· Naughties
· · 2007
· · · March
· · · · 13 (2 entries)

Twenty-First Century Recruiting · Google is hir­ing. And there was a Tues­day in last week. Mind you, everybody’s hir­ing. But jeep­er­s, I got a friend­ly email yes­ter­day to my @sun.­com ad­dress from a Google re­cruiter, sub­ject “Exciting Job Op­por­tu­ni­ty with Google!” say­ing “saw your blog, we sure are a great place to work, want to talk?”. Now, it’s re­al­ly easy to dig up my pri­vate non-Sun ad­dress. Not to men­tion my phone num­ber. Am I old-fashioned, or does this seem a lit­tle des­per­ate? I as­sume that more or less ev­ery­body in the biz who’s got a blog or is oth­er­wise pub­licly vis­i­ble will be get­ting email @work from the big G. Any­how, I wrote back say­ing “Thanks, but en­joy­ing my job just now.” and she wrote back say­ing OK and “Feel free to pass along my con­tact in­for­ma­tion to any friends or col­leagues who you think might be in­ter­est­ed in ex­plor­ing op­por­tu­ni­ties with Google.” I’ll get right on it. What’s nex­t; sandwich-men in high-tech park­ing lot­s?
Shellflower I · At­ten­tive read­ers will re­mem­ber that in Jan­uary of this year, the fam­i­ly and I spent some time in Gipp­s­land, Aus­trali­a, in par­tic­u­lar on the beach at Cape Con­ran park. On the big beach there where they sur­f, you can find re­mark­able sea-shells. The pro­cess by which the waves slow­ly turn them to white sand is trans­par­ent here, as you can pick up all sorts of shells once cone-shaped which are erod­ing away, re­veal­ing in the pro­cess un­sus­pect­ed beau­ty of in­ter­nal struc­ture. They look like flow­er­s. I brought a bunch home and I’m try­ing to pho­to­graph them ...
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