HIREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAA!!!

What is up? I am Twenty-four now. I am twenty-four now and I have a job now. A job is what I have and twenty-four is what I am. Word.

Haiku for you
Unemployment sucks!
Find yourself a job flute boy.
Me? Professional?

So, this is probably my last real blog entry that won't have to be academic sounding. Hmmm. Sad. From now on my entries will probably be like...
Today I was thinking about the legato in the thrid mvt. of the Bach partita. Blah blah blah. Or I could just write about what I spend all the money I make on. That'd be fun, too. Woo-hoo.

seasons

How you gonna be have a -12 in January and then turn around and be all 97 degrees in May? I mean, WTF mate, WTF? Minnesota...boo. Lessons with Bart Feller today. Awesome teacher. Prepare for major rant when Gustavus officially rejects me this week.

Silly little rabbit, tricks are for kids.
Silly little John Samuel, jobs are for grown-ups.

Interview audition recital

Friday I'm heading down to Gustavus to be 'interviewed' to teach flute. I will talk with the committee. Then I will have to play a mini recital. (I found out about that YESTERDAY.) I'm also going to teach a few 20 minute lessons. It should be fun. I'm looking forward to teaching the lessons, and I'm headed to school to practice for the mini-recital now. I wonder how many other people they are considering. I know you're not suppossed to think about that stuff, and it would be better for me not to, but I can't help but wonder. As long as I don't make a fool of myself Friday I'll consider the whole ordeal a success.

Its raining, its pouring

This morning I got a phone call from Gustavus Adolphus College. They 'very much' want to speak to me regarding the flute position there. So, yay. To celebrate I went for a walk. Upon my return there was another message. This one was from Underwater World Aquarium. They want to speak to me about being an animal interpreter. So, yay.

Disgust

So, last night me, Paul, Kristen, and Becky went to hear Minn Orch play. Sharon Bezaly played the Aho flute concerto. I have never witnessed anything quite as ridiculous as this woman in my entire life. She came out looking like she'd just been invited to play by Jesus. Her sound was very beautiful. Fine. But then she started freakin' dancing in the rests. Like, Elaine from Seinfield dancing. I am not exaggerating. Sista' even put her flute DOWN once to dance with both hands!! And when she wasn't playing for a couple measures, she would pretend like she was getting ready to, just in case the audience might have taken their eyes off of her for a second to listen to the orchestra. (Perish the thought!) She also used circular breathing for EVERYTHING, which was neat, except for the cocaine snorts that covered up her sound, and the fact that sometimes music does, in fact, breathe. She played Bach for an encore and she even circular breathed through that. What the Hell? I have never seen such a diva in my life, and I am bewildered at how she can get away with all that shit. Someone needs to stop her before she pollutes the minds of young flutists everywhere and we all have to study interpretive dance in addition to flute. This picture is for you Molly Bezaly...it's as diva as I will ever get because I play music to play music--not to be adored and lusted after and not to get the most money or the most attention. I'm sorry Daddy didn't love you enough, and I am truly dismayed that your amazing talents are overshadowed by your need to be more important than the music you play so well.

Bart Feller

So, the one and only Bart Feller will be teaching lessons here in Minneapolis next week. Not only do I get to have one, but he's teaching them in my house. Do I feel cool? No. But I do feel excited!

the hunt

I am getting ready to go out and find a job. I do not want said job, and I don't intend to keep said job for very long. Said job must be very flexible, as I will need a total of five weeks off this summer. Said job must not involve food, young children, or folding any sort of clothing. Said job must not require scrubbing off of anything or anyone. I will never find said job.

This is an old song,
these are old blues.
This is not my tune
but it's mine to use.

-joanna newsom
kudos to Kristen.

done

I be done with school. They gave me a master's degree. Heeheeheehee! Crazy gophers.

life after college?

So, I had the entire day off today, and after a week full of hellish fire lined hoops to jump through one would think I would have relished every second. To be honest, the morning was nice. I slept a lot. Then I had lunch and I watched a movie. Nice. Then I slept again for an hour or so. Nice. Then I woke up...and. AHHHHHHHHH. Oh my God, I didn't know what to do with myself! So, this led to a slew of job applications for some pretty colorful positions. I mean, I saw some good ones. I won't divulge too much too soon, but, I may be the next Sharky at Underwater World. What a life.

I've decided in my quest to help the world that I don't want my blog to only be a 'woe is me' and/or 'I rock' type thing, so I've decided I will also give advice. So, all you peeps out there, you should send me yours problems and I will solve them for you. Like this:

Dear Bob,

I feel very sad when I think about ferrets.
What do I do?

Help,
Chung-Lee
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Dear Chung-Lee,

You are a very funny person. You should buy a forty and 20 chicken nuggets. Then you'll be sad because you're drunk and fat. At least ferrets won't be an issue.

Think Ferrets!,
just kidding,
Bob.

Inquisition

Tomorrow people are going to ask me things. I will be expected to answer them. Then they will argue with me, and I will be expected to defend myself. Sounds like an everyday thing, 'cept for the whole 'degree hanging in the balance' issue. Other than that, no biggie.

I can't stand haiku
Stupid puns on syllables
What a waste of time.