Beginning at the end of August, a long awaited sabbatical starts for all the regular staff here at Porkopolis.org. Our aspirant summer interns have been set loose in the lab and are ready to manage the affairs of pork.
For the next couple of months, the interns will be solely responsible for overseeing this silk purse of a sow’s ear. Our interns will continue our mission of turning the interwebs into more of a Porkopolis than a Paris.
And all the rest of us will be turning our work phones off, auto-responding to work emails, enjoying immoderate quantities of booze & bacon and paying for our own coffee as the only part of work we will miss is the Keurig in the office break room.
For pigs as well as men, time and memory
are the true architects and authors,
remolding reality nearer to the heart’s desire.
May the talons be gentle, Oh Muse,
seduce me with this hope.© Pythia, the Muse and medium of the Porcine Oracle. — from an unpublished poem (2016).
So as I go off exploring down dendritic pig paths, floating like a pig’s foot in vinegar, I hope everyone who visits Porkopolis.org finds something here that is informative, meaningful, enjoyable or that provokes future contemplation.
See you before year’s end!
Editor, Curator and Swineherd