Bees and Money
It's midnight on a Sunday (now Monday, of course), and I've spent the majority of my weekend working on a grant application for the National Endowment for the Arts. It's a big, complicated application.
The only break I've taken was to participate in a board meeting, during which we talked about the grant. OK, there was more to the meeting than that, but let's just say that this grant has taken over my life. And I can't think about anything else, no matter how much I try.
Tomorrow (later today, now), I put it in the mail and forget about it, until the end of November, when we hear whether or not we get the sucker.
In the meantime, if someone asks me to work on another NEA grant in the next few months, I have my reply:
I'd rather chew bees.
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3 Comments:
Hey, why don't you chew bees, we'll record it, and then send it in as a work sample. We'll title it "The NEA Effect". See how they feel about the quality of THAT work.
Don't you mean, "I'd rather bleu cheese?"
I bleu cheese once. Got me kicked out of Dillons so fast...
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