I have a love/hate relationship with events that parallel events in my own live. Much akin to whom I share my birthday with (Jack Nicholson, Peter Frampton, Lenin, etc.)—I always find some weird link to my own life. Today, after 44 days, David Blaine the endurance “artist” (or magician, or trickster depending on who you ask) left his self-imposed plastic-cube prison. Before I left Ireland (approx. 44+ days ago), there was a constant and annoying commercial on Sky heralding the impending-endurance-imprisonment. It was David Blaine walking down a hallway toward the camera, and his deep/lispy voice saying something like, “No water. No food. Join me” or something likewise cryptic and scary. It was a really annoying build-up, and Daryl and I would always joke whenever it came on. So, as you can see, that stupid annoying David Blaine promo reminds me of my last week in Dublin. And, his “endurance” has lasted nearly the same amount of time since I left, and thus, the last time I saw Daryl. And, then, he told me about seeing him in his cube in London. So, for the last month or so, I seem unable to escape David Blaine, despite the fact that he has been in the same place for all that time. It really annoys me that David Blaine is somehow all jumbled up in my memories. Anyway, I’m happy he’s finally out of the box. Maybe is some strange twist of fate and serendipity, his endurance-imprisonment is linked to my own unemployment-inertia. That said, may I expect an overflow of temp assignments!
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