heat math

for those of you who are curious, 43 degrees centigrade is equivalent to 109 degrees fahrenheit.

it was 43 degrees here yesterday.

and i spent the day running in between interviews downtown in a suit.

it sucked.

and i when i say, 'sucked' picture wearing one of those astronaut suit jobbies that's filled with minestrone soup.

mmm... mmm... not so good.

soup is good food. soup is not good attire.

i came home, immediately stripped nekkid and jumped in the shower turned to icy blast. didn't stay in, though. we're having a drought here. a nasty one. the kind of drought where people would spit at you if they a) saw you washing your car and b) could spare any saliva.

hot. that's what it is here. in australia.

i went to three interviews and got a call scheduling a fourth. so far that's resulted in at least two jobs, one already complete. i rewrote some marketing copy for a planned resort in the spa country around here. they seemed pleased. want to talk to me about more work.

the other two interviews were to rewrite the web copy for an oil drilling company. see? i'm saving the world one web page at a time! everyone loves oil drilling!

well, fuck. at least they're aren't PRINTING my writing out. that would kill trees. and at least it's australian oil. not iraqi or central asian what have you.

yeah. i'll be pickier when i can afford to be.

so it looks like i'm going to be a freelance writer once again. lonely planet hasn't called me for an interview, but maybe they're just slow.

yawn.