A new name; a new life (sorta)

Some of you may notice that my blog has a new name attached to it. Well, I was thinking of how much I enjoy blogging (obviously from my millions of posts) and how it might be fun to catalog a few moments of my early adult life in the form a blog. Surely I would need a new blog for such a task. But does that mean I throw my passed out? No way. Thus: old blog, new title!

I will, beginning September 4, 2007, be the new Choral Director for a school in the Southern Tier of NY. I'm totally pumped. The school has a long-standing tradition of music, particularly choral, excellence and I could not be coming in at a better time! The school seems well funded and supported administratively. I might have my dream job.

When I was in my apartment in Watervliet, NY during Student Teaching I saw an ad for a job that was everything I could have EVER hoped for and more. (The more being a hydraulic lift in the pit orchestra of the theatre!) I called Bernie over and said, "Hey, listen to this amazing job I'm not going to bother applying for." He couldn't believe his ears, yet told me I should apply for it. I did. I got it. I truly thought they had confused my résumé with someone else's!

Funny story there: There wee two names and two addresses for the job posting. One person to contact with questions and one to send the application materials to. I sent my materials to the wrong person, of course. So, the day after they went out I sent an email to him saying "Clearly, I'm an idiot and you don't want to hire me because I can't even put the right address on something, but in the event that you are interested, please forward my materials to personnel." He said he would. I was sure that was that. Guess not.

I plan to keep something of a log from here on out about the wonderful, the scary, the sad, and the exciting parts of living my dream!

EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on—on—and out of sight.

Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away ... O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.