I got back two tests this week. One in music, one in philosophy. I did all of the reading for thesecond and not a whole hell of a lot for the first. Yet somehow, I pulled a B+ on my music midterm and a C- in Philosophy. I guess I know my popular music better than I think critically. At the same time, I know that I'm a second semester senior, am interviewing for jobs, am trying to help make sure that this fraternity is still around when I come back for homecoming, and trying to make it to work on time 3 nights a week.
I had two interviews in the last week. The first one was last friday with a bank. It was my first interview and i think it went alright. I walked out feeling like I could have done a whole hell of a lot better, but then, that was to be expected. I'd give myself a B- for overall performance. Unfortunately, I didn't think about what specific direction I was going to take with questions in general, just about answers to specific questions. The second interview (Monday) went much better. It was for a sales position for a company which seems to be growing rapidly. I had a much better game plan and sold the specific strengths which I possess which fit the job requirements. It helps having a father who spent 30 years in sales, a sister who was responsible for a major insurance company's Indiana sales district, and a brother-in-law who sells telecom systems. I was pumped coming out of the second interview and with a little luck, I should be able to get a second interview with at least the second company, if not the first.
Normally, I don't call my folks all that often. Usually, every couple of weeks, one of them leaves me a message to call them back. Since I started interviewing, for some reason I keep calling my dad at his office. Even though he and I have largely different priorities in a lot of respects, I want to let him know about the things that he's taught me that I've applied. He and I are a lot alike, but he thinks I should be focusing on getting a great, longterm job, where I just want to end up in the Washington D.C. area with a good job. I think he thinks that is too limiting. I'm figuring "Shit! Its D.C. There's gotta be some good stuff up there to do. Nevertheless, his opinion on my approach to things and my methods to getting where I want to go means more to me than I thought it would. I knew it would be important, but I guess that because I've been such a slack-ass most of my life, I want him to be a close witness to any turnaround.
Dana came into town Friday night. She could only stay through Saturday afternoon, but I really needed the time. I'm not going to see her for a couple of weeks and every little bit of time counts. I'm still amazed that freshman year, I could go 5-8 weeks without seeing the girl I was dating at the time and not be that phased by it. The next time I see her will be part way through Spring Break. I still haven't worked out my rides, but I'm following up some leads on getting north.
The band I'm in had a gig this past weekend. It went fairly well. The first half was a little ragged...okay, more than a little. We were having trouble with feedback and with the monitors, so each of us had trouble hearing what anybody else was doing. It wasn't exactly tight to put it mildly. The second half went much better. We closed with a song that we had only gotten right all the way through once, at practice the day before. We cooked all the way through it. I don't know when the last time I came off of a tune that pleased with myself. It moved faster and grooved harder than almost anything else we do, and I got some good feedback on it from a couple of guys I work with that caught the second half of the performance. Jack and Mads (among others) even came out to catch the show. Its rare that my friends make that big turnout for one of our gigs, considering that most of the people who show up are friends of our singer and our drummer. Not a bad end to a nice weekend.
I told Jacob that I would mention him in my post for fun. He seems a bit perplexed as to the origin of his pseudonym. He has told me that the way Allison's posts read (his name, his being her piano teacher, and a lot of other references) make him sound like a member of the music faculty. He's not...really...he's just been around that often for that long. He puts a great deal of time and energy into his areas of interest. He's provided a degree of stability to a lot of things around here that might otherwise be turned on there heads. Actually, a lot of this is just horse shit. I'm kissing his ass on line because I owe him for a big favor. Thanks you sir. Your a good friend (and a better conductor...).
No new music stuff this week. I'm still waiting for the new Agents of Good Roots disc to come out. It was due today, but the Band Box still hadn't gotten any copies. I'll check back later in the week to see if they've gotten it in. If I get ahold of it, I'll probably mention it next week. In the meantime, check out their official website at
Its got some cool band photos (including one of them onstage with John Popper) and the lyrics to all of there songs. Good stuff.
Alright...I'm gonna wrap this shit up. Its 1:10 in the morning and I wanna go to bed soon. As Mads can't read my post, somebody tell her that I said that Penguins fans are a bunch of redneck, brain dead, butt munches. I'm sure she'll find the maturity and wit a definite step up from what she's used to from me.
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