Friends,
Here is another second for an extraordinarily interesting colleague.
It's been an astonishing year for me since moving to the other side of the globe from Norway. I guess it's kind of like those Norwegians who went off to Iceland, except that my new island is a little bigger and a lot farther south. Despite my silence, I lurk with delight on the list and enjoy occasional visits from Northern friends. (Or at least friends from the South of the North, such as Daved and Stefan from Lisbon.)
In the words of Egil Skallagrimsson, poet, warrior, and organization theorist:
"So I rise up early
to erect my rhyme,
My tongue toils,
A servant at his task;
I pile the praise stones,
The poem rises,
My labor is not lost,
Long may my words live."
Welcome, Linda.
Ken Friedman
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