half a mill

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Name: Lord Malinov
driven by curiousity and an intense need for understanding, I strive to learn and express in every step of the marvelous journey that life is providing

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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The figure strikes a resonant chord. I am not a materialistic person by any means, but five hundred thousand american dollars annually is not money. It is a fortune.

If we were talking about a corporate job - if TI offered me such a salary, I would already be working there, collecting my sweet salary while we determined what to try next. This is an opportunity to move into an existing structure and use those resources to enrich us all. Particularly me. The money only comes if I can pull it off.

Most intriguing, however, is that I can easily visualize how to accomplish such a sum, rather easily. Doing things I do well or believe I can do well and using associates to do the things I would rather not. If I can do it so simply, it should be done. What fun.

Qualcomm has assigned me a staffing specialist to help me through their interview process. This is a sophisticated bureaucracy. I remain curious, eager to find out more.

I'm still waiting to hear from Finland. Probably too much Vodka. Not enough sleep. I have to admit, however, that talking about the 500000 has made 135000 sound rather unfortunate. It would require more travel, but I could buy a lot of travel for 365000, and I can always push my practice internationally if I need a reason to junket. DC will remain my second home, no matter how this plays.

I asked to meet with the associates. I want to see if these are the kind of guys I can lead.

"Where have you been?" the hostess asked kindly, a reasonable question after a year's absence.

"Taken hostage. This is the first place I've been since I escaped."

She noted that my hair was shorter and that I used to wear glasses. I can't even lurk anymore. People say," who is that lurking over there? Is that Merv Griffin?" I am remarkably memorable, it seems. No Merv Griffin, mind you, but in the same gang. The Men's Great Hair Club for Men with Great Hair.

I explained the Illuminati to my younger son yesterday as we perused the bookstore. He produced a dollar bill and discovered the Sign on the backside. Yesterday, some dude on television, some political dude, said that the Mexican government is trying to conquer the United States by importing a constant stream of illegal aliens. Not a comedian, a real . . . something.

Whenever someone says New York City in Texas, someone says "get a rope." Salsa providing cultural direction. We are a strange species.

I read yesterday the observation that nothing in evolution selected brains capable of understanding nuclear reactions - it was not essential to surviving encounters with lions, tigers or bears. We are using excess accidentally evolved mental abilities, a side-effect of the pressures that created self-consciousness.

Our adaptability, however, is founded on the principle of anticipation of changes. In this simple adaption we have the basis of our intellectual abilities.

My eyes gleam bluely. Power is beginning to illuminate me.

enjoy,

M