Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Anthony friggin Bourdain is on the cover of the Improper Bostonian that came out today. This is a sign from the heavens. I must find him and do one of the following:
1. A la Family Guy I shall strategically lore him with a trail of irresistibly tempting tasty tidbits into a cardboard box held up by a stick and a string. Then I shall trap him and ship him off to somewhere that nobody will ever suspect he'd be (like rural Idaho or something). Following this delicate and intricate first step I shall just take over his identity and continue taping No Reservations without the least bit of suspicion. Bwaaahhh ha ha ha ha. Bwaaaaahhhh ha ha ha ha.
OR
2. I may just read the article in the magazine and see if he's in town. Then I might possibly attend whatever appearance he's doing.
Either option is easily attainable and logical.
On another note, in the past three days I've started to review every relief
agency listed on Idealist. I've managed to find quite a few interesting organizations and send cold emails to a few. So far the response is fairly nice. Next step...actually getting a voice on the phone.
Also, since starting this blog people who thought my original email was spam now realize it was a serious endeavor. Truthfully, I am flattered and amazed at the thoughtful and comprehensive responses.
Oh, and Auntie Babs just gave me a tarot reading but you'll have to wait for the summary. I told her she doesn't get another mention until she learns how to text me a pic. of the cards laid out on her table.
Over and out.
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