thanks to Gregg Easterbrook, ESPN.com’s Tuesday Morning Quarterback and Brookings Scholar, I’ve grown fond of haikus again.
the other day, I was taking a cigarette break and got 17-syllabically poetic about my job as a database manager for a job-search outreach in Alabama’s Black Belt (one of the poorest parts of the nation).
Mountains of data:
Sob stories, by the bootstraps,
Every file a life.
Not too much in retrospect, but it seemed poignant to me at the time.
Also, a bit about the event most dominating my dark thoughts today
Marlins in seven.
Cubs’ dreams dashed the night before
Bad times for Bartman.
Dress two Series in gauche Teal.
There is no justice.