So the Fulbright application calls for a Personal Statement, in which I do the following in a page or less:

The statement should be a narrative giving a picture of yourself as an individual. It should deal with your personal history, family background, influences on your intellectual development, the educational and cultural opportunities (or lack ( Read more... )

My damn bike was stolen last night. Right out of the basement in my apartment building. I went downstairs this morning, thinking I'd take a nice leisurely bike ride up to Coventry to buy these coasters I want at City Buddha. BUT NO! There at the bike rack was my lock, still intact, still locked--minus the bike. I feel like the biggest idiot on ( Read more... )

I should be analyzing Debussy right now, but I don't feel particularly productive at the moment. Obviously ( Read more... )

Yesterday afternoon, I went to my favorite place in Little Italy--Algebra Tea House--about a 20 minute walk from my apartment, quite possibly my favorite place in all of Cleveland. So I got to take a lovely little walk--with Tom Waits in my ear--Heart of Saturday Night--great album. I met up with my buddy J. We always have really fabulous ( Read more... )

Why is it that every time I come home I feel like Reese Witherspoon in Sweet Home Alabama?--or maybe Zach Braff in Garden State, only everyone has southern accents. Does everyone feel that way when they come home? I guess that's why they make movies about it ( Read more... )

One of the drawbacks to having an 88-yr-old friend is that I often forget that she is, in fact, 88. There are certain difficult truths about growing older that make themselves insanely clear from time to time--this week's truth being that of senility ( Read more... )

So it's been a while since I've posted to the ol' Live Journal, but I'm in a procrastinating kind of mood. It's a lovely Saturday morning here in Cleveland, OH. High of 57 today, and I'm already wearing sweaters around my apartment. Winter is going to murder me. But let's not think about it ( Read more... )

"You realize the sun doesn't go down. It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round ( Read more... )

This is my personal artist's statement that I've been working on for about five months. I just sent it to a few of my graduate schools. I had some compunctions about sounding like a total pretentious snob, but I'm told that self-assuredness is important when writing such things that define one as an artist, or, as the ever self-assured Arnold ( Read more... )

I really feel like I'd be doing the entire world a disservice if I didn't share this, my most recent expedition into the twilight zone by way of my family's unparalleled antics (...aaaaand there I go again being attacked by the pedant-alert squirrels [see the post, "Still catching up ( Read more... )