More internal ponderings/rambles...

Spent most of the day playing with contractual language, figuring out what language to insert, what not to, how best to advise the attorneys involved, and at the same time not piss off the vendor. The majority of my life has been spent being able to see other's points of view, even if they veer sharply from my own. Actually especially if they veer sharply from my own.

While working away at my desk, head-phones on to concentrate (I tend to listen to Mozart or classical while doing contracts, I'd listen to Lobi Traore, a Brazillian Jazz musician, but cjlasky still has my tape.), one of my co-workers returned from watching the Veteran's Day Parade on 5th Avenue. She paused on her way past my cubicle to comment: "They are just babies." I lowered my head-phones. "Babies?" I asked. "The soliders marching, they are just kids. So young. I didn't cheer. I just stood. Feeling very sad." "Did Anyone cheer?" I asked. "A few. Not many. People just watched them pass by, somber." ( Read more... )