Greener Pastures

For now, this blog is dead in favor of the shinier Wordpress.

vorbiţi româneşte? A blog about preparing for the Peace Corps in Moldova

slacker

This blog kind of died on me. I was trying to start something with my crazy roommates, but they're lazy boys who don't understand how easy it is to write something on the internet. So I'm restructuring this one to fit not only my job, but me as well. Because there's somethings I want to talk about that my friends/roommates don't necessarily want to hear. Like me leaving.

Love Brooklyn, but I'm barely keeping my head above water, and despite my love for my current employment, I get paid an intern's salary. Which means I work two days a week.

So I'm trying to join the Peace Corps. This has been ongoing since April, and I'm coming down to the wire. I'm expecting my letter before the end of next week, and my stomach is in knots.

I almost resurrected my livejournal. I'm going to try this instead.

Experiment=auto tuner

I went to a concert at Lincoln Center Out of Doors last night, and was more impressed by the opening act than the headliner. While Jose James would have been much better in a jazz club or a more intimate setting, he could at least sing. The Robert Glasper "Experiment" elected to employ an auto tuner for his vocalist, turning the night into "T-Pain does jazz". I couldn't even concentrate on the other musicians because I was so distracted by the horrible noises coming from the microphone. Can the music world get over the auto-tuner already? If you can't sing, stop trying.

Toshi Reagon's concert was so much better.

My body is rebelling because I let people hit it last night. I started taking jujitsu, and suddenly I couldn't sleep last night, not for lack of trying but just because my eyes wouldn't stay closed. Now I have to work a concert until about 11pm tonight and my eyes have decided that now is a good time to shut themselves.

I'm sorry, body, but you're just going to have to get used to people hitting you. This whole sciopero thing isn't going to fly.

How is it that such hateful people work at non-profits?

Will cook for music

Promoting our Toshi Reagon concert last week led me to experience Park Slope for the first time. It's a little too posh for me, but they have good venues for music, something we lack in Bay Ridge that has led to a musical drought in my apartment. Although Toshi doesn't really sing my kind of music, I'm excited to at least hear something new.

New Addictions: Avatar and gorgonzola

I'm producing BAC's September 11 Memorial Poetry Project which is archiving any poetry written about 9/11. We're doing a recitation of some poems on September 9th, and I accidentally just described the event as "fun" to someone on the phone who was trying to submit poems written by a kid that died from MS six years ago.

God I feel like an idiot sometimes.