frankel lives

known him a long time. call it just shy of twenty years.

i remember quite clearly when i met him; at a week long youth group event.

i went back to my bunk to get something and i saw him slouched in a chair, bags packed. going home early, sick. i told him i was sorry, that we hadn't really met but he seemed cool.

and then we were friends, of the getting into trouble variety. i used to drive out to his place, a few towns over. run amok. try and pick up girls. occasionally succeed.

he called me today and it's almost shocking how unchanged he is.

he left a bad job a bit ago. they mistreated him, denigrated his work. told him he was lucky to be keeping his job. so he found a much better one, got a firm offer, and told his boss he was leaving.

surprise surprise, the boss' story changes; oh no! you can't leave! please please stay!

my friend declines. the new job is much better and comes with a much better boss. his boss pleads with him not to say anything to his cow-orkers. he promises he wont.

so he goes home, gets his girlfriend to write "I QUIT" in sharpie across his ass and photograph it. puts the picture up as his computer desktop at work.

he didn't say anything, though. not a word.

he lives in SF now, so if you're one of my SF friends and you'd like to meet such a fellow, lemme know. i will connect you.

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went to see Das Leben der Anderen (The Lives of Others) today with Dorje. i don't remember the last time i saw a movie that made me want to cry with both sorrow and joy. go see it.

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slow progress on my world-saving news. i'm through gate 1 of 4 so i'll release a corresponding amount of details.

it's a professional blogging job. for a big company for a short term. it could represent a significant step towards my career goals, such as they are. i should find out more by the end of the week.