February 25th, 2009
All Things In Moderation
Hola, loyal reader! When last we left Bruce and Mary they had just moved into their home, a huge casa on Calle 47 in Mérida, the capital of Yucatan. Now the holidays have come and gone and there is trouble in Paradise. Bruce’s gym has closed and Mary no longer works on the beach in Progreso. Sure, with the house sitting gig, overhead is low but not non-existent. And Bruce and Mary are a little too young for spend down, not that they have anything to spend down. Join them on their way to MELO night, the monthly Mérida English Library mixer where they always meet some interesting people.
We, that is
, me, Mary, and my mother Margaret, who is visiting, are just to the door of the library when who emerges but my friend from the NAFTA party, Manuel Sarkisyanz. I inquire as to why he is leaving so soon and he quickly responds that it is quite crowded and he has another event to attend. He quickly walks away. I am always amazed that this octogenarian body moves better than mine does, as does his brain.
We buy our drink tickets from the volunteer at the front desk and make our way to the gardens. It is wall to wall people as there is a poetry reading going on as well. I greet many friends and introduce them to mom and then I work my way through the crowd to get us drinks.
I see our friends from the beach town of Progreso, Carl and Joni, and they wave me over. I’ve lost Mary and mom is talking to a young woman who is leading a foreign exchange group from DePaul U. Making my way through the crowd I bump, literally, into my Irish Canadian friend, Loman. I tell him that we’re hosting a cocktail party soon and that I was thinking of inviting him but I wasn’t so sure, because our Brit friend, Dave will be there. I said, “I’d be worried about a battle.” In his Irish lilt he responds, “And there would be, to the last man!”
Amityville II: The Possession ipod
I finally get to Carl and Joni’s table and Carl leaves his seat to get a drink so naturally I steal it. I start quizzing Joni about their new jobs that I’d heard about through mutual friends. Joni explains that she is a “moderator” for a company that contracts with companies such as the CBC, Canadian Broadcast Corp, to moderate, in this case, the reader commentary to news stories. They are charged with making sure that comments containing racism, hate speech, and just plain old profanity are not posted. Then Joni explains the irony of Carl working for them as Ken, the founder of the company used to work for Carl and when he struck off he asked Carl to work for him. Carl’s good natured response was, “Ken, you can’t afford me.” That was then and now Carl and Joni are early retired to the beach in Progreso and finding that just sitting by the pool sipping Margaritas does not fill the day, prompting Joni to tell Carl, “Give Ken a call, I bet he can afford you now.” We both laugh, Carl is always fair game. I get the email address for Ken from Carl and Joni as they take their leave to catch the last bus for Progreso. Who Framed Roger Rabbit buy
The crowd is thinning and it’s time for us to leave. On the walk home I get Mary and mom up to speed about the moderation jobs. We wonder if we can actually make a living, working part-time on our computers from poolside (sorry but that is the best place for wifi in our monster house). It sounds a little bit too good to be true. But we’ll have our apps in tomorrow. Could this be the long term solution to the escape to México equation?
Thanks for visiting gentle reader. Stay tuned as Bruce and Mary check out this “moderation” thing. Does sound a little too good to be true, doesn’t it? But actually the next post will be a short one concerning “medical tourism”. Hasta pronto. Lake City the movie

