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Well, I know this site looks like shit and, actually no – I like pictures and images and whatnot. I just do all my posting at work, and I would have to get permission from the IT guys to download whatever I need to start posting pictures here. And I wont do that, for various reasons.
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Various ones.
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I would put a picture of me flicking off the camera, big bearded and intoxicated, in my too tight SoDa t-shirt in the White Front Bar in Philipsburg, MT, my current home. I would put a picture taken from the summit of this hike I take a couple a time a month. I would put a picture of Teddy, the dead horse, before death and after. As I write this, incidentally, a grizzly bear is eating on Teddy’s corpse. If I had a digital, I'd go get an image of that bear so you could see it, but I don't know . . .Then there would be daily picture type stuff.
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Yeah, I kind of drifted into a position at work where I can do stuff other than work while at work.
Q.I don’t have a title. I work in four different departments, in various advisory roles, and have some interns who do my work for me.
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In August.
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It’s time to go. All jobs run their course, I guess. I could stay, but that would be sort of self-defeating, given the time and money I've spent becoming qualified to embark on a new adventure.
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Well, ok, adventure, no - new spasmodic immersion into a different social milieu, yes.
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No, I started this on Friday, and now it is Monday, the 4th, the day of (In)dependence. (Yes, that bracketing in parentheses is indication that English was my field of study.
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I am well.
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I would like to give shoutouts to sunsets, laidback rainshowers, and humor.