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| Momento for the SunshineI've spent the last chunk of undetermined time allowing Ms. Eva
Cassidy's amazing voice to soothe my mind and soul while I sit here on
a couch and waver between spacing out and searching for random,
worthless information on the web. I would've loved to hear the woman
live.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
It's not warm when she's away,
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
and she's always gone too long,
anytime he goes away.
Her
rendition is so calm but her phrasing so smooth and perfect. It's the
right amount of soul, the right amount of jazz, and just the right
amount of gentle rhythm. Like the breaking dawn after days of rain.
It's like a mirror that reflects the opposite of what I'm feeling. It's
the perfect antidote to the tense, pressure filled, tired mind. My
thinking has become sporadic, my focus nearly non existent.
I suppose I could simplify things. Overcompensate, be overly decisive
and just choose something. And if such choices carried no consequences
I probably would have done just that. But since they don't, well I'm
stuck listening to my newfound love.
Though honestly, that's not such a bad option after all.
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| Should I stay in Hong Kong?
我應五應該0係香港留底?
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| What's This?I come back to xanga after several months of dead time and it seems xanga has gone out of style.
Finally.
Sort of.
I think I say that with too much enthusiasm. I've always appreciated the opportunities the online world has provided, especially with regards to keeping in touch. But in the same way sometimes I feel like it's cheapened it, made it too easy. To the point where the actions are never taken to have real connection again. I speak of things like e-mails longer than two sentences, phone calls, hell even snail mail.
Don't get me wrong. Skype is a blessing. Facebook has been a blessing. E-mail, has been a godsend.
Perhaps I'm simply spoiled. Or unappreciative. Or both. Probably all. | | |
| From Beyond the "Grave"Thanks to my awesome computer skills (read: searching for how to use a proxy), I've figured out how to bypass the "Great Firewall of...you know where" and post here. Though I'm sure a happier entry would normally be in store for such a momentous occasion (dubious, at best), this entry will be, well I'm not sure how to describe it.
In fact I'll just cut to the chase. The rumor was that I would be back in the States in August.
Well ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who are eagerly anticipating my arrival and have prepared signs, flags, confetti, bottles of champagne (all...two of you...my parents who don't even read this), you'll have to wait a bit longer. How much longer? I don't even know at this point.
The reason being, I'm not going to grad school. Yup. That road is currently blocked off to me. Will I try to kick down the roadblock? Maybe. Maybe in two years. Maybe never. But who knows.
So because I'm not going to grad school, the obvious next step is, I have to find a job and start building a different kind of career. And the obvious question that follows is, where will I be?
I'm not sure. But I do know that I'll be in Hong Kong longer than I planned. Maybe I'll be back in the States by September. Maybe October. Maybe October of next year. Honestly I don't even know.
But I will be back, and I absolutely expect that all of us will get together and hang out like we did before I left. And since I can hear you promising through the internet cables that run under the ocean, I'm holding you to it. | | |
| Bridge for the RunawayFor those of you who don't already know, in two days I'm once again leaving the country. Like last time, I'm planning to be gone for five months. And unlike last time, I'm not longer going to the energetic citystate of Hong Kong, but the massive machine known as China.
I'll be spending five months there teaching some high schoolers a little language known as English. Call it a destroying of their culture if you wish, but if they're going to learn English anyway, I would prefer they learn it properly instead of believing that "f" and "ph" are interchangeable, or that names come in male and female variants, leading to little girls being named Lucifer.
Of course, this trip comes with several side goals as well. For one, I don't have anything much better to do while I wait to hear back from grad schools. I also wouldn't mind spending some time adventuring around the world. Teaching will be a revealing experience for me too, possibly illuminating my interest in the career, or lack there of, depending on how this whole trip goes I suppose. And I also get a bonus--many of my friends live in Asia, increasing the chances that I will be able to see them again.
I would suppose the whole point of this entry is to--for the next five months--redirect you to somewhere else. All...five of you who read this. Xanga, and a host of other blogging sites are blocked in China, so, I had to create another blog. I'll update to it while I'm in China, and plan to keep it a pretty well maintained, and semi professional looking. I would say serious, but to say I'd only talk about serious issues would be a blunder.
http://danhom.blogspot.com
Anyway, as they say so poignantly in Oceans' 13...
See you when I see you.
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