Have your people call my people [~air kiss~]

A few weeks ago I was interviewed for an article in 'Globes'.  Don't feel bad if you don't know what Globes is.  At least you didn't admit as much to the person who called to interview you.

When I asked what 'Globes' was, I got an incredulous "You don't know what Globes is?  It's the Wall Street Journal of Israel!".

Smoove.  [~open mouth to change feet~]

Anyway, it seems they were planning a supplement on immigrants who work in high tech fields... and someone with a sense of humor thought it would be a hoot to put them onto me.

Anyway, I just got finished reading the article... and hard as it may be to imagine, I don't come off sounding like a complete imbecile.  Not much, anyway. 

The only problem is that 'my' Hebrew, as it appears in the printed interview, has been juiced up about 10 levels above anything I could have managed, even after a couple of stiff drinks...  (I learned this little trick for improving language facility - even in languages I have never spoken - while drinking my way sailing around Asia in the Navy).

Anyhoo... the suppliment doesn't actually hit the news stands until tomorrow, but if you want an advance peek at the wonderfulness that is me (in Hebrew, no less), feel free to read the article.  Oh, and daaahling... have your people call my people.  We simply must do lunch.

[~air kiss~]