is always right. It appears that if you live in America you have to give your money to the big three whether you drive their vehicles or not. Hestia & Pallas Athene Over ComethLately, I feel like I've been blessed with the gifts of Hestia and Pallas Athene. I took up knitting a couple of months ago and have been dubbed a prodigy. I've knitted three scarfs and am on the verge of completing a fourth. From the ease of the scarf to the victory of the feet, I have have taken up socks. Knitting in the round is just awkward, do-able in the sense that you are taming an octopus. I've almost completed my first sock and am bound and determined to not develop second sock syndrome. This happens when one only knits one sock and does not knit the mate.
As for the Goddess of Hearth and Home, I've been cooking and baking up a storm lately. Last night I tried a new recipe for Banana Bread. I know most of it is in the ingredients, but I have never tasted any banana bread so divine. Smear a little peanut butter on it and it's toe curling good. I've also been into stews from all over the world, from scratch chicken nuggets, and tonight I'll venture into the world of spaghetti pie. I must admit to an indulgance feeling with regards to this change in domestication, the feeling of comfort and soul nourishment transcending the problems of the past. The only thing that could possible push this in to ecstasy would be a family to share my domestic tranquility with. Summer SolsticeI tried to put this in a few days ago, the system was down...
"The Solstice reminds us that all things reach their fulfillment, and then change, but what seems like decline may really be a deepening, a shift into another dimension, from the waking world into dream... Old structures must sometimes give way for new things to grow. We let go, and open up new spaces. We send our hopes and prayers into the Dream, to gestate new visions and possibilities." ~Starhawk I was reading this article in my Wo'moon calendar about the Summer Soltice. To say it resinated with my is an understatement. With all the internal transubstantiation, the capricious condition my coworkers and I find ourselves in at work... I dare say that the nightmarish remnates of the old giving way to the new vision of the Dream gives me hope. Municipal claustrophobiaSlumber beckoning in my eyes
Early morning commuters walking, driving
Voices from the metro surround me, involuntary
The aurora of the blue grey light of dawn
Dealing with the daily O.P.P.'s
Waiting to heed the call
What's it all for
I miss the sweet smell of rain when it first hits the dust
Stars off the front porch
The blue grey light of the Full moon
Slumber sludges through my body
Municipal claustrophobia
Put me out to pastor, purple majesty
Grazing on the sound of the breeze playing with the trees
The sludge dissipates into the blue grey bliss
Machination Monday A good friend of mine says, "If you get angery with the person working the Taco Bell drive thru window because they didn't give you hot sauce, you have bigger problems." Today, I'm working the window and whether people have thier hot sauce or not... well, I'm just glad I'm not a permanet part of these peoples lives. I actually work the assignment desk for a Denver television station and part of my job is awnsering the phone.
During our four hour morning show, we run a graphic with the temprature for the towns around Colorado. Generally speaking, each town is up for a few seconds before moving on to the next. This morning the computer locked up and the graphic frooze on Lafeyette 47 degrees for roughly ten minutes. The newsroom phone rings and I pick it up, "News 2, this is Adele." The venemous voice on the other end shreeked, "Don't you guys know how to do you job? The temperature has been stuck on Lafeyette for ten minutes now. Are you idiots?"
I responded, "Well ma'm, sometimes the computer locks up. I'll have someone fix it."
"You'd better or we'll never watch your station again. You guys are idiots."
With all the sun shine and lolly pops I could muster, "Thanks for calling and letting us know. We'll fix it right away. Have a good day."
As I pulled the phone away from my ear... not wanting to continue with the tragedy the women was intent on having, I could hear her continuing on with the poisionous anger from her mouth... what she said, I don't know and don't care. I let the senior producer know and the graphic was back to normal in seconds.
Another caller, wrapped in the barbed wire of government conspiracy... "News 2, this is Adele."
"Yeah, you guys did a story this morning on the D.C. madame. You all are just mouth pieces for the CIA. Everyone on the internet knows that she was murdered and that the media is assisting the CIA with covering it up. She didn't commit suicide, she said days before hand that she wanted to live and was afraid for her life. You need to do your job and investigate this and not just say what the government tells you to say.", or so the parenoid rant said. Oh, I hate these calls... it's like getting in a cage with a rabid Grizzly bear. No matter what you say or do, your going down. So I looked the chicken as my totem in this moment. "Sir, you'll need to talk with one of our producers.", and transfered him to my Executive Producer. I will give the guy a smidgen of credit, there has been a number of bloggers arguing the suicide vs. murder angle of Madame Palfrey... CNN even did a break down of the evidence in relationship to the argument.
Ironically, the third caller was someone who had just lost a friend... a marine in Iraq. He called to clarify a story that one of our anchors just read, a story one of our producers wrote that said the marines family was from Boulder, when in fact they are from Monta Vista. I thanked him for the clarification and told him we would have it fixed. He was grateful and hung up knowing he got his message across.
The moral to my rant, if your day is ruined because the local news station's computer locked up or they are just reporting a story on the wires... you have bigger issues.
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