Temp Gigs for Aspiring Carnies

Regular readers - few though you are, God bless your aching hearts - already know I'm bound for tropical exile for a couple of weeks spanning the last week of April and early May.

I refuse to subject you, the web's most courageous and intelligent marks, to further indignities. The Carnival has suffered from my recent absences, and now is the time for atonement, as well as something for which I have little experience: Planning.

The Show Must Go On.

Even as I travel to mysterious lands to swim in the beauty and violence of All That Is, reveling in the laughter of fellow mortals on The Quest, the smoldering fires of discontent must be stoked, and fresh ones ignited.


You don't have to be a Blogger.

You don't have to be a Graphic Artist.

You don't have to be a Writer.

You don't have to be an Intellectual.

Hell, you don't even have to be a pariah among our fellow Lefties, although that's a looming possibility should you choose to accept the gig.

I don't care if you're from Singapore, Brussels, Santiago, Oaxaca, Kalamazoo or Lufkin, Texas. In fact, to my global friends, should any of you volunteer, I would encourage posting in your native tongue if you can provide an English translation for us poorly educated American monolinguists.

If you know how to strike a match, drop me a line:


You'll be free to light whatever fires you see fit as frequently or infrequently as you choose. I'll even make some graphics available should you need provocation or a visual flourish for your screed. If you have a Flickr account or other means of hosting your own images, you are welcome to use them, and I will copy & upload them to my account later for the archives.

I have absolutely no idea what kind of response this proposition will generate, but if you're ready for The Carnival, The Carnival is ready for you.