Power To the Pilaf

Yesterday, I read one of my essays on the tsunami relief efforts on the local college radio station that – depending on whom you believe – either *no one* listens to or *everyone* does. The stage fright was bad but not so bad I yakked in the booth. In fact, except for the part about people thinking I might mean what I say, doing radio sounds like a good idea, maybe. I think this now, from the security of the day job I seem to have been sentenced to but last night, holding my color-coded and numbered pages, I wondered if I were going to kick the bucket. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my sternum. I thought ‘Sweet fancy Moses, don’t let me become a Meatloaf song…’

Yeah. So that went well.

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