Klowns in my Koffee

I went to a motivating presentation on job search networking by St. Paul Pioneer Press columnist Amy Lindgren. I've heard her speak before; she's practical, knowledgeable and very funny. Today's presentation was a free one sponsored by the Hennepin County Library, though she does paid career counseling through her company, Prototype Career Service (good people and advice, dull and clunky website).

Since it got above 90 degrees in the house, something dramatic needed to be done. When the going gets tough, the tough go to the beach.

Kim clued me in to the excellent blog of another Porkus alum, Mully410 Critical Blog. Way back when, my one-time cube neighbor gave me a booklet with the US Constitution, the Amendments and the Declaration of Independence to enhance our periodic conversations about the Second Amendment. Mully, I still have the booklet in my living room bookcase.

The log is devoted to critical thinking. I wish back then I had access to his February 6, 2009 post about how to argue with him -- I might have been able to wrestle one of those gun control arguments to a draw instead of being trounced all the time. (Corsair, you may may chortle with glee at some of Mully's posts.) The nature photography is breathtaking. Check out his Yellowstone pictures. And on this topic, Mully's photography will be on display this weekend as part of a unique and worthy fundraising event to benefit an innovative program for the children of inner city Minneapolis:

I walked past a coffee shop that had outdoor tables with umbrellas. Two very pretty young women were sitting at one table. They were dressed for summer with shorts, tank tops, and fashionable sunglasses. They seemed to be engaged in an animated discussion, though one or the other of them would periodically intently scan the parking lot. I thought to myself what a glorious day they must be having to be young and beautiful and sitting outside on a breathtaking summer day apparently waiting for a friend to drive up. As I passed them, I was surprised to hear a snippet of their conversation. "I spy with my little eye ..."