Be careful what you apply for. . .

So I applied for some job in Portland in January and the employer called for a phone interview. After the interview I didn't hear anything from them for three weeks so I figured the soft "r's" I used to cover up my southern accent had backfired. But NO, they called last week and requested a video conference interview. This is a picture of a university conference room in Portland from a corporate conference room in Greensboro. I think the interview went well but talking to a room full of people drinking their morning coffee after I've finished lunch is a little strange. . .and to be completely honest I feel a little queasy about the entire ordeal.
- E.K.

bridges from the future

Well, this blog is dangerously teetering on the edge of becoming a place for Sarah and I to talk to ourselves. Good thing that's one of my specialties! I'm in Cincinatti for a work thing. I've always liked it here, it's almost as if an improbable force threw a New England town from the East Coast and it landed in the Ohio plains. The prodominant effect is homey and tattered around the edges, ramshakle yet refined. Anyway, the highlite of this trip is that it's getting me the out of Greensboro for a bit. . . and the bridges, I love cities with rivers - they are instant entertainment for me. Where will I walk? I'll walk to the river. Where will I go to be alone without feeling compeled to catch up on cable television in my hotel? Those crazy old staircases that frame the banks of the Ohio river, you drove right by them on your way into town. I'm so ready to live in Portland again. Rivers, rivers, rivers. CAN'T. WAIT.
--Emily--