Apr 20, 2006 22:04
Soo...
I wonder if it is still possible for me to become an international bad-ass.
You know, not just a romance novelist.
Someone who can slice apart imprecision, tear apart statutes, and put all the words and numbers together for the greater utility of all. Someone to whom the Economist would devote a paragraph description.
But international bad-assness requires blood, sweat, tears, and lots of malaria vaccinations.
Whereas the models are so nice: online Risk and political cartoons. Life in the united nations barrios of los angeles.