I got my very first check from my very first copyediting gig today. I am thrilled beyond belief.
What's more, the inimitable Mary Jo Matsumoto has profiled me (me!) on her style blog (style blog!), if you can imagine such a thing. She says really nice things, and she made a great montage of some of my flickr images too. I say it's worth a look.
The photo you see here is MJ's self portrait. She's an example of being truly yourself in the world, doing that one thing that only you can do. Ganbatte!
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Congratulations! Your photos look great. I'm greatly amused that you visit the BBC Radio Ulster website. As an NI resident I have to ask: why?
Chris
AKA watch-the-birdie
Well Chris/WTB, since you ask I have to answer..and as a person committed to the truth, I guess I have to tell the truth. So inconvenient.
I could say that I listen to BBC Radio Ulster because there is a particular accent that I love; the simple flow of language that reminds me of a beloved deceased teacher of mine, who was from Northern Ireland.
I could say that I listen for the traditional music programmes, which is also true; or the humour shows, which are quite devilish.
These are all true, but the real reason is that I am in love with Northern Ireland.
Before you roll your eyes, let me say that I'm not the typical misty-eyed American yearning for the ould sod. I have relatives in Cavan and in Galway, and my father is a (repatriated) citizen of the Republic of Ireland. I do not make a fool of myself on St Patrick's Day or decorate my house with leprechauns.
I understand why my ancestors would want to leave the lives they left, and I see that life everywhere is imperfect. I love visiting my relatives in the Republic, but I don't particularly appreciate southern Ireland in an emotional way: something has been lost there in the past ten years, and replaced with out-of-scale construction.
I love Northern Ireland because many people there were extremely kind to me: Zen acquaintances who became friends, and numberless generous people whose names I never learned. I love Northern Ireland because it is a place trapped in time, ready to emerge into something new.
I hate to say it: I feel like I belong there. Or part of me feels it; or part of me belongs. I live in Portland, Oregon, one of the most livable, friendly and vibrant cities in the US, if not the world. I am delighted to wake up every morning.
And yet occasionally I realize my body is in one place and my heart is busily restoring an abandoned farm somewhere in Co. Down.
When that happens, I pretend to myself that this is Belfast, blink hard, and open my eyes onto a world I suddenly love.
There are worse afflictions. I hope you don't regret asking.
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