Google tracking came up with an anniversary present this
morning when the Jersey Journal gave our poet/photographer photo credit for a
picture she took Monday in the town where she works.
Our office also published her photo, but never gave her credit
– at least, not online.
This says something about management and its inability to
appreciate talent, especially someone who has moved on.
It has been a year since we last had direct communication.
But we have played tag over the internet during that time (a clever and
illusive frat boy who needs a drink?)
I suspect we both have taken up software to at least partly
disguise our activities, and to some degree this makes much more obvious the
intensity of the situation – the way the threat of nuclear destruction made
life more intense back in the good old days of the Cold War.
I can’t be certain how often she checks in on my website –
though sometimes, when I can sneak something passed my cyber nanny I try to
post something provocative (although I’m not as gifted a writer in this regard
as she is). I suspect those times when I am aware of her visitations, this is
intentional on her regard, sending a message that I’m still on her radar for
good or bad. But she does not come out into the open often; neither do I.
After a year, nothing seems to have changed dramatically
between us except perhaps we have inched a bit closer to the edge.
This concept of mutual outrage cannot go on forever. We both
need to rediscover the path our lives must take, to make the best of the
situation.
I still haven’t returned our former temporary boss’ call
from Saturday, presuming he was following up on the coverage I did about the
Virgin Mayor’s trial, or perhaps concerning GA (the hometown blogger) blog and
what she’s been posting.
I haven’t a clue as to what our poet is thinking, except for
the sent that her outrage has not diminished (this is a gross presumption since
I have no evidence good or bad), and that we are still far from a peace treaty.
Her poems are about someone else, and if there is a hidden
message for me in any of them, I can’t find them.
Her focus seems to be on reinventing herself, though I get
the sense that even this has expired somewhat, and I wait for the next
incarnation. What shell will she display after she has abandoned the one she
currently resides in?
Is she still pursuing a career in Public Relations? If so,
the photo credit may be another small step in that direction.