Jesus of Nazareth, you may have read, was a carpenter. Building things out of wood wasn't really his claim to fame; it was just something he did, because his earthly father, Joseph, was a carpenter. Jesus grew up around a carpenter and just sort of naturally picked up the trade.
My earthly father is a journalist. By extension, I am a journalist. I have an ingrained ability to disseminate information. I'm not sure I particularly enjoy being a journalist, but I do it because it's what I know how to do.
I imagine Jesus might have felt the same way about his naturally learned profession. "Carpentry is alright," he may have thought. "But I think I'd prefer to save the souls of all mankind."
OK. I'm nothing like Jesus.
But I do want to help people.
That's why my wife and I are hoping to join the Peace Corps.
But here's the thing about Peace Corps: they send the help that countries actually want. For example, China seems keen on having a few folks come over and teach English. So, if I were an English teacher, I might get sent there. My wife, as a registered dietician, would be welcome in any number of countries.
"We don't have a journalism need," said the recruiter when we went to visit this morning.
Pity the country that would, actually. Things are in a very bad way when a government decries: "We need more journalists!"
I certainly don't blame anyone for neglecting to request rabble-rousers when there are houses that need building, diseases that need fighting, and infrastructure that needs developing. But, uhm, I can't do anything else. I'm a monkey with a keyboard.
So, the recruiter's suggestion to me: Learn carpentry.
E-mail addresses that would be difficult to give over the phone.
Sadly, this is not yet an Olympic sport.
When looking at this picture, it's best not to think about what happens in men's water polo.
Norwegian porn: the new crime-fighting tool.
Winning the award for comically melodramatic headline: this story.
For rent: One slightly-used Italian grandfather.
Today is John Robert Parker Ravenscroft's birthday. Be sure to celebrate by drinking a glass of red wine and listening to experimental music (or, at the least "Teenage Kicks" by the Undertones).
It's not experimental, but it's good: The Mooney Suzuki