March 1, 2011
The days, which are (finally) definitely getting longer in terms of sunlight, are seeming quite short inside at the office. Thereís the last minute scramble of stuff for a week in Nashville, not to mention the regular stuff that has to happen, more proposals to get out the door, papers to write, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff. It never ends. Even though it is something of a career, not just a job, I still find myself questioning the whole thing: I cannot bear to think of the fact that Iím now part of the whole military-industrial complex, but I am.