Jan 2000
Dear PMrs,
Midnight at the internet cafe. Bright orange walls, grey metal bar, and PCs littered about a `lounge ´of decrepit couches. Candle light and a bunch of world-time clocks for a flourish (not even the local one shows the correct time). I was here for the big countdown as NZ went over the magic hour, in internet chatrooms full of Kiwis and curious or paranoid others.
It was such a letdown, I decided I had to create a little chaos and drama of my own by threatening to resign my teaching job, including a suggested relocation of my contract if necessary. My boss was so impressed he gave me a 20% raise, a bonus, and doubled my workload. Hmmm...now I´ll be able to afford to complete some projects, except I´ll hardly have time. Oh well, that´s the way the brötchen crumbles isn´t it!
Quite honestly, I´ve currently got more invitations to exhibit than I can handle! So, plenty to do, and I´m surviving...even the weather has given us a break (so far, but it will change!) Life is ok eleven days into the 21st century.
Someone said, "If you ´re not living on the edge, you´re taking up too much room!"
Dean