Friday, May 29, 2009
Laid Off Loser Playlist, May 29, 2009
Laid Off Loser Album of the Day: "Dance Mania"
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Laid Off Loser Playlist, May 28, 2009
Laid Off Loser Album of the Day: "Sketches of Spain"
Laid Off Loser will have his revenge on Seattle
Laid Off Loser of the Day: Amy Pence-Brown
Amy Pence-Brown of Boise, Idaho, recently was laid off as a curator at the Boise Art Museum.
Amy is an independent curator and arts professional in Boise. She is a native Idahoan who received her undergrad degrees from the University of Idaho and her Master’s in Art History from the University of St. Thomas in Minnesota.
She has worked at the Weisman Art Museum and the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis, as well as the Portland Art Museum and the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry. Most recently, Amy was the Associate Curator of Art at the Boise Art Museum for three years and she is currently an adjunct member in the Art Department at Boise State University. Amy serves on the City of Boise’s Visual Arts Advisory Committee and functions as a Historic Preservation Commissioner for the city.
Immediately upon her layoff, Amy was hired as a curatorial consultant to help out with the City of Boise’s expanding public art collection as well as consult Eagle’s Woodriver Cellars winery on their exciting new art gallery and artist studio space.
Since the layoff, she also has started a blog about arts, culture, kids and living on a budget, Idaho style. Read it at http://idaho-style.blogspot.com.
Amy also is now a full-time stay-at-home mom to two little girls, Lucy, 5, and Alice, 1. Her husband, Eric, is a chemistry professor at Boise State University.
Amy has been honored by rave reviews and interviews in the local media over the past three years, often regarding her work as a stellar young art professional in the community. Her artwork was featured on the cover of a recent Boise Weekly.
Amy has a wide variety of skills and a unique academic background, and is especially interested in part-time, freelance or consulting work in the fields of art, architecture, teaching and history. She’s also a very big fan of trading and bartering and is open to the possibility of trading services for art.
For Amy’s full resume and portfolio, e-mail penceamy@hotmail.com.
New jobless claims are down, but the unemployed are staying unemployed
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Laid Off Loser Playlist, May 27, 2009
Is your home a bad investment?
Laid Off Loser Album of the Day: "Mingus Ah Um"
Dumbing yourself down to get a job
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Laid Off Loser Playlist, May 26, 2009
It's Laid Off Loser Jazz Week!
Laid Off Loser Album of the Day: "Time Out"
Monday, May 25, 2009
Laid Off Loser Playlist, May 25, 2009
Memorial Day = day off
Friday, May 22, 2009
Laid Off Loser Playlist, May 22, 2009
If you're from Cleveland, read this article
The "Three Wolf Moon" shirt phenomenon: Freaking hilarious
Three-day weekend for the unemployed
Laid Off Loser Album of the Day: "The Joshua Tree"
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Laid Off Loser Playlist, May 21, 2009
Laid Off Loser Album of the Day: "Nothing's Shocking"
Idaho Department of Labor director personally responds
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Laid Off Loser Playlist, May 20, 2009
Hot in recession: Chocolate, Spam and cheap wine
Department of Labor representatives: Good natured in person, grumpy bastards on the phone
"Broadcasting" a job loss on Facebook and Twitter
Laid Off Loser Album of the Day: "Furr"
I could hear the angels whispering
So I drove into the woods and wandered aimlessly about
Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog
It turned out to be the howling of a dog
Or a wolf to be exact, the sound sent shivers down my back
But I was drawn into the pack and before long
They allowed me to join in and sing their song
So from the cliffs and highest hill, yeah
We would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong
For my flesh had turned to fur, yeah
And my thoughts, they surely were
Turned to instinct and obedience to God.
You can wear your fur
like a river on fire
But you better be sure
If you're makin' God a liar
I'm a rattlesnake, babe,
I'm like fuel on fire
So if you're gonna' get made,
Don't be afraid of what you've learned
On the day that I turned 23,
I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree
When suddenly a girl with skin the color of a pearl
She wandered aimlessly, but she didn't seem to see
She was listenin' for the angels just like me
So I stood and looked about
I brushed the leaves off of my snout
And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees
You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees
So I took her by the arm
We settled down upon a farm
And raised our children up as gently as you please.
And now my fur has turned to skin
And I've been quickly ushered in
To a world that I confess I do not know
But I still dream of running careless through the snow
An' through the howlin' winds that blow,
Across the ancient distant flow,
It fill our bodies up like water till we know.
You can wear your fur
Like a river on fire
But you better be sure
If you're makin' God a liar
I'm a rattlesnake, babe,
I'm like fuel on fire
So if you're gonna' get made,
Don't be afraid of what you've learned