23.2.04
My cousins are too smart.
One of them, the eldest, works for a biochemical company that does contract work for the government.
"He needs higher security clearance," my mother tells me on the telephone.
Like, National Security Clearance? He has National Security Clearance?
"I'm just telling you because he asked your aunt who had to ask me what your nationality was. He has to tell them about any foreign nationals he has regular contact with. So you and your dad are down there."
Great, send me postcards when they ship me off to Guantanamo Bay. (So sue me, I enjoy being melodramatic.)
"I think everyone should be someone's regular foreign national," she says, wistfully.
The second cousin, the younger one, the one who had a PhD at twenty-two, is looking for a new job.
He is tired of working as a theoretical physicist at Los Alamos. Yes, the place where they developed the atom bomb. He doesn't like how more and more of his work is becoming defence work.
"Defence work is fine," he says, cryptically. "Until they start wanting to test stuff."
A friend of mine says, when we go to war, she wants to be on my cousins' side.
One of them, the eldest, works for a biochemical company that does contract work for the government.
"He needs higher security clearance," my mother tells me on the telephone.
Like, National Security Clearance? He has National Security Clearance?
"I'm just telling you because he asked your aunt who had to ask me what your nationality was. He has to tell them about any foreign nationals he has regular contact with. So you and your dad are down there."
Great, send me postcards when they ship me off to Guantanamo Bay. (So sue me, I enjoy being melodramatic.)
"I think everyone should be someone's regular foreign national," she says, wistfully.
The second cousin, the younger one, the one who had a PhD at twenty-two, is looking for a new job.
He is tired of working as a theoretical physicist at Los Alamos. Yes, the place where they developed the atom bomb. He doesn't like how more and more of his work is becoming defence work.
"Defence work is fine," he says, cryptically. "Until they start wanting to test stuff."
A friend of mine says, when we go to war, she wants to be on my cousins' side.
