I need a fresh start, a new place to flesh out ideas and formulate opinions. So, I'm abandoning this blog for a new space, which can be found here:
http://www.eachdayaline.blogspot.com
20 September 2008
06 June 2008
Life Update...
This is way overdue, I know, but I thought I would let you all know what's been going on in my life since I left Martha's Vineyard 42 days ago.
A week after taking that ferry from Vineyard Haven to Woods Hole, I made my way west to participate in commencement. I met up with fellow graduates Jenny Baird (Semester 12) and Mallory Graham (Semester 13), feeling an immediate level of kinship with them both. This kinship quickly turned to jealousy as they told stories of the CMC reunion that had taken place a week before.
Graduation itself was a strange experience. There was the euphoric sense of accomplishment that I had been expecting but a stronger sordid disconnect that accompanied these emotions. Jenny and I were both struck with how close we felt to the people we had spent three months with verses three-and-a-half years. I don't think I knew more than five people in my graduating class by more than a distant name-and-face knowledge.
I returned to PA and worked the craziest week of the floral fiscal year: Mother's Day. I actually love working holidays because the days are packed and there is no downtime. It makes me feel productive.
After Mother's Day, I began to send out more resumes, trying to find summer work nearby. I got a phone call from Tara-Leigh Cobble, an independent singer/songwriter who lives in New York City. She offered me an internship to help her with booking and artist/tour management. Needless to say, I took the offer and began to make every effort to make it work out.
So I'm writing this from an apartment in downtown New York. I'm living near the World Trade Center, close to the Hudson, reminding me of another beloved Island. Along with the internship, I'm waiting to hear back from the Apple Store about a retail position at the Soho branch and am working out a deal with a music store near Columbus Circle to hopefully begin teaching private piano lessons as well.
It's crazy how much happens so quickly. I'm astonished I'm even here, but feel so grateful for the opportunities. I am indebted to many of you for equipping me and encouraging me towards this. And, if any of you are in the city, look me up. I would love to see you!
Peace,
Lori
A week after taking that ferry from Vineyard Haven to Woods Hole, I made my way west to participate in commencement. I met up with fellow graduates Jenny Baird (Semester 12) and Mallory Graham (Semester 13), feeling an immediate level of kinship with them both. This kinship quickly turned to jealousy as they told stories of the CMC reunion that had taken place a week before.
Graduation itself was a strange experience. There was the euphoric sense of accomplishment that I had been expecting but a stronger sordid disconnect that accompanied these emotions. Jenny and I were both struck with how close we felt to the people we had spent three months with verses three-and-a-half years. I don't think I knew more than five people in my graduating class by more than a distant name-and-face knowledge.
I returned to PA and worked the craziest week of the floral fiscal year: Mother's Day. I actually love working holidays because the days are packed and there is no downtime. It makes me feel productive.
After Mother's Day, I began to send out more resumes, trying to find summer work nearby. I got a phone call from Tara-Leigh Cobble, an independent singer/songwriter who lives in New York City. She offered me an internship to help her with booking and artist/tour management. Needless to say, I took the offer and began to make every effort to make it work out.
So I'm writing this from an apartment in downtown New York. I'm living near the World Trade Center, close to the Hudson, reminding me of another beloved Island. Along with the internship, I'm waiting to hear back from the Apple Store about a retail position at the Soho branch and am working out a deal with a music store near Columbus Circle to hopefully begin teaching private piano lessons as well.
It's crazy how much happens so quickly. I'm astonished I'm even here, but feel so grateful for the opportunities. I am indebted to many of you for equipping me and encouraging me towards this. And, if any of you are in the city, look me up. I would love to see you!
Peace,
Lori
12 May 2008
Last night I volunteered for the Skillet/TFK/Decyfer Down tour. Though I haven't worked a show in a while, I found it was easy to get back into the flow of how the event typically goes. It was a good night, sold-out show with a packed house of 1500 and many willing to buy the TFK merchandise I ended up selling.
The show was a long 3 1/2 hrs with a two-hour teardown afterwards. Here are a few of my favorite moments from last night:
- The peanut butter chocolate cake Jesse scavenged from catering
- TFK's intro music, Ennio Morricone's film score from The Good, The Bad & The Ugly
- The "emergency gaff tape" stuck inside a glass box
- Amber texting Decyfer's backstage number for fun...and winning
- Skillet's "Best Kept Secret" encore followed by anticlimactic, Jars of Clay exit music
And for the favorite quote of the night:
"I admire your strength...and your earrings." - Bob, event volunteer to me during load-out
The show was a long 3 1/2 hrs with a two-hour teardown afterwards. Here are a few of my favorite moments from last night:
- The peanut butter chocolate cake Jesse scavenged from catering
- TFK's intro music, Ennio Morricone's film score from The Good, The Bad & The Ugly
- The "emergency gaff tape" stuck inside a glass box
- Amber texting Decyfer's backstage number for fun...and winning
- Skillet's "Best Kept Secret" encore followed by anticlimactic, Jars of Clay exit music
And for the favorite quote of the night:
"I admire your strength...and your earrings." - Bob, event volunteer to me during load-out
04 May 2008
Dear Former Classmates:
Today is the day we graduate. Or we were supposed to. To tell you the truth, when they told us to look to the left, look to the right, I didn't believe any of us would be a statistic. I didn't buy into the myth.
But slowly, surely, only a third of my initial friends left, or transferred, and now I only know two or three of the near five hundred graduating today. Am I saddened by this? Maybe. Disappointed? It's worn off. But I'll tell you a few things I'm not expressing at your absence.
For most of you, I do not agree with what the baccalaureate speaker said about those seated before him working the hardest. Being the most determined. I still know you, I know how you're making things happen in your lives and have more self-motivation than I could ever dream of having.
I do not believe we robed and tasseled today are better than those who haven't made it here yet. One more semester or a few more years, you'll get here and have the same joy/relief/fear/anticipation that I do right now.
That said, I do not believe a degree is a be-all, end-all. Hell, it's just a piece of paper. Some of you have discovered this and are actually doing things with your life. That makes me so happy for you.
But slowly, surely, only a third of my initial friends left, or transferred, and now I only know two or three of the near five hundred graduating today. Am I saddened by this? Maybe. Disappointed? It's worn off. But I'll tell you a few things I'm not expressing at your absence.
For most of you, I do not agree with what the baccalaureate speaker said about those seated before him working the hardest. Being the most determined. I still know you, I know how you're making things happen in your lives and have more self-motivation than I could ever dream of having.
I do not believe we robed and tasseled today are better than those who haven't made it here yet. One more semester or a few more years, you'll get here and have the same joy/relief/fear/anticipation that I do right now.
That said, I do not believe a degree is a be-all, end-all. Hell, it's just a piece of paper. Some of you have discovered this and are actually doing things with your life. That makes me so happy for you.
01 May 2008
A Well-Deserved Victory
There are many things wrong with the current music biz. It's refreshing to see something work in the artists' favor.
http://www.ascap.com/press/2008/0430_ratecourtdecision.aspx
http://www.ascap.com/press/2008/0430_ratecourtdecision.aspx
30 April 2008
Madness/Miraculous...
Well, I have an excuse to move to New York...an internship. I'm uber excited and amazed and nervous and over-emotional, but mostly excited. Time to become all that is starving artist!
27 April 2008
Whatever & Ever...
So I attended church for the first time in four months today. Maybe that's not quite accurate. I mean, I visit this church every Sunday. But today I guess was the first traditional church service I've attended since January.
At any rate, I knew this would be a change, that it would be a difficult thing to get through, this reintroduction to the traditional, normal worship service. Because I don't attend my parents' church on a regular basis, this makes the transition back into this part of "real life" all the more difficult, as people really don't know me, don't recognize me, and have little to say to me, except for the casual "Oh, is your sister back from college, too?"
I'm sorry, I'm rambling. It really was a good day, but for untraditional reasons. I didn't really find God at church today. I found him this morning after the thunderstorm that crashed into our house last night. I found him later, in that same house when I was alone and free to pray aloud with no one but the dog (and God, of course...ha) to hear. I found him in this Nada Surf song that I re-stumbled across this evening, reminding me of the true reasons embedded in the last half-year or so, what I've been learning all along. Like the Hornby story I read a few weeks ago, Jesus is where you find him, and perhaps where he finds you.
I've just begun the journey of processing all I have learned, and I feel that getting back into this church culture will be the most difficult. I was a jagged piece before all this happened, and I've become rougher still. I fear I may not fit in here again, and it's a fear that fuels and doesn't extinguish...whatever that means.
At any rate, I knew this would be a change, that it would be a difficult thing to get through, this reintroduction to the traditional, normal worship service. Because I don't attend my parents' church on a regular basis, this makes the transition back into this part of "real life" all the more difficult, as people really don't know me, don't recognize me, and have little to say to me, except for the casual "Oh, is your sister back from college, too?"
I'm sorry, I'm rambling. It really was a good day, but for untraditional reasons. I didn't really find God at church today. I found him this morning after the thunderstorm that crashed into our house last night. I found him later, in that same house when I was alone and free to pray aloud with no one but the dog (and God, of course...ha) to hear. I found him in this Nada Surf song that I re-stumbled across this evening, reminding me of the true reasons embedded in the last half-year or so, what I've been learning all along. Like the Hornby story I read a few weeks ago, Jesus is where you find him, and perhaps where he finds you.
I've just begun the journey of processing all I have learned, and I feel that getting back into this church culture will be the most difficult. I was a jagged piece before all this happened, and I've become rougher still. I fear I may not fit in here again, and it's a fear that fuels and doesn't extinguish...whatever that means.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
