петък, юни 30, 2006

School's Out

School's out, school's out
Teacher let the monkeys out
One went east
One went west
One went up the teacher's dress




(Grad school version)*

School's out, school's out
Teacher let the monkeys out
One was jailed
One prevailed
Both asked God, "How have I failed?"

*From "Life in Hell" by Matt Groening

понеделник, юни 26, 2006

Blah Blah Blah Blah Junior Achievement Blah Blah Blah

Some of the 10th grade students who participated in Junior Achievement and I went to Varna a few weeks ago to present our business at the All-Bulgarian JA Expo thingy.

Here we are the day before the expo setting up our booth. On the left, I was trying to explain to Stefka the finer points of Keynesian economics.



Here's Teodora, the president of our virtual company, receiving the award for Best Team.







Still suffering a little bit from jet lag, I got up early to see the sunrise over the Black Sea.

петък, юни 23, 2006

Another Pointless Post

Instead of saving Bulgaria, I spend most of my time these days obsessing over my music collection. Let me tell you, my taste in music is legendary and does make me cooler than you.

I cruise a lot of the MP3 blogs on the net, which has allowed me to stay in touch with the American hipster underground, of which I am not the king, but possibly a duke or a baron.

So since no one else has a problem opinionating about everything and everyone online, I thought that occassioinally I'd list a few songs that came up on my Itunes party shuffle during my morning preparations (i.e. my vigorous toilette) for school, and briefly comment on them. This idea was ripped off from the random rules feature at the Onion A.V. Club site, I don't have a .mac account so I can't post the MP3s, and I'm doing this more or less so I don't have to discuss chronic health problems with the ladies hanging out in the учителска стая this morning. I refer you again to the title above.

1. "Crystal" Husker Du (from the "Candy Apple Grey" album).
This album sucks. I bought it back in the day because I was the owner of the Rolling Stone Album Guide, wherein it is written that Candy Apple Grey is Husker Du's best album. Whatever. Rolling Stone reviewers, from my experience, smoke crack. They gave "Wowee Zowee" 2 and a half stars, if memory serves. The production on "CAG" is tinny, the songs are weak, and the Grant Hart songs blow the Bob Mould songs out of the water. That being said, "Crystal" is one of the better songs because Bob does a lot of random, spontaneous screaming. Does anyone know how to type umlauts on a mac?

2. "Tabla in Suburbia" Sonic Youth (from the "suBurbia" soundtrack)
Steve Shelley is one of the best drummers in the world, and this little snippet of something is not really Sonic Youth per se: just Steve's drumming mixed to the front with some guitar stuff going on the background. This is the only SY I can think of that has bongos on it. As for the album itself, eh. Cultural detreius from the 90's, like the movie, and not aging very well in our new millenium.

3. "Eat Y'self Fitter" the Fall (from the "Totally Wired" compilation)
The Fall is one of those bands whose bad songs are still pretty good. You have to kind of buy into Mark E. Smith's aesthetic, which is so weird that you are either taken with it or at the very least find it amusing. The music on this song is dumb and plodding, like a lot of Fall songs, but its so tossed off as to have a charm to it. And MES knows how to pick his rhythm section so as to make the most elementary songs sound propulsive. Lovably eccentric, its too bad the Fall doesn't play their old stuff anymore live.

4. "A Pistol For Paddy Garcia" The Pogues (from "Rum, Sodomy and the Lash")
It seems that there are a few things that make good albums great:
1. The occasional instrumental to cleanse the pallette
2. Swapping of vocal duties between members of the band
3. Variety in song tempos
"Rum, Sodomy and the Lash" has all of these things. This song has a Mexico by way of Irish folk music thing going on that's pretty cool, and perhaps would be something that your parents might enjoy. Until, that is, they hear the way Shane McGowan punks up the other folk songs on the album.

5. "Like A Rolling Stone (Live)" Bob Dylan (from "Bob Dylan: MTV Unplugged")
I have two other versions of this song in my Itunes - the original studio version off of "Highway 61 Revisited" and from the infamous live performance at the Royal Albert Hall. The "Unplugged" version is my favorite. Bob's voice is pretty ragged on this album, but a couple of the choruses it rises up to keen "How does it feeeeeeelll??". Incredibly, it's one of the most emotional performances I've heard him give, but of course I might be fooled by the slick production and the great organ parts.

CUA Law School Graduation

In which the long awaited photos from Anna's graduation are posted.





What began as an engaging discussion about our favorite types of cheese



turned into a strangling match when Daniel couldn't get behind my love of camembert.

сряда, юни 21, 2006

If Blogs Were Horses, Self-Obsessed Idiots Would Ride



Hello again from the land in which I live. Because I am not telling anyone anymore about this blog, and nobody links to it, and even I have only the slightest concern for it, I guess that means that I can write what I want here without worrying that someone's knickers are going to be twisted. And since I believe in freedom and democracy, the new purpose of this blog is going to be to fight for freedom and democracy.

By writing about freedom and democracy, and how cool they are, the only knickers that might get twisted belong to evil dictators, and maybe some Democrats. That's right, Democrats. You heard me.

In reference to my post of a couple of days ago (you know, the nonsensical one about DC and nature and stuff),one of the ways that we can all promote freedom and democracy is by giving money to homeless people for beer money only if they promise to vote Republican.

понеделник, юни 19, 2006

You Really Will Be Fascinated by the Minute Details of My Life

The weekend went by slowly. I ate a lot of potatoes and drank a lot of cherry juice. I'm sensing hostility from the stray dogs in the neighborhood, a certain xenophobia, a certain anti-Americanism if you will. I want to show them that I can integrate into their dog community, but I don't know how. Maybe the Peace Corps can train me?




A common Saturday schedule for me:

7:00 AM Wake Up
7:05-7:10 Take a shower
7:10-7:11 Put water on for coffee
7:11-? Repent to God for my sins while I'm waiting for the water to boil
7:??- Drink coffee
Rest of the day - Watch Roma people going to and from the market from my balcony
After sunset: Pine for Anna




Sunday: Repeat

So I'm sure some of you want to know why there's a picture of a panda crying in this post. I just wanted to remind everyone that pandas too have feelings.

You Are Within Your Rights Not to Read This

I suppose that even when summer comes and things get hot and there are insects again, and birds are everywhere, that you can be miserable. But it's hard to maintain misery under these circumstances, all you have to smell the greenery in various stages of growth and decay. Moons in the summer take on a glow not unlike the lightbulbs in my spare bedroom, too dim to read by but bright enough to listen to music, especially "Flamenco Sketches" by miles davis and the tenor solo, maybe four minutes into the song, by John Coltrane that makes the grass and the leaves and your blood cells gravitate iin the air.



If there's a city to simultaneously love and be afraid of, its Washington DC and its uneasy truce between the politicos and the murderers, the just under the surface chaos pushing up against the stately embassies that line Massachussetts Avenue. There is a thick stench of fat tourists around the Mall, hording into museums and filling their fannypacks with souvenirs. A boy joked with his mother about how he gave a homeless guy a dollar to "buy some beer". His father proceeded to lecture him about how homeless people don't want to work, they are able to work, they are lazy and sucking the lifeblood out of our great nation. Jeans shorts, Oakley sunglasses, beer bellies, american flag shirts, and a coke. From the womb to this to death.

понеделник, юни 05, 2006

Should've Been a West Coast Bride

Next stop on my rediscovery of America tour was in New Castle, VA via Roanoke, VA, otherwise known as the "Star City". It was very nice to see my mom and dad and catch up with goings on in SW Virginia.




We paid a visit to the infamous star that looks down on Roanoke like a giant fluorescent eye (at night).



Anna and I took a walk around the Fenwick Mines area in the Jeffrerson National Forest in Craig County VA:

Here, Anna and I in our natural setting.