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Serindipity: The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident. Lately so many wierd little things have been happening that I am having a hard time believeing it's all coincidence. Take last week. I went out on an interview for a story I am working on for the largest paper in the state, *yay* and while I interviewed an interesting man about this business, which happens to be a drive through coffee shop that the community took over after it's old owner was arrested for selling pseudoephedrine to meth labs from it. Anyway, I asked him who else might I talk to for more info, and he gave me the name of a man who I recognized instantly...the CEO of the company that I desperatly want to work for. I'm talking career here. Dream job. He volunteers for this shit too! Just the week before I'd applied online for that job, and now I have this awesome opportunity to talk to the CEO-- with a legitimate reason!! Then, I am dying to do this documentary. I got that job at the bak...

On Sunday, photographers came out to shoot photos of us hooping for the Portland Monthly magazine's Best Of issue. I should be more excited. Fame! More fame! But what was going to be a fun-filled silly afternoon quickly turned into a promo piece for the local wannabe "high profile" hoopers here. I felt like I was in high school, vying to get in with the cool kids. It totally sucked the fun out of the whole day. There we were, maybe 40 or 50 of us dressed in bright colors as we'd been instructed. The photographers asked us to get in a huge wide line stretching out in front of him. He climbed up on a ladder, and the idea was to see hoopers stretching on for miles. When the ring leader, or hoop leader, saw this, she of course ran to the front and called her closest friends each by name, to join her. Sure, maybe I am a little jealous. But I got out of the photo to watch for a while (the shoot took a long time) and was bummed by a fun sport turned into yet another example ...

So I am starting to think that virginal skin is becoming a thing of the past! Up here there's only two kinds of people: Tattooed people and not tattooed people, and I think I am in the minority! Maybe it is the weather, but for some reason snake skin is in, and most young people have at least a few visible tats. In my neighborhood, complete sleeves are the norm, but chests, necks and legs are common spots too. My friend Kim recently made the huge decision to get her back done, as a graduation present to herself. I got to go along with her in the process, which was kinda cool. It's almost like attending a friend's wedding, it's only gonna happen once, and it's going to last forever. She chose artist James Kern of Portland, and flew up here to get it done a couple of weeks ago.

So, not much more on the job hunt. It's amazing what lack of money can do for self worth, etc. etc., not to mention how much harder it makes the actual hunt and what a pain in the ass everything is these days. For instance, today I woke up early to go put in my resume at this awesome job I found on the Internet. I applied online, but since it's located in Portland and I am in Portland, I decided to swing by and see if I could get some actual human interaction. Since I don't have a printer, I usually go to the library to make print outs of my cover letters and print from the Internet. It's a drive, and there is usually a wait for computers. Today, I got there at 9:45, and they don't open till 10. So while I was waiting among the throes of moms in strollers for read aloud hour I see a newspaper stand, and remember that I need to get one to prepare for my freelance work. This makes me realize I am out of cash, and have to find and ATM in order to buy a newspaper and pa...