Dear family, friends, and various well-wishers of all kinds.
Still in limbo. Wish you were here, but that's a selfish wish, really, because you'd probably be bored out of your mind in no time flat. It's depressing. Especially when it rains, which is often.
Phone interviewing my brains out. This job says, your degree is no good here, go back to the copy machine, loser. This one says, even though we're paying more money than you've ever made in your life and you speak articulately and passionately about exactly what we do, we think you might have too much experience. This one says, hey! you're great! we can only pay you in bushels of apples, but no dental insurance if you break your tooth on one, is that OK?
Seeing lots of sights. Heard that kooky Alaska governor give the same speech twice in one day: prom hair just as pretty in person. Film festival, high school play, cat paintings, live bald eagle demonstrations. Not a fan of the last, due to crippling fear of birds. Also, rumor has it there are some lakes here, but we're frequently driven inside by off the charts pollen counts. Stupid city-tuned nasal passages.
Feeling homesick. All my postage stamps got wet from all the rain, and now the sticky stuff is gone and I have to glue them to the envelopes. Oh, wait, no, sorry, I was thinking of Girl Scout camp. Oh, well. Out of space now.
Write back soon.
Love, Laura
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