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Since the last time you saw me in Baltimore (around Augusts?) I found a job at the beginning of 2010. Not that it was easy. I worked odd jobs to make loose end from there to here. Do the math, peoples, that abut 6 moths unemployed. I know that's not a record in the lumpy, ass-punched economy, but I feel like I need to shield myself from the forth coming ethical judgments on my hypocrisy.
See I got a job on a mussel farm. Its a good job, the work is fun and my bosses are cool and respectful. But the hitch? That right, taking a job in the meat industry after almost 20 years as a vegetarian causes a few snafus, and here's the best of them.....
On my very first day I was set to work on the hopper. All I had to do was use a little rake push mussels from a basket into the culling machine, a big spinning coils that will sort them by size. As I pushed the mussels through, I saw a starfish. This is the first time I have touch a star fish outside of the Maryland Aquarium.
I peel the little star fish out of the basket, away and away from the machine. Given my proclivities of course I start feeling very good about myself. I cradle the starfish as I walk over to the railing by the water. Feeling like I've started to off set my dark deeds of the day with this one act, I fling the starfish as far as I can, thinking "go little starfish be free!, I'm setting you free!"
Before the Kevin hit the water, yes I named him Kevin names are important, he struck me as a Kevin. Like Kevin Bacon, Costner, Federline, Klein, Sorbo and Spacey he seemed plucky, resilient and just a bit gay. But that's beside the point. Twitter has ruined my attention span. Hey look pudding.....hmmmpudding...........nap*
Before Kevin the starfish hit the water a SEAGULL swooped out of mid air and ate his ass. Whole. I didn't even know that a seagull could eat a starfish, let alone in one gulp. Since then I have seen a seagull eat a mussel the size of of my palm in one swallow. No lie.
As my friend Claire that night explained it to me, form the victims perspective.
'Tori,' she said,'you threw that stafish INTO a seagull'
Since the last time you saw me in Baltimore (around Augusts?) I found a job at the beginning of 2010. Not that it was easy. I worked odd jobs to make loose end from there to here. Do the math, peoples, that abut 6 moths unemployed. I know that's not a record in the lumpy, ass-punched economy, but I feel like I need to shield myself from the forth coming ethical judgments on my hypocrisy.
See I got a job on a mussel farm. Its a good job, the work is fun and my bosses are cool and respectful. But the hitch? That right, taking a job in the meat industry after almost 20 years as a vegetarian causes a few snafus, and here's the best of them.....
On my very first day I was set to work on the hopper. All I had to do was use a little rake push mussels from a basket into the culling machine, a big spinning coils that will sort them by size. As I pushed the mussels through, I saw a starfish. This is the first time I have touch a star fish outside of the Maryland Aquarium.
I peel the little star fish out of the basket, away and away from the machine. Given my proclivities of course I start feeling very good about myself. I cradle the starfish as I walk over to the railing by the water. Feeling like I've started to off set my dark deeds of the day with this one act, I fling the starfish as far as I can, thinking "go little starfish be free!, I'm setting you free!"
Before the Kevin hit the water, yes I named him Kevin names are important, he struck me as a Kevin. Like Kevin Bacon, Costner, Federline, Klein, Sorbo and Spacey he seemed plucky, resilient and just a bit gay. But that's beside the point. Twitter has ruined my attention span. Hey look pudding.....hmmmpudding...........nap*
Before Kevin the starfish hit the water a SEAGULL swooped out of mid air and ate his ass. Whole. I didn't even know that a seagull could eat a starfish, let alone in one gulp. Since then I have seen a seagull eat a mussel the size of of my palm in one swallow. No lie.
As my friend Claire that night explained it to me, form the victims perspective.
'Tori,' she said,'you threw that stafish INTO a seagull'