Honeysickle Vines 'Round The Trailer Park Heart

Talked, or rather listened, to a kid on the train today. Kids are not happy with the year as a unit of measurement. As we get older we learn to accept that cruel indicator of Time's march forward. But a child wants time broken into smaller units. Kids are always ten...and a half.

"I'm ten and a half. Not really ten anymore. Not quite 11. Just in the middle. Ten and a half. In two months I'll be ten and three quarters."

Some will even break it down further:

"I'm ten years, six months, three hours, seven minutes and thrity-two seconds."

I found myself in St. Patrick's Cathedral this afternoon, lighting a prayer candle for a friend's mother. I am not one who prays very often. I am not a religious man. But those catholic reflexes kicked in. When I was in the hospital 11 years ago, I know that many people prayed for me, and I feel that it helped me recover quicker. There have been studies on the positive effects of prayer on sick patients. And I felt I needed to be in a place of worship to really make my prayers count. It helped me concentrate, even with all the tourists wandering around.

Finally found the American wing at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I usually get sucked into the Impressionists section or wander over to the Modern Art section, but today I explored the other side of the museum.

I am, once again, crafting a new resume. I really have trouble with these damn things. I just don't see the point. I have never, in my entire life, gotten a job from my resume. I've sent resumes out, to no avail. I got an interview once from sending my resume out. And that was with Fox News. I didn't get the job. The only jobs I tend to get are the ones that don't require a resume. As a result, I am at a comlete loss as to how to craft a resume. I've done so in the past, but whenever I show it to someone they tell me what's wrong with it, then I fix it and show it to somebody else, and they tell me it's still all wrong, and so I do it again and show it to someone else and they tell me it's the worst resume they've ever seen and I try to fix it again, but at that point I usually get a retail job where I just have to fill out an application. So really, what is the point of a resume?! And is there anyone who will make one for me? I don't want anybody's input. I want someone to sit down and listen to me tell them about all the jobs I've had and create a resume for me. Cuz I'm tired of rewriting this damn thing! And I still don't see the point. It's all who you know. Can't I just befriend people and have them offer me jobs? That's been a successful approach in the past.

I really want to re-read V for Vendetta before the movie comes out. But I don't have it. And I don't have the money to be blowing on comic books right now. Damn.