Et tu, Omar?

Omar Chatriwala, a journalist as honorable and professional as he is funk-sational, messaged me today:

"In case you're thinking of dropping all this law school business;"

Yessiree, Al Jazeera English is hiring. And now that he mentions it, I AM tempted. I mean, why live in Baghdad By The Bay when I could go even better than the REAL Baghdad - GAZA!

Correspondents: Doha, Delhi, Gaza, Kabul, Turkey.
We need top class correspondents to maintain our outstanding international news coverage. International experience preferred.

Imagine the excitement of being Al Jazeera's Gaza correspondent. Think of all the interesting people who might want you dead at any given point. You wouldn't have to worry about getting into a rut - your headquarters or sense or personal safety could be 'accidentally' destroyed by one of half a dozen governments in any given week.

Be comforted by the thought that nearly half the nation (assuming the Bushies have lost their minor majority) will automatically assume that Osama bin Laden cuts your paycheck.

I think the long and the short of this whole shebang can only be this: Omar wants me to die, preferably at the hands of the U.S. Military. But if that's the case, it's a testament to his perception of my journalistic integrity. So I suppose I should thank him. The punk.