I saw Martin Sheen on Inside the Actor's Studio today (and James Lipton is still creepy as hell, by the way).
Anyways, he recited a poem that I found particularly relevant, so I looked it up. It's by the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore: winner of the Nobel Prize in 1913, friend of Ghandi, and prolific writer.
Where the mind is without fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
In other news, not too much to report. I've applied for a few more jobs and I got a haircut yesterday. Sadly, I think I'm in the wrong month to be job-hunting (and I was hoping to have things settled by now). At this point, even if anything comes through I doubt I'll be working before 2006. So I'd better find myself something to do.