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Zarathustra
by King Xuejiu. Enjoy more photos! And, while we're here, an entry:
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Networking
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On this cold, cold morning ("feels like 14 degrees") we wait outside until 7:32 for the 7:30 bus. A large woman is shaking the bus driver's hand -- she explains that this is her last day at this job. They likely won't meet again. I can't judge from the driver's face to know how honest is his regret.
Coffee, breakfast, and those elusive "networks" await us at the other end of the busing.
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A success, that! A well-organized of friendly (soliciting) folk doing good work. I sat across from Quorum's treasurer, a self-described "network queen". "I should be your friend, then," I laughed without joking. I must volunteer to work on that auction night he's organizing. A fine way to prove myself, find new contacts, and avoid the depressing internet job hunt.
We're bussing back now, with strains of "Lose My Breath" still ringing in my brain. A young woman's mp3 player was very loud, loud enough to make me listen and remember our Taiwan friend Botchy-David. He loved that song. So many things, now, hold memories, like the creamy centers of so many truffles...
p.s. Thank you neuroticsquirrl!!