tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18005639633952549522024-03-13T08:20:13.885-07:00theLAZEDavin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.comBlogger265125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-22540918540118281362009-11-04T11:31:00.001-08:002009-11-04T11:55:53.363-08:00Cautiously OptimisticSince we've last spoken, I've had a ridiculously busy and somewhat bizarre week. I'm in the absolute thick of things now as Christmas singing stuff has begun and school is winding down for the quarter. The pages that I both need to read and write are piling up, but my desires continue to lie simply in nothing in particular. That is not entirely true, but I'm totally having a bunch of those "what's my motivation?" moments.<br /><br />I had a truly strange singing experience on Saturday where I believe I ended up singing happy birthday to a mail order bride from Romania. I'd have to tell you the entire story in person, but as I walked away with the cash in my hand I couldn't help but feel like a bit of a prostitute. That's being dramatic, but there is something about doing that sort of gig that makes a guy glad to have the cash and just feeling a little bit dirty. Plenty entertained, but still, ya know, ew. Then on my walk home I managed to get called a fag by some dude in a caveman suit. Thus, my relationship with Halloween continues to be tenuous. <br /><br />My cautiously good news is that it seems I may be promoted at work. This, I say with extreme caution because as I was deducing last night, I just don't trust the system. It's not even that I don't trust the system's intentions, but I don't trust the system here at work to be on my side and really pull for me through this scenario so although I've been presented with a possible good option I don't know specifics and until I do remain to let myself get excited. I am hoping for some more freedom and I think this position would allow me some of that... if it happens. :D<br /><br />I'm really struggling with what to put out for public consumption right now. I can't type anymore at the moment.<br /><br />Oh, but before I go, I'm not a big singer song writer guy. I don't have the patience for that kind of stuff, typically, but Damien Jurado has been good to me lately.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-31000440076952256152009-10-28T07:51:00.001-07:002009-10-28T11:41:31.332-07:00Second Hand NewsI'm wearing my sneakers at work today. I don't mean vans or something potentially work appropriate, I mean my Nike running shoes which I bought in college when I attempted to become sporty. The reason I'm wearing them is because I'm attempting to be sporty again, or at least somewhat fit and I made my way to the gym this morning to meet my coworker for a before work run. I forgot my work shoes, so I'm stuck with the Nikes. See, if you've read this blog in the past, you know this cycle I go through where I get on a kick and I get inspired and I do a pretty decent job of sticking with something like say, working out, and then something happens where it all just stops. I'm hoping to break that cycle? Maybe? Part of my plan is to keep with this support unit that is my coworker. She is a motivated person. She encourages and is positive and doesn't seem to have the same negative antiworkout voices in her head that I do, so, I'm trying to remain accountable to her. She is at the gym every morning before work and I figure at least I can do three days of the week. The thing is, I feel so good when I do it. That's what I have to remind myself, because the getting there process feels so bad.<br /><br />NO PAIN, NO GAIN!<br /><br />After my little rant yesterday about what a sad sap I am, I went to therapy and did some more hashing out. Sometimes I wish I could blog about therapy, but that's probably not a good idea for anyone. I do feel very strongly about going to therapy though. I believe I need it in my life because it is important to have someone in that position tell me what's up. What I mean by that position is someone who doesn't love me, but that I still respect. Does this make sense? Of course advice from friends and family has gotten me through many a rotten situation but there is something about having that person who isn't intertwined in you and is able to say "Do you know you do this?"<br /><br />I'm listening Fleetwood Mac and it is so good.<br /><br />I have more to say, but I must run to a meeting.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-39395421221751767802009-10-27T07:59:00.000-07:002009-10-27T08:57:01.882-07:00State of the State of The LAZEGAaaahhh.<br /><br />It's been since June 4th, 2009 since I have written in my blog and honestly. it has been somewhat purposeful. I was doing a lousy job of blogging up until then and I was misguided and thought Twitter was my solution. Little did I know that Twitter was simply going to further cloud my already cloudy brain, so here I sit on October 27th, 2009 neither Tweeting nor blogging nor seemingly doing anything successfully.<br /><br />I'm in a rut, my friends.<br /><br />I kind of don't even know where to start because this rut is a rut I've been digging for a long time and it's one I keep attempting to combat by running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but it doesn't solve anything. See, I just end up right back in the same place. Somewhat discontent and feeling lousy for feeling discontent because for all intents and purposes things are quite good for me. This, I'm learning is my intense moralism that doesn't really help anyone, especially me. Rather than damning myself for not being happy with what I have I need to sit still and figure out why it is that I'm feeling this way. That's the part I'm really lousy at. Seriously, sitting still is something I don't know how to do. I mean, I can totally not do anything... for like, days and days, but really sitting still with myself and figuring out what the hell is going on is something I've just not ever been able to do. And with all these distractions, you know, the Internet and television and and and I always manage to come up with more but those are the two major killers.<br /><br />The truth of the matter is, I am so close to being done with school. If everything goes as planned I will complete my non-descript degree that I feel less than passionate about by the end of March. That is less than six months away and as I get older I realize how quickly less than six months will go by. But, the here and now, the homework and simply going to all classes? It's really damn hard for me. I think it becomes especially hard because I try to do so many other things at once as well, like work full time and be a musician and maintain friendships, but this is an old story. If you know me at all, you've heard it before, but the kicker is that I can't seem to just accept that, make sacrifices, dig down and complete my tasks, but rather I just sit around feeling guilty that I haven't done any of my work (moralism anyone?). Then after the guilt sits for a bit reality sets in and I just kind of collapse under the weight of my assignment and squeak something out, but not without significant anxiety. But you know the worst part is that whatever I squeak out? It earns me a decent grade! Which, unfortunately does not speak to my brilliance as a student, but I'm convinced to the low expectations in graduate school. Bah!<br /><br />But then, there is work. It's been a real emotional rollercoaster around here since June. It's really more story than a blog can merit, but part of what I always loved about my job is that it required very little from me emotionally so I was able to invest my emotions elsewhere, namely in my art and friends and potentially school if school would spur emotions. Work lately has just been sucking the emotion out of everything else. It's really too bad because I love where I work. It makes so much sense for my life. Geographically it is convenient, environmentally it is pleasing and socially, I have such a wonderful time with the people I work with. But, professionally, it is all wrong. It was a means to an end I've tried to turn it into something more than that, only to find that it won't budge. So, here I sit, patiently (not-so) waiting to complete a degree that I can't even bring myself to do the most basic assignments for, so that I can get out of a professional wasteland. <br /><br />Less than 6 mo!<br /><br />And then there is singing, which is actually going well! Imagine that? But, that makes life extra frustrating because I don't have the time to dedicate the proper energy to it. I've taken on another student and found a studio where I am teaching. This makes me feel exponentially more professional, rather than inviting unsuspecting strangers into my home to learn to sing, which was more cost effective, but now that I've moved (oh! I moved! more on that in a bit) this was what had to happen and it is for the best. But, then I had a sorry reminder of why it is sometimes a pain in the ass to be a singer rather than let's say and oboist. I got this killer cold last week and I was generally useless, but especially useless because I couldn't sing and it sucks when you have to depend on your body like that. I don't care for it much, I must say. Regardless, other gigs also keep coming along. Get this, this Friday, I'm going to some dude's house to sing for his wife's birthday party. I just show up and sing Happy Birthday! The kicker is that he would love it if I can do it in Romanian. I don't know if that is going to happen, but I'm kind of amused by the challenge. I have this feeling though I'm going to show up to this house and it's gonna be some Romanian swingers party or something. Fingers crossed!<br /><br />Yes, so I moved. This has actually been a highlight of my life within the last 6 mo. I was so fearful of this move. I really was. The day before the move I had a near panic attack because I was making the decision to move in with a roommate and having lived on my own for the past three years this seemed like a potentially disastrous proposition, but thank the Lord Jesus, I was wrong. My roommate has been a pleasant surprise. The quick of the story is that she bought a condo and was seeking a roommate before she had even moved in, so we moved in at the same time at the end of July. We get along splendidly and seem to have similar expectations about the space. We are similarly busy, but enjoy trashy television together when we are home. I feel extremely comfortable there, perfectly happy to spend my days just being home, not quite doing anything. It's a good feeling and I'm thankful for this situation.<br /><br />And then there is my love life... which, I don't write about on here. It seems foolish to put that sort of thing out there for public consumption, but let's just say it this way. I'm not doing particularly well when it comes to matters of romance. It's one of those things that I think I really need to sit still with, but I don't know that at this point in the game I am quite able to do that. I have so much to learn.<br /><br />Here's the thing. This morning, I waiting for the bus and I sit there and I think about why I'm in a foul mood and I think of ways to try and get myself out of the funk and I think that is part of the problem. I think I need to sit with it and be in a foul mood and understand it better. The truth of the matter is I just want to take off. That is my first instinct, to just go away somewhere, but then you come back and you still have the same stuff to get done and it doesn't go away, so I need to sit still and try to push through that stuff. I'm sorry for those of you who have to deal with my lousy attitude in the meantime. I'm working on it.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-38907063355423840262009-06-04T08:03:00.001-07:002009-06-04T08:16:57.434-07:0020 PagesSorry to not blog much these days, but I find myself tweeting more and more. This seems like less of a commitment and I can say things as they come. For better or worse.<br /><br />I did want to say that this morning I got up and pulled open my venetian blinds to my bedroom window only to have them snap in half and crash to the floor. Needless to say, that was the final straw with this whole moving thing.<br /><br />I think I've found the right place. It is near where I live now and it is potentially a better situation. I feel torn about it because in many ways is it a move down with regards to space and some amenities, but overall it will be a much safer home. It also has wonderful light and little back porch that I will sip my coffee on in the morning. I think it is going to be alright. I also think I can talk them down a bit on the price. I'm working on my negotiating skills, but I fear I fail miserably. I'll give it a try.<br /><br />So, I have this 20 page paper due next Wednesday and I have yet to begin it. I just keep talking about it. I've told everyone I know that I have 20 pages to write, but I don't write a thing. I just dread it. That is all I do. This is one of the ways in which I'm a horrible student. I think 20 pages is just terribly daunting and so I have resolved to force myself into a place where I just have no choice but to stay up all night and do it. The problem with that is that I'M NOT JUST A STUDENT. I can't just stay up all night, because well, I have to work. Finishing this degree will be a true test of my will.<br /><br />I've just completed compiling the mixes for Tina's potluck prom that will be happening tomorrow night. She created the list, I just put the tunes together and it is a super 80's good time. I'm sure there will be prom pictures to show for it.<br /><br />Off I go.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-20988045402951794902009-06-01T07:44:00.000-07:002009-06-01T13:35:49.189-07:00Monday!This morning I made my way into work, sat down at my desk, answered a few email, listened to some voice mail and discovered this this message on my machine:<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.thesearemypictures.com/topost/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" width="290" height="24"><br /><param name="movie" value="http://www.thesearemypictures.com/topost/audio/player.swf"><br /><param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&soundFile=http://www.thesearemypictures.com/topost/audio/Voice_Message_Recording_S491951_001.mp3"><br /><param name="quality" value="high"><br /><param name="menu" value="false"><br /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /></object><br /><br />I now can proceed with my week feeling fulfilled.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-50773601308655218082009-05-28T12:19:00.001-07:002009-05-28T12:51:49.010-07:00Comma Comma CommaI'm having one of those "what's my motivation?" days.<br /><br />Before I get too far into that, let me say that my mother's 73rd birthday is today.<br />She's awesome.<br />I don't know quite what to say about her that I haven't said.<br />But, if she knew how to surf the internet, she could read this and know that I love her and am happy to have her in my life.<br /><br />But, since she wont ever read this let me get back to my self-pity.<br /><br />The truth of the matter is, I'm a little lost right now.<br />I feel that I need to move, ya know, since the robbery and all and I am not on a lease, so I can move, whenever I want. (Like all those commas?) So that seems like a good thing, right? You can move whenever to wherever you like and so stop complaining? Yea, yea, I know but here's the thing. I can't really pay more than I pay now, and I have a pretty good deal so living alone doesn't seem much of an option unless I want to live in a studio with just me and my kind sized bed. This, although theoretically wonderful seeming, is not for me. I would like to live somewhere with a separate bedroom (imagine that!) So, then I'm left with the challenge of searching for a roommate because you can get a lot more bang for your buck with a roomie. In fact, I've found some incredible places that if I were to share with someone I would pay much less than I pay now.<br /><br />But, finding this person is the challenge. I need to find someone who would be good to live with, wants to live in an area I would like to live in and wants to pay around what I would like to pay. This is a lot to line up with someone.<br /><br />So, I've put some feelers out there (sounds dirty) and the response has been lack luster to say the least. Maybe I'm not a terribly appealing roommate? I don't know, but I feel this search may prove for naught.<br /><br />I'm not on a lease. This can happen when it needs to. I'm trying to remain optimistic.<br /><br />But then there is all this other stuff I need to do, like well, finish school for the year. But I can't seem to concentrate because I'm focused on the ways in which I feel uncomfortable in my home and need/want to move.<br /><br />And really, what I should be working on is getting ready for my parents 50th wedding anniversary party. But I keep telling myself I should get my school work done first, but then I don't do my school work because I'm looking at apartments I can't afford to move into.<br /><br />These are the things that are making me think more than I should.<br /><br />In an effort to combat all of this, I'm thinking I need to see the new Star Trek movie because everyone who I know who has seen it has loved it, so I imagine since I do my best to like what everyone else likes, I will feel the same.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-60285901905028101372009-05-26T17:27:00.000-07:002009-05-26T21:00:37.605-07:00NashVegas, Baby!Soooo, Nashville was awesome. Seriously, one of the best big small cities I've been to in quite sometime. The landscape is lush, the people are perfectly slow and the gathering we partook in made anything I wouldn't have enjoyed fade right away.<br /><br />Friday morning I got up at the butt crack-o-dawn and made my way out to midway airport only to realize everyone else was going away on the Friday before Memorail Day. Duh. But it ended up being just fine as I made my way to the plane in time and to Nashville by 9am to be greeted by my dearest soon to be wed Adrianne. We spent the day trying to wrangle others who were making their way into the city eventually landing back at home base so that everyone could just come to them. The evening involved our friend Sara and her boyfriend large procuring a LIMO from some guy they met at the gran ole opry. This may be surprising in some circles, but in any circle that knows Sara, this will not come as a shock. The night went forth with much fun and dueling pianos! The next day we made our way to a park in the woods outside of Nashville for a giant picnic that included most guests of the wedding. I witnessed Adrianne's 85 yr old grandmother play softball (1st base!) and generally a great time had by all. Sunday, Mary and I got up to make a TJMaxx run only to find out that pretty much all of the suburb we were staying in also enjoyed going to the Maxx on Sunday mornings when the store opens. Who knew? We then took our time getting ready and headed to have our pictures taken for the wedding then participate in the ceremony.<br /><br />It was lovely. Really. All around a thoughful ceremony with great people and wonderful details. 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Fool me twice, shame on me." So, given the state of things in my current living situation I need to protect myself a bit and make a change.<br /><br />This is in the midst of finals<br />20 pages of writing.<br />A presentation.<br /><br />And! a trip to Nashville tomorrow, which I really am excited about. I will be spending the weekend with peopkle from my past in a place that is totally new and foreign to me. I'm looking forward to just getting on the plane and making it happen. Its good to get a break from your city once in a while and be with others in another.<br /><br />I did want to mention that the Modern Wing opening was an absolute blast. One of the best times I've had at an event like this. Good company and just general fun. I will share a few snaps.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7r8ce0pvv3J7Hxel4uu61149sjMwp7hRU1gnz_nRnTDzPRv0oK_4uzv3seVfXXtYa8nIDA-F9H0knx398gvT6EYnFt6w3IVms0V9yK6c0md5VbOY7zWVVpr3CpuFb3lOo5neoDitKzpA/s1600-h/P1000496.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7r8ce0pvv3J7Hxel4uu61149sjMwp7hRU1gnz_nRnTDzPRv0oK_4uzv3seVfXXtYa8nIDA-F9H0knx398gvT6EYnFt6w3IVms0V9yK6c0md5VbOY7zWVVpr3CpuFb3lOo5neoDitKzpA/s400/P1000496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338318204627048370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsj8FNkNpUG0QBm9HUz303dOAvNaQ1Lt_Iemg29ee-hpu2HZhvq4lGRi3syXkYC-SXKXBAsPwaP25GrtaSFixT7jSOD1jqdCvtT1g94TzhXZzNM4GTylkN3Msp-umhGsAnnTP-3aCux6w/s1600-h/P1000489.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_Gv_sQKEhwwzXMoxFcAuGpgxTHfaNoS2gIs6WxCcxpyTgPD7gQ-ieEoNuKOta9Dpw1OqODKd7v9ReBHo9JTkJ1Tp724qgpXgsALi2JDJ95g6cVWaGVRYg4mdsUVcGRwWCxGnN-eitzI/s400/P1000564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338319126495882530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There was a dude in that box that Tina is walking over. That was pretty amazing.<br />So yea, it was a treat and I'm thankful Linsey made it so we were able to go.<br /><br />But now, I sit here in the New Wave coffee watching a surprisingly large number of stay at home dad's and consider things I need to do before tomorrow morning at 745am.<br /><br />For now.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-41550997071136531402009-05-15T08:44:00.000-07:002009-05-15T09:04:48.713-07:00Yum!Friday. Myday.<br /><br />Scattered seems the best descriptor for how I'm rollin' today. Usually when I get like this I try to make a list and start checking things off, but one list later I can't seem to make myself get through any of the items. For now, I'll just blog it out.<br /><br />First off, let me say that this little <a href="http://www.dpreview.com/news/0807/08072103panasonicfx150.asp">Lumix</a> I purchased takes pretty lousy pictures in low light, so I'm bummed about my documentation of last night's dinner.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blackbirdrestaurant.com/">Blackbird</a> was some sort of dream. It definitely ranks up there with the top meals of my life. It was actually a little much when our entrees arrived, Interpol was playing, and we took our first bites. I don't mean to be over the top, but it was a pretty special experience as I tasted my butternut squash polenta. Those are moments you don't forget. The whole table seemed to agree. The problem with eating that well is that it sets a new standard in your life. I typically prefer to keep low standards because then one has less room for dissapointment, but now my best meal standard is like, whoa.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOObwlluxfH4GGKAG9IkEqy6ACgUxHcfMhaCHKYL8wd94kfpS3DA3pyvCkplJIVs7PaulWP7s04KyE5cLr2OIBGO6p2hOHCZqDdnt7566y1pkTToVQavA-UJk2mWGUkUTNK2NDw6C74Q/s1600-h/P1000444.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOObwlluxfH4GGKAG9IkEqy6ACgUxHcfMhaCHKYL8wd94kfpS3DA3pyvCkplJIVs7PaulWP7s04KyE5cLr2OIBGO6p2hOHCZqDdnt7566y1pkTToVQavA-UJk2mWGUkUTNK2NDw6C74Q/s400/P1000444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336079162548521346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbePB3XUORqoX6_q9t-9vQzVaFqdGunVFwu10a5MuawO739w1QB_M3C5RsAP8gvYcW_s2DzT4-Bl3snAqmHWkBDZhhFyYtho9WnGUeEHfHCbU5QgEKR-SCVOiksguSsRAD6TS-qGLcF_U/s1600-h/P1000428.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbePB3XUORqoX6_q9t-9vQzVaFqdGunVFwu10a5MuawO739w1QB_M3C5RsAP8gvYcW_s2DzT4-Bl3snAqmHWkBDZhhFyYtho9WnGUeEHfHCbU5QgEKR-SCVOiksguSsRAD6TS-qGLcF_U/s400/P1000428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336079159023667666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After our meal, the waiter brought us these lovely dessert wines that our friend Taylor had called in and ordered from Baton Rouge! These southerners sure know how to do it right. We were all kinds of shocked.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2s2qHfW4taLbQ9nR8gU5pjLIZ0VTIxWZTONggH6R3CbqIfG3jzYGmVJ13_i8e9a_dUVFFU4ZrGvUvtUZgzyFNWNh8cB41YQFAJ6_jOIh0dyvUFAQoda9gSVHtou5P8pDZhrg-Kwq9AU/s1600-h/P1000456.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2s2qHfW4taLbQ9nR8gU5pjLIZ0VTIxWZTONggH6R3CbqIfG3jzYGmVJ13_i8e9a_dUVFFU4ZrGvUvtUZgzyFNWNh8cB41YQFAJ6_jOIh0dyvUFAQoda9gSVHtou5P8pDZhrg-Kwq9AU/s400/P1000456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336079165678440882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yea, so again, Happy Birthday to Tina. I'm glad to have an excuse to participate in such wonderful eating!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You know, overall, this week has been rather anxiety inducing. I've been trying to play it off like it hasn't, but it has. I'm thinking I can't shake it today. I'm hoping to take the weekend to get past it.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-79144267034008673342009-05-13T11:48:00.001-07:002009-05-13T13:03:14.051-07:00Long story ShortOh, friends. I don't even quite know where to start.<br />I'm sure many of you know that my apartment was burgled on Monday. Again.<br /><br />Long story short, I came home after a long day of work and then class to realized my apartment had been broken into and my television and computer were gone. I'm sure it was disappointing to the thieves that this was all I had of worth in the house. I had the boxes to both items in my front closet, so they must have packed them up and walked out the door with them.<br /><br />The rest of the night was spent dealing with my crazy landlady and the police officers. Linsey was very kind and came over to keep me company amidst it all.<br /><br />I took yesterday off to collect myself, spend some time mourning my losses and figure out how to replace that which I need. I feel quite bewildered by the whole situation. It is disappointing that this could happen again to me, and I mean, the stuff is just stuff, but the circumstances of it is frustrating.<br /><br />But, in all honesty, I don't feel that sad about it. This has happened to me enough times now that I know things can be replaced and we move on. I'm in a very fortunate position right now, so in light of my misfortune I will still be just fine.<br /><br />But, now once again I am back to thinking about moving.<br />I am so trapped by the fact that I have such a sweet deal with my apartment, but I suppose if one counted my losses from stolen goods, that would make no difference.<br />I don't know that I have time to move, honestly, but I think I must try my best to make it happen.<br /><br />Aside from all of this, I must tell you that I am thrilled to be going to <a href="http://www.blackbirdrestaurant.com/">Blackbird</a> tomorrow for Christina's birthday. I've always wanted to go. Then, to top that off, I get to attend an opening event on Friday for the new <a href="http://www.artic.edu/aic/collections/exhibitions/modernwing/overview">Modern Wing</a> of the Art Institute. It helps to have friends in high places.<br /><br />I'm sure tomorrow, my tone will be different.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-15706799170911452592009-05-11T09:41:00.000-07:002009-05-11T11:41:23.222-07:00In the name of MOMThey Came.<br />We Saw.<br />She conquered.<br /><br />On Friday, before the William Ferris Chorale concert I met up with my father and mother who came in for the weekend. My father actually had to leave a bit early because of obligations on Sunday morning, but my mother stayed through Sunday with me.<br /><br />It was really a lovely time, although I find myself especially tired today. I guess the ole folks can wear a guy out?<br /><br />Here are a few snaps from the weekend.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWFEdGNDBBs0yEoHERfktSCusKEjJNNb_bcgr_R5KdwPOhymeo0fI2BXRQNyOR7ollhHcd953i4r27RNjnIxoRb2d7G2l8xzz8B1A6WvAMjmklWT1E5dlfcxfzlr5u1dbdTICvB1Z7cd4/s1600-h/P1000277.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWFEdGNDBBs0yEoHERfktSCusKEjJNNb_bcgr_R5KdwPOhymeo0fI2BXRQNyOR7ollhHcd953i4r27RNjnIxoRb2d7G2l8xzz8B1A6WvAMjmklWT1E5dlfcxfzlr5u1dbdTICvB1Z7cd4/s400/P1000277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334636127587102530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPtGYmEPLKqTH-aum9fEUblN47L_3R8xzvSJjHJg7nxNLN55P6dEd3ZJ1lZJwAHpt7vGGyaiDwe-eF4ueI66zi5AgEYYtnqoMRIsIeIM-BuTqgpQb4byzlpTPEt2c1yax6ghvcloakE0/s1600-h/P1000288.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQPwIx9PJoqh5OFRUbRO2xVX-Shy61T0jR0mmGptSXzX3nUjaMS0epwycN_xBxveewgtBky1wOjB5blYbTjWnYfRGYY71Bot5kF2k0wIFf3k6WuhVC6NVghveOiN7Gj4UHG8_rQCSSiw/s400/P1000413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334636985145361074" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My mother wanted to go to the Lincoln Park Zoo, so we did that on Saturday and also happened upon the Lincoln Park conservatory which I have never ventured into before. It was pleasantly surprising.<br /><br />Saturday evening we took in a movie and sipped tea. Then Sunday we went to church and had a lovely brunch at Treat with Christina who was so kind to help me keep my mother entertained. After brunch I had to teach a voice lesson and then we made our way downtown to Amtrak where she then headed home.<br /><br />Overall, things like taking a taxi and riding a train are kind of a big deal to my mother as she hasn't done that much in her life, so I was proud of how she handled it all and I think it proved a little something to her as well.<br /><br />It was the perfect mother's day, actually. She is an incredibly special woman.<br /><br />But now, I have to dig in because there is so much to do that I put off in the name of mom.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-10471764202889487892009-05-08T12:15:00.000-07:002009-05-08T12:44:42.181-07:00Urban CreativeOook, so the parents are on their way! They are in the car right now and I feel ill prepared, but generally ok.<br /><br />I'm mostly worried that my father will depart tomorrow and my mother will be staying on for an extra night. This is both exciting and a bit worrisome. It is exciting, because it is her stepping out of her comfort zone. She typically afraid of traveling by herself, but truth be told, the venture to and from are very simple. The worrisome part is mostly about me not having a car and her inability to walk long distances. I will need to be creative.<br /><br />They were originally coming for the <a href="http://www.ferrischorale.com/">William Ferris Chorale</a> concert tonight, but it turned into a little bit of a mother's day weekend. My father is obligated so he wont be partaking in it all, but so it goes.<br /><br />You're sure to hear the play by play.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-17732556579949869802009-05-07T07:41:00.000-07:002009-05-07T08:04:27.225-07:00Richard MillerYesterday, I was saddened to find out that my former voice teacher at Oberlin had passed away. <a href="http://new.oberlin.edu/home/news-media/detail.dot?id=1036245">Richard Miller</a> was my private instructor for all four years during my Oberlin undergrad degree.<br /><br />I don't exactly know what to say about his death. I had heard rumor that this was coming, so I've been thinking about my time spent with Mr. Miller during that very formative four years of my life. The truth of the matter is, I spent a lot of Saturday mornings working with Mr. Miller in his garden, which was something he hired me to do during my time at Oberlin. That time spent with him was maybe more valuable to me than all the vocal technique he shared with me. He really was a renaissance man, but I only knew that because of those Saturday mornings spent with him.<br /><br />The other thing that I think is important about Mr. Miller (that maybe I only realize now more than ever given my current employment within a music school), is that he was famous for being a pedagogue, which in the world of music is not typically glorified. Typically one achieves fame as a performer and then is given the privilege of teaching, which they may or may not be good at. Richard Miller was unique because although he had some success as a performer, he was famous for his study of singing and the ways in which he developed successful ways to teach singing. I am extremely fortunate to have been a student of his at it has informed how I understand music and music making, but also has afforded me many opportunities just because of being connected to his influential name. I am extremely thankful for him.<br /><br />He will be missed.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-78057037253062749782009-05-06T12:00:00.000-07:002009-05-06T12:42:22.896-07:00Nice Watch!Yesterday, I was eating pizza with Robin before our rehearsal and she said to me "So, what was going on on your blog today? I felt like I needed to console you." Which, struck me as so funny. I like to think that things actually happen on my blog.<br /><br />No, I mean, yesterday and today and forever I will just feel overwhelmed on behalf of people in hard situations... currently, those close to me who are without a job, ESPECIALLY those who have to support others. I can't imagine that pressure.<br /><br />A while back I mentioned something about this, but don't know if I ever blogged about it. Check out what I got in the mail:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgJ0p3hfhofHDFxEGzZuIw17-Wgd3izzGQQ8_I50OchXAm5JizSByxKg-KlTAgVxFrBM8klyDxhqgAjIUNAZDSUXCx-j9iLlUR8d0z3vU8NqyBMAtkvzO4__os_gFhQlGVt8bui72HxY/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgJ0p3hfhofHDFxEGzZuIw17-Wgd3izzGQQ8_I50OchXAm5JizSByxKg-KlTAgVxFrBM8klyDxhqgAjIUNAZDSUXCx-j9iLlUR8d0z3vU8NqyBMAtkvzO4__os_gFhQlGVt8bui72HxY/s400/Photo+28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332796012487429330" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So, I know you're thinking "nice watch!" but really what I want you to notice is this big foam roller! What do I need a foam roller for, you ask? Well, I don't, I need two, and two I have purchased. One for the office and one for home. See, I have a lot of back problems when I am forced to sit at a desk for such extended periods of time and although I managed to squeeze the office into buying a new chair I still struggle with quite a bit of pain. I honestly think this is just because I'm tall and not meant to sit comfortably in most regular human sized chairs, so my answer to this are these here foam rollers. It's a silly thing I do with them and I learned to do it at the chiropractor then continued the practice at the gym, but I literally just lie (lay? ! I never know which!) down on it and roll back and forth. It really cracks the old back and stretched out the muscles. I'm pretty addicted to it, thus my purchase of two big white foam rollers.<br /><br />I know, I'm ridiculous.<br /><br />Off to attempt to get done what I need to before class.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-83843418133600902492009-05-05T11:59:00.000-07:002009-05-05T12:25:10.909-07:00ChallengeI got my hairs cut today.<br />Stopped in with Zoran and he did the thing.<br />I'm getting better at "shootin' the shit" with those guys.<br />I'm safe if I come in with recent movies I've seen or something from the news. It's also a good idea to talk about how nothing is really different than last time I was there.<br /><br />I also made a quick trip downtown to turn in my CAAP grant revisions so I can get the money... within 6 to 8 weeks, only to be used by like 8 weeks later. This grant is a privilege but also seems to be a victim of the city's bureaucracy. After dropping off the packet I stopped into the Jamba Juice only to be surprised by a FREE drink! I guess they made the wrong drink for someone else, so offered it to me for free. Well, yes, of course I'll take it, even though it wasn't the one I wanted but I saved a good $4-5. Booyah.<br /><br />I received word last night that my brother has also lost his job. Two of the four siblings have fallen prey to a poor economy, and the one other than me owns his own business. I believe my job is secure, but my thankfulness for it has grown strong.<br /><br />Sometimes I get extremely frustrated by the ways in which life is challenging for many people. Today it seems heavy on my heart.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-25993410918620906732009-05-04T13:35:00.000-07:002009-05-04T14:28:36.517-07:00Out the WindowOooooh, Gosh.<br /><br />What a weekend of sun sun sunshine!<br /><br />Speaking of sunshine, check out this view from my bedroom window right now:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09HRWiMPQPdyuPYBd0DHlbFUlGN6BcmN4aKgXstnH0Fo4z_im6u9CCuLuNfom0YmLb5PRWlLXQXPwZRPlYAjWK4Y4D0zFd-Q5azdUpoTyoZbwKKDAciApIyFH2baEOc93uMqU9qj9f58/s1600-h/3325_605193904621_22018089_35736163_4117130_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09HRWiMPQPdyuPYBd0DHlbFUlGN6BcmN4aKgXstnH0Fo4z_im6u9CCuLuNfom0YmLb5PRWlLXQXPwZRPlYAjWK4Y4D0zFd-Q5azdUpoTyoZbwKKDAciApIyFH2baEOc93uMqU9qj9f58/s400/3325_605193904621_22018089_35736163_4117130_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332071471110974322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Not bad, eh? The thing is, that is an apple tree and will eventually turn into apples which seems charming and what not, but unattended trees that bear fruit are a MESS. It will be no time until I hear the regular thud of apples falling to the ground which, honestly sounds like someone rather than something falling. But for now, I enjoy the beautiful flowers that the sun shines through in the morning.<br /><br />I did my best to take advantage of the lovely sunshine and warm temps. I had a nice brunch on Saturday morning followed by sometime sitting in the sun and reading for my class. One would think that would be an ideal situation to get homework done, but I felt only distracted by how lovely it was an how lazy it made me feel. I got a nice bike ride in over to the lake on Sunday where the temps were a bit less summery, but still enjoyable. As a result, I have a red forehead and nose. I'm totally ok with that.<br /><br />I'm in a for a long one this week. Work, class, rehearsals, performance... and my parents come here on Friday for one of their typically quick trips. I'm looking forward to it.<br /><br />This is all for now.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-3646072485559030232009-05-01T07:59:00.000-07:002009-05-01T08:18:26.398-07:00How Fragile We AreOh, I really have so much to say this AM.<br /><br />My sister just emailed me to let me know that my niece had totaled their car this AM on the way to school. Apparently a girl driving in front of her was fighting with her brother and stopped the car in the middle of the road. Six kids were involved and everyone is ok, but the car capooey. Apparently this incident has reminded everyone of the days when Davin was 16? We're of course thankful everyone is ok, and I can't say I will ever forget when I flipped my car at the age of 16. It was maybe when I realized my mortality the most. Nothing like being flung about it in a huge heap of metal to remind you of how fragile you are.<br /><br />Sigh.<br /><br />Yesterday was my first day back at work after contracting what everyone insists upon labeling the swine flu. At this point, I'm just going to go with it for comic relief because as Mary says, if anyone is going to get swine flu, it will be me. It was incredible how much and how little I missed being gone for three days. I had a million small things to catch up on, but nothing of significance so I was able to ease back in to speaking with people regularly and sitting up right in a chair for hours at a time. Although I wasn't thrilled with my return, I was able to look forward to Linsey and I venturing to <a href="http://www.artropolischicago.com/">Artropolis</a> in the evening. I must say, the art seemed secondary to the people. Of course at these fairs you are able to see pieces by artists that you only read about and especially on level 12, the <a href="http://www.artchicago.com/">Art Chicago</a> level, where patrons were clad in suits and dresses, this was common place. But, when you head down to level 6, where the <a href="http://www.nextartfair.com/">Next</a> art fair is in full swing, you find that art is shown hand in hand with skinny jeans (myself included, I'll own that) and 20 somethings waiting in line for free Grolsch and popcorn. It was more of a party and as a result we had a run in with a number of faces from the past. It was entertaining, if not a little tiresome. I'm reminded when I attend these things that I need to do so more often. It is a necessary evil if one wants to be a part of a creative community.<br /><br />I refused to carry my umbrella to work today in protest of the frustratingly consistent rain that we have been subject to for, well, the last month. Srsly. Can we get a break? Apparently this is the second wettest month on record. That seems dirty and unfortunate.<br /><br />I also have a flat tire on my bicycle.<br /><br />But, it is Friday and I'm planning to make the most of it.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-56312773869832822352009-04-29T10:33:00.000-07:002009-04-29T10:39:39.356-07:00The Next DayToday I was planning to head to work, at least in the afternoon, but after sending a couple emails stating as much, I was promptly told that I should stay home. See, the president of the university actually sent a note out to everyone basically saying if you're sick, stay home. So, I obliged and took this final day to rest up and actually do some studying before my mid term examination this evening. Although, I must admit it is very difficult to get much studying done when the internet and television are so easily accessible. I've certainly watched enough tv in the last three days to last most good people a life time.<br /><br />In MUCH more important news, my father has turned 73 years old today. Imagine that? 73 years on this blessed earth. I spoke to him a bit about it and he told me how he now lived longer than his father, his grand father and his oldest brother. I can't quite imagine that feeling, but at the rate he's living I imagine he will out last many others as well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAgnj9iMiFH7X7sK8lahtA862ROtmBTi_BMEj-q5pA9W1g70uNlnUxFgw7UaYbB4eBsKBXCM0-lN0BDNOsrj02EMZWJPy51tifuGYxJela4PD09bNIdlNmMj8LrIwTIeb_3Xjw6iS-_0/s1600-h/012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAgnj9iMiFH7X7sK8lahtA862ROtmBTi_BMEj-q5pA9W1g70uNlnUxFgw7UaYbB4eBsKBXCM0-lN0BDNOsrj02EMZWJPy51tifuGYxJela4PD09bNIdlNmMj8LrIwTIeb_3Xjw6iS-_0/s400/012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330169124724636690" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I know I sing his praises a lot, but he's totally worth it. The best dude I know. Most admirable and the most interesting. I pray that I get a fraction of the cool jeans err genes he has been given.<br /><br />Here's to 73.<br /><br />I'm off to study.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-22456198790593656682009-04-28T16:05:00.001-07:002009-04-28T16:11:46.341-07:00Oink OinkOk, I've been in bed for the past three days and before you even start to think it let me declare publicly that I do not have swine flu.<br /><br />How do I know, you ask?<br /><br />Well, I'm getting better and according to the 1 million news reports I've watched on swine flu in the last three days I would not be feeling better at this point and I would have quite a fever. I did have a fever Sunday and Monday but it has since broke and I'm feeling like a less functional fraction of my old self.<br /><br />Seriously, being sick is the worst. I mean, I know that and when other people are sick I try to be empathetic, but I think you forget just how much it sucks to be stuck on your sofa for days at a time until it happens to you. It's one thing to have a cold, but another to not even be able to stay awake during a whole hour of the evening news. No eating, no coffee, none of the things that make me me.<br /><br />Today has been a bit better. I was feeling crazy antsy so I made my way to Panera Bread to try and ingest some soup as I don't have any in my house. It's about six block walk... maybe 5 and I made it only to be reminded that I haven't actually spoken to anyone face to face in a while and I had to ask the girl behind the counter to speak a bit more slowly. Anyway, I ate my soup, stared off into space for a good 30 min, then came back home and went to bed.<br /><br />Pooor me.<br /><br />I'm hoping that tomorrow I am back amongst the living as I have a midterm exam to take in the evening. I wish this down time meant that I was accomplishing things, like studying.<br /><br />I did discover this LOL while in my sick bed:<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUOH2LkD0pM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUOH2LkD0pM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-26282923497783750662009-04-24T07:57:00.000-07:002009-04-28T16:12:57.314-07:003 minutesI've watched this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nshFTGpNL2Q">commercial</a> a good five times.<br /><br />It is directed by Chris Cunningham who gained some notoriety for Bjork's "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjAoBKagWQA">All is full of love</a>" video.<br /><br />The Gucci ad is stunning. I wish it were a bit longer.<br /><br />I've been slow all around this week. For the most part the weather has been little more than a tease and my energy has been low. I'm hoping that today I can muster some energy to get the things done I need to. The other day at lunch, I was explaining to my coworkers how it is necessary for me to regularly wipe down my bathroom sink, toilet, tub etc because for some reason dust in the bathroom really grosses me out. They all thought I seemed a bit up tight about the situation, but as I was getting ready this morning I thought they would be pleased as my bathroom and the rest of my house for the matter is a mess. That maybe the object of my Friday night's affection: cleaning. When one works and goes to school and etc etc one can't seem to look forward to the weekend in the same way the rest do. OH WELL.<br /><br />Last night while riding on my bicycle I tried to keep up with this guy, bout my size, bout my shape who went speeding past me. I totally couldn't do it. He 100% lost me in like 3 minutes. I need to get back to the gym.<br /><br />Oh, and it is going to be over 80 degrees today.<br />I'm still freezing in my office.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-49659666884828379202009-04-21T08:23:00.000-07:002009-04-21T08:59:26.882-07:00to Tweet or to BlogI'm a bit torn these days over Blogging and Twittering. I know that the mere mention of Twitter makes some of you groan and I totally get that, but the more I think about and use it the more I think it is has relevance for someone like me say, over blogging. Particularly since I typically blog silly anecdotes about my life. Most of the time I'm not compiling in depth stories that require much thought, so I wonder if the microblog is actually more worth the energy. I said to Mary that I think that my initial understanding of Twitter was that it was TMI, but maybe now I think it is JEI or just enough information. Maybe the traditional blog is where the TMI exists.<br /><a href="http://twitter.com/styleofafool"><br />http://twitter.com/styleofafool</a><br /><br />I keep bringing up the Internet in my Urban and Community analysis class, which makes my prof roll her eyes everytime as she isn't one to subscribe to e-trends. I think one can't understand modern community and networking without the Internet, but she argues that it is not the real thing... I mean, I agree, but it is an off shoot of the real thing.<br /><br />I called my Mother and Father last night because I haven't been able to touch base with them lately. My mother went to the cardiologist yesterday and they are feeling rather good about her heart. It seems to be functioning normally, which is an answer to prayer. She seems generally good.<br /><br />The funny thing is, if ever I call my parents and they are watching television they insist upon explaining to me what is happening on the show they are watching. This typically can last for the first five minutes of conversation. Last night it was all about Gun Smoke, which my parents watch religiously (since they seem to think it still 1964.) I have to eventually remind them that I am not there and cannot see the TV so I'd rather just talk and then they can go back to watching it.<br /><br />My sister sent an email last night telling me that she had receieved word that she would probably lose her position as a music teacher next year. It seems the recession is hitting most everyone I know in one way or another. It's also terribly frustrating that the art teachers are the first to go.<br /><br />Because NPR and I are friends on Facebook, I became aware this morning that they are streamig St. Vincent's new album. It is pretty great. I particularly like "Marrow." Seems like lots of indie ladies are putting new albums out recently.<br /><br />Check it out: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=103138882&sc=fb&cc=fp<br /><br />Speaking of NPR, I was thinking how frustrating it is to be a donor to something and still have to listen to a pledge drive. I mean, I get it, but I've already donated. Isn't there a secret donors station where we don't have to listen to it all again?<br /><br />I have to run to a mtng now, but remind to speak about foam rollers later.<br />Bye.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-41420881577088363752009-04-20T08:43:00.000-07:002009-04-20T09:09:45.965-07:00Oh, Miracle of MiraclesI say this with the utmost of apprehension, but I think, just maybe, my tooth is getting better. I've taken significantly less pain medication this weekend and I'm feeling bits of relief. I don't want to say anymore for fear of jinxation, but !!!!<br /><br />Friday, Tina and I saw Adventureland, which I quite enjoyed. I was honestly a bit bored at first but as the story picked up a bit and I got more into the groove of the film I really enjoyed it. It is good little piece of nostalgia. Further on the topic of movies, last night I was fortunate enough (thanks to Linsey's DVR) to be able to watch Grey Gardens. It was all I expected. Actually, that is not true because I remember upon first seeing the advertisement, releasing a loud groan at what I thought would be a flubbed up version of reality. I mean it seems silly to try to build on a documentary that we've seen and known, but the result was quite successful. The makeup and costumes were incredible as was the acting. It's rather tragic. If you have the chance to catch it on demand or on dvd, I say give it a go.<br /><br />Most of the weekend was dedicated to homework with a brief stint singing at a benefit for the William Ferris Chorale. It was quite odd, taking place the in common room of a condo building, but it seemed the people enjoyed it. We also were rewarded with mini cheesecakes and free wine. I'll sing whatever you like if that is what I get afterwards.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-39298246795278883002009-04-17T11:04:00.000-07:002009-04-17T11:36:46.771-07:00This kind.Dear Friends,<br /><br />My frustration at this very moment has reached epic proportions. I say that hesitantly as I vowed not to use my blog as a forum for complaints, but I've just returned from the dentist's office and I can't remain silent about how simply terrible I feel about it all.<br /><br />See, I had this cavity filled six weeks ago and ever since then I've been in pain. Not just "ouch, that hurts" pain, but "OMG I MIGHT DIE" pain. It also is wake me from my sleep at 4am every night/morning kinda pain and I just can't deal with it anymore. I had a root canal to try and fix the problem and well, that didn't work. Since then I've just been praying and taking pain pills and that doesn't seem to be helping either.<br /><br />My trip to the dentist today just yielded more "wait and see." When mentioned extracting the tooth, I told him to go ahead. He thought I seemed too eager and told me that was a last resort. This is the second time in my life I've had a situation just like this, but last time I could point the finger more easily. This time it just seems to be blamed upon my body's inability to heal itself, or the tooth next to the tooth that was fixed being angry.<br /><br />Actually, I snapped a picture of my X-Ray. Look at what a mess I am.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMpWLRG9H17KrCPR4-Jd-PdTGQMNtk2RDWATBMJDWE8AVe3MAdmpymQT0gCZeSVX4ogoWjQXssM8hcqjCsmyRP07UvTlCEj2SR9vm0vTFxoapeJcWeh11bwALwGDjxEEpK9O6NpWBvJU/s1600-h/2905_602866758241_22018089_35658220_3532981_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMpWLRG9H17KrCPR4-Jd-PdTGQMNtk2RDWATBMJDWE8AVe3MAdmpymQT0gCZeSVX4ogoWjQXssM8hcqjCsmyRP07UvTlCEj2SR9vm0vTFxoapeJcWeh11bwALwGDjxEEpK9O6NpWBvJU/s400/2905_602866758241_22018089_35658220_3532981_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325730487256317138" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Have you ever seen anything like it? How about that impacted wisdom tooth. They say that isn't a problem... But for now, I just wait and see and try not to keep complaining.<br /><br />This morning I attended the CAAP grant recipient breakfast, which was quite the scene. All Chicago artists who had applied for and received money from the city to make art. I couldn't help but sit there and think about how most of these folks really identify as artists and I feel like I just take pictures... and frankly, I don't do too much of that these days. It was good to be in that company and a reminder that I need to keep moving. I also found out that I will be able to get some feedback from the process as apparently there are notes taken based on what the panel said with regards to your application, so in June I will have a meeting and hear about those notes. Maybe in June I'll feel more like and artist.<br /><br />Finally, this morning I awoke to a text message from CNN. I have signed up for these and found them extremely useful as they alert you only occasionally about significant events that take place. For instance, when the pirate rescue thing happened I got a text message. Anyway, my text message this morning (at 7am!) alerted me to the fact that Ashton Kutcher had reached 1 million Twitter followers, beating CNN in a contest. Really!? Really, CNN!? You're gonna use my text messages for information like that? I rolled my drowsy eyes and then went back to sleep.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-4335721136280983252009-04-16T07:26:00.000-07:002009-04-16T07:43:38.363-07:00In ThreesI'm sitting here drinking coffee out of a mason jar and eating "weight control" oatmeal because I couldn't find the "less sugar" version that I usually get. I don't think the "weight control" is actually less sugar, I think it is just a marketing scheme to get us fatties to buy it. Well, it worked.<br /><br />I sang at this funeral yesterday in Berwyn for a lady that I did not know. But it was all rather strange for me as I was not able to attend Jane's funeral in Michigan and this funeral happened at the exact same hour for a woman who was the exact same age. It seemed oddly serendipitous, or as my father would say "divine providence."<br /><br />Jessica has a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00154JDAI/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=&ref=pd_sl_18mqco62ua_e">Kindle</a>. If I weren't a student who was required to read scholarly texts, I think that I would also like a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00154JDAI/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=&ref=pd_sl_18mqco62ua_e">Kindle</a>.<br /><br />I'm still dealing with a tooth ache. It has been nearly 5 weeks. In that five weeks I've been to the dentist as many times and have had a root canal. I can say that it is better than it was, but this morning I was awoken at 4am with terrible pain. I was visualizing myself strangling the dentist in an effort to lull myself back to sleep.<br /><br />Have I told you that my communications instructor has a stutter? He often repeats things three times. It's ironic, but maybe apropos. I was thinking last night that I would embrace his repetition as a way in which I may be able to remember what he is saying... repetition of threes.<br /><br />I'm getting a new computer here at work today. I will try and show it as it is quite redonk. It is a 24" iMac. One could take it home, hang it on their wall and watch movies with much satisfaction. It is bigger than my TV in my living room. I'm not complaining, but I find it quite humorous given the nature of my job.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800563963395254952.post-78547283294764796762009-04-13T14:19:00.000-07:002009-04-13T14:36:32.291-07:00I don't want to complainI complete marathon Easter weekend only to realize I am embarking upon marathon after Easter week.<br /><br />My dilemma right now is that I don't want to complain.<br /><br />If I were to blog proper right now it would be an all out rant about a number of things. My teeth would be at the top of the list, but I've vowed to stop talking about it for now.<br /><br />And like I've said before, I know that when people take the time to blog how busy they are it can be epicly annoying, so I wont go there either.<br /><br />So, I'll just take one moment and say that I had a wonderful Easter brunch at Christina's home. I would imagine 25 of us had a wonderful brunch that brought me into an afternoon coma which I went home to fight off and do homework. That kind of brunch makes me happy to be an urbanite. I don't know how to expand upon that, but it does.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNSAWxkCY2fkjpwxxQnF5sJtMjaR1Cn4fnqpnFmrl1jftjlNBL9Y75XbHa1dj4zeuEQzTppqnQEdGy6rxMRSNPoQUDsY22g0IgGchR2Palt1IWQwultM5VgIJorBV7mVQIluEv8T5fbFI/s1600-h/P1000251-2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNSAWxkCY2fkjpwxxQnF5sJtMjaR1Cn4fnqpnFmrl1jftjlNBL9Y75XbHa1dj4zeuEQzTppqnQEdGy6rxMRSNPoQUDsY22g0IgGchR2Palt1IWQwultM5VgIJorBV7mVQIluEv8T5fbFI/s400/P1000251-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291656479733890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3scD4MbzBAR8ACpkUHkK4nZyK94mYi1VZv-A9yzUtML_EbfOcslutc7HGFkcMtDLkkRGSAYR9uRV8EZKMi3LR4iKYgyR-zbihxvuASiuwX1UnWbQtCKB8fR_znZkcxOVKReMebczhWPw/s1600-h/P1000248-2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3scD4MbzBAR8ACpkUHkK4nZyK94mYi1VZv-A9yzUtML_EbfOcslutc7HGFkcMtDLkkRGSAYR9uRV8EZKMi3LR4iKYgyR-zbihxvuASiuwX1UnWbQtCKB8fR_znZkcxOVKReMebczhWPw/s400/P1000248-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291657988532674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqzcLoagRuCDbupwT7jNMY7Epx-N4KH2lWs4VV2xnqidPFEH8aobKDteu___jQgCqXQtxZIrNGS4Y8Ag7pLcKou4HuWnxyG2gGRP2rquG2A6mnm_aZIa3OyYP-q_FwSdccEDTaPPTm8k/s1600-h/P1000246-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqzcLoagRuCDbupwT7jNMY7Epx-N4KH2lWs4VV2xnqidPFEH8aobKDteu___jQgCqXQtxZIrNGS4Y8Ag7pLcKou4HuWnxyG2gGRP2rquG2A6mnm_aZIa3OyYP-q_FwSdccEDTaPPTm8k/s400/P1000246-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291651341088802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwT70LPQNGOL5mOePATKvgan0luEQYdvvdmTGjpzbbqpO2I70EOw7yl9hNSZ1AqRRTLX0t2_IGyZGEaISQBa5SsZchVMizFSrDb4Q3oOT_bVIEUi2ajfMzDBxQfcZfIPGIol7dH80c6w/s1600-h/P1000230-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwT70LPQNGOL5mOePATKvgan0luEQYdvvdmTGjpzbbqpO2I70EOw7yl9hNSZ1AqRRTLX0t2_IGyZGEaISQBa5SsZchVMizFSrDb4Q3oOT_bVIEUi2ajfMzDBxQfcZfIPGIol7dH80c6w/s400/P1000230-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291650940209154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZn2H6RAmkrSuon-_bQ49yqOo2HrKGBuMnWDkjTn6N_I5H0wIFLK4BkGBrNC3d3vufaw9EQLlrCX1xgCJ7ZZzW9MHiQsQy5gPXPBHbbzGYkbY-DAsUX0nVxmBrKX5zrLJiH3N0OsEU0iA/s1600-h/P1000229-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZn2H6RAmkrSuon-_bQ49yqOo2HrKGBuMnWDkjTn6N_I5H0wIFLK4BkGBrNC3d3vufaw9EQLlrCX1xgCJ7ZZzW9MHiQsQy5gPXPBHbbzGYkbY-DAsUX0nVxmBrKX5zrLJiH3N0OsEU0iA/s400/P1000229-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291648028364738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sorry, this is mostly just food, I guess. There were people there too.<br /><br />I also managed to stop into see the Valentino documentary with Charlie on Saturday which was really great. It is a good piece of a escapist cinematography. Precisely what I was looking for this weekend.<br /><br />Finally, I will say I was a bit resistant to the new <a href="http://www.yeahyeahyeahs.com/">Yeah Yeah Yeahs</a> album, but it has grown on me and I'm playing it nonstop. Same goes for <a href="http://www.batforlashes.com/">Bat for Lashes</a>. Although, when listening to this album you have to get beyond the Kate Bush element. Once you do, it is really a great piece of audio.<br /><br />I'm off to class.Davin Youngshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234290566601424401noreply@blogger.com0