I'm opposed to physical violence. That's why I learned to write.

Yesterday was a Pulp Fiction kind of day -- metaphorically, of course.

Ezekiel 25:17

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

Well, it isn't like I've never been brushed off before. It comes with the territory.

I'll find another way to get it done, and it will make me a better person. Some of the advice proffered me yesterday may even prove to be useful, but I won't be thanking the institution for it, because the institution left me to dangle for months, and it would be dishonest of me to pretend that it feels good being left to writhe on a hook like a recently snared fish gasping ... well, you get the picture, don't you?

But to knowingly mix my metaphors, I know there's a better institution out there, one that really wants me. The trick is finding it, because when the day is done, I actually live what I do. In point of fact, I feel sorry for bean counters as a class, because it turns out that Teddy Roosevelt was right, and they'll never truly get it.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

Okay, so who wants to work with a growing, local, independent food, drink and brewery business? I'm open for chats, and this time, can it be with someone who actually drinks beer?