let's get fired up! (we are fired up)

please please please read this article:

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2007/03/26/070326fa_fact_packer

And if you are around on Sunday night at 7pm EST, please turn on 60 Minutes and check out the segment on The List Project: http://www.thelistproject.org/

I've become involved in The List Project through one of my best friend's from childhood, Julie.

Her husband, Rajiv Chandrasekaran: http://www.rajivc.com/ is an editor for the Washington Post and was in the Green Zone reporting when the war broke out. He's the author of Imperial Life in the Emerald City, which is currently being made into a movie called "Green Zone" directed by Paul Greengrass, staring Matt Damon and Amy Ryan. The book is so good and it tells a lot of truths that will make you very angry. The movie will probably be nothing like the book but he got to meet Matt Damon.

The article in the New Yorker that I'm linking to above will make you angry too but please you guys, just push past it and read it anyways because you really need to know, if you don't already, what is going on with these Iraqi people who have been trying to help the US and are now running for their lives.

It's ok to be angry. I am very, very angry. I'm angry that I protested this war and was ignored. I'm ashamed that I was too powerless to stop it from happening. I'm ashamed that I was too powerless to stop a man as horrible as George Bush from being elected President of my country TWICE, that his actions have lead to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, that a country already in great peril has been annihilated.

I have felt absolutely helpless and paralyzed and I had really started turning away from any news about the Iraqi war about the Iraqi people because I started to feel like, "Well what is the point in watching? I can't do anything about it."

Until now.

The List Project is giving all people who truly care about the Iraqi people a chance to finally do something to help them.

These are educated, intelligent, hard working, brave men and women who have risked their lives to help the US by interpreting for them and driving them around Iraq and now the US has abandoned them. Not only has the US abandoned them but their own countrymen have branded them traitors and are basically trying to murder them.

What would you do if you came home and your family dog's head was sitting on your front doorstep with a note that said, "You and your loved ones are next."? And what if you knew the note was telling the truth because friends of yours who had received similar threats had already been beheaded. What would you do?

You would leave. Even if you had a college degree and a career and a house and a wife and children and a mother and father and cousins and aunts and uncles and it was the only place you've ever known, a place you loved. You would leave to save your own life and to save your family. What if you couldn't leave?

It is within the power of the United States to bring these people to safety but they are reluctant to do it because allowing Iraqi's to flee Iraq would be admitting that the war was a failure.

We have to try and get these people to safety. Even if you can not afford to donate money, just knowing this story will help the situation. The more this situation sees the light of day, the more it becomes public knowledge, the less the Bush Administration can do to squash it.

Please go to the website, read the New Yorker Article, watch the 60 minutes episode. Learn about it and talk about it and spread the word. If you don't have money to give then maybe you know someone who does?

We can't open our hearts to every problem in the world. There is too much suffering. We would explode. We can't open our pocketbooks to every problem in the world either or we would become poor ourselves. You have to just go with your gut I think and decide which ones are meant for you. I feel in some way that I was meant to be a part of this.

If you're starting to get this feeling too, then by all means, please join me.

la Ketch

Confidential to "Dan"

Dan! I'm sorry I never respond to your comments. You're so nice to comment on my posts all the time. I have no idea how you even found my blog to begin with. How nice of you to read it.

As far as your request to tell some acid trip stories, I've thought about that! But I mean it's certain death right? Any time you start a story with, "this one time when I was high on acid..." people's eyes glaze over and they run for the hills.

I do have a few great acid stories but I don't know if I can find a way to tell one in a way that is entertaining and not just totally cliche. I'll think on it and get back to you. Thanks though! I've certainly never had anyone actually ask me to tell them an acid story before. It's refreshing.

It does make sense that I would fill you in on that time after high school when I actually did take a bunch of acid. I was labled the "Acid Queen" when I so wasn't but later I definitely lived up to the name. It's a wonder I have a brain cell left to call my own.

Job request - adendum

In keeping in my tradition of putting things out there that I really want by putting them on my blog in a very specific way, I would like to make a change to my previous job wish by adding one detail that is very important. I would like a job working for a finance company that works with equities, aka the stock market because they work 6am-3pm and that would allow me to avoid traffic and also be home in time to spend some QT with little D before he goes to bed.

According to my recent research most of the finance companies have offices on the West Side, which makes sense because these rich dudes running them want to be close to where they live in Santa Monica, Brentwood, Malibu, etc. But for us little people who want to buy a little bungalow in Glendale, the Westside could be 2 hours away during rush hour or 20 minutes away at 5am.

I know a lot of you might be thinking, "getting up that early would be so horrible!" perhaps but it if it lets me have a house and time with my family then FUCK YES, sign me up. I can get used to anything.

So God? Universe? Please????

Really Amazon?

So I my last two purchases on Amazon.com were a Webber BBQ Grill and a color printer for Dup's Macbook and Amazon is telling me that they have a some recommended reading for me...

Was it the Barbeque or the printer that led them to this assumption or would the combination of those two items lead them to think that I would benefit from the pearls of wisdom that lie between the pages of this book?

I bought it of course.

Once again it's limbo time. Akimbo in limbo. It's what life is all about, being able to navigate this space. The space in between the action. I'm good at action. Waiting, not so much. You can search back through this blog and find many similar entries such as this. This time reminds me of how I felt before the MAJOR events in my life, getting married, having Davey. THE BIG MOVE TO LA. So close and yet... 10 weeks away. Oh it will be here before I know it. I know that, I know that but it's not here yet is it? It's not here NOW. To live in the now, now, now. It's hard.

Still, I'm in great spirits. I'm energized but the momentum of it. I have so much hope and optimism surrounding it. I feel happy.

It's just that right this very second everything is done and it's too early to do what's left to do. I've started applying for jobs but it's too soon. People looking for secretaries want them now, not in 12 weeks. So I'll have to wait and meet with the people who will need a secretary 12 weeks from now. They don't even know they need me yet. They think their secretary will be sticking around. Little do they know he/she is pregnant and hasn't told them yet or maybe he/she doesn't even know yet. Maybe they are going to finally going to land a feature film and they'll be off like a thrift store prom dress and I'll be in like the best executive assistant in the entire universe.

I was looking through craigslist and I found this:

Private Equity Firm Needs Executive Assistant – $80K + Bonus
Reply to: job-651140109@craigslist.orgDate: 2008-04-21, 5:04PM PDTPhenomenal opportunity for a skilled professional to work as the Executive Assistant to the Finance team. If you pride yourself on your project management skills and excellent ability to work with numbers, you will love this opportunity to excel while doing what you do best! Bring your impeccable multitasking abilities to this role and become an integral member of this brilliant, performance-driven staff. Exceed expectations as you seamlessly manage a busy meeting calendar, process expense reports, update contact databases, and coordinate various projects and deadlines to keep these busy professionals on track. This role requires an excellent work ethic and the ability to produce consistent high-quality results. We’re looking for someone with a solid work history and at least 3-4 years of experience in an administrative role, preferably supporting multiple people. MUST have a general understanding of finance/numbers, and some experience working with pivot tables. Previous experience in the financial or private equity industries would be a huge plus. High proficiency in MS Office applications is required. College degree preferred. If you are seeking an opportunity to advance your career with an industry leader, you will love this opportunity to work with a top Los Angeles firm. Excellent benefits, an annual bonus, and a fantastic work environment! Please submit resumes in Word format.

HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT YES. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. ME ME ME!!!!!

Ok, so I sent my resume but It's a job through and agency that I've already made an appointment to intreview with. It's too early for this job. They need someone right away for this one but they are telling me that they should have more jobs like this one when I get out there. Well I really, really hope that's true people!

So, I'm taking this time, this moment in limbo to put this out there:

Please dear Universe, dear God. Please let me get a job exactly like that. I'm perfect for it. It's my destiny. Please let me have it. Please, please, please. I'll be good. I promise. Please.

love,
LA la Ketch