"later I got to see that liar powerwalking home in what appeared to be an extremely drunken zigzag"
"At one point somebody whipped out some Elvis. CEO's who are normally stony enough to freeze your blood rocked out to REM"
"Double high fives were flowing. I witnessed one three-person double high five. Numerous man-on-man butt slappings occurred"
"Let's be glad that we are here. And not tell anybody else, anything"
The interview process was more competitive than I had expected. The lobby was a waiting room of nervous tension (for others, it seemed). The interview process felt exactly like a carbon copy live experience of that final audition scene in the 80's hit movie, "Flashdance" as this table of art on-lookers study your (the candidate's) every gesture and formulate their own untrained rendition of a DSM 4 Mental Status examination in order to determine who the winner that they will choose may be. Ultimately, those of us interviewed (and photographed with an IPAD) were winners already. Even me. The idea of becoming involved in a collective of creative dissidents, as catharsis, was the whole point of the thing don't you think? So, lucky me had heard enough about cowardly(?) Edward Snowden to regurgitate informed rhetoric to the board concerning the conflicting notion of what makes a traitor these days and what truly defines a heroic patriotic act. The answer is simple, being honest about what you are doing. and not running away. Standing tall. bye.
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