Plot Twist!

Or “Game Changer”. Either would be appropriate. Hoh boy, this is utter craziness. *breath* Okay.

Today, I had an interview at the Tel-Aviv Opera House. And it went well. So well, that I was invited for a second interview next week.

I am so overwhelmed by what happened that I can’t think straight and I feel like I’m going to barf.

Utterly no explanation necessary.

Utterly no explanation necessary.

More details will follow.

A Final Countdown, of sorts…

My brain has entered that unholiest of places. My very being is slowly succumbing to an endless barrage of ticking and tocking, of incremental increases in stress levels, and in copious consumptions of rum.

Except, the rum is always gone.

Except, the rum is always gone.

I have entered…The Countdown Place. [thus endeth the melodrama]

I should explain, elaborate, and exhale.

When I first quit work I had set myself a time frame for everything that I needed to do. And, except for finishing my seminar paper (of which I have currently 0/25 pages written and only 3/18 articles read in their entirety…), and getting my drivers license (which is entirely the fault of the Fercockt DMV in this country for changing the rules every five seconds) and finding a job (which has been mentioned somewhat at length here and here) I managed to do everything.

[thus beginnith the panic…ith]

Obscure pop-culture reference FTW!

Obscure pop-culture reference FTW!

Anyway, as soon as the time frame had passed I got all up in my head and only recently am beginning to come out of it.

And NOW, there is a lot more that is about to happen in the next eight weeks.

I have two-and-a-half weeks to finish my seminar paper before the next wedding. And then I have another two weeks before LAK’s wedding – and those weeks will be a flurry of wedding-related activity. But, there will also be wedding-related activity in the first batch of two weeks.
Then, after LAK’s wedding, I have another two weeks before our friends’ wedding in Budapest (oh yeah, I may have completely forgotten about that with everything else that’s going on). So, I also have to plan an international week-long trip in the next six weeks.

Not to mention the usual tasks of job hunting, license getting, nooshkin minding, apartment attending, and school.

I am hoping that once everything resolves, or as soon as there’s rum, I will be a much more fun person to hang out with. But for now, I guess I better get to work…

Currently Grooving On: All 3 Pirates of the Caribbean Soundtracks (for some reason they really help me focus on writing seminar papers)

Catching Up with Myself

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

So much has gone on since the Passover Posts that it took a while for my brain to catch up with the rest of me. Also, there was that whole job application faux pas that kind of made me want to crawl under my desk and, well, get drunk.

Yeah, like that.

Kind of like this, but way less glamorous.

But, I digress…

There was Memorial Day and Independence Day in Israel – two days that involve lots of driving and meat consumption, and spending time with friends and family. Dodax and his wife came over for brunch, and later that afternoon we traveled to see various family members for a BBQ. LAK and the fiance made an appearance too.

The hunt for a bridesmaid dress is still on. Hopefully later today it will finally come to an end and I can devote my time to other things. Like reading stacks of papers for my seminar paper that is due in approximately three weeks and one day (eek!). And coming up with topics for my two term papers for this semester, which I need to “hand” in to the respective professors by sometime this week.
Oh, and applying for more jobs – this time with an actually presentable resume.

And yet, I somehow found time to bake toxic sugar cookies for my friend S. I should explain.

Friend S is also former co-worker S, who recently gave up smoking. When she first started her endeavor she turned to Facebook (naturally) for encouragement and support. I said that if she managed an entire month, I would bake her a batch of toxic cookies.

This delighted many people, most of them also former co-workers, as I had a reputation for bringing in awesomely delicious baked goods to work. To the point where the CEO said if I didn’t last at the company at least I had a back-up plan.

*insert semi-appropriate image…of something…here*

Mostly I brought cookies, as those were the easiest to transport. But I did bring a cheesecake-brownie thing for my birthday, and I made a cheesecake for the company cheesecake-off. (It didn’t win, but it did get eaten to crumbs). (recipes will be posted, I promise!)

Well, the month had passed and the cookies needed to be baked, and there was a resounding request for toxic cookies. (These cookies aren’t really toxic; they are your traditional sugar cookies with green food coloring.)

Hence, toxic.

Hence, toxic.

Although, maybe it’s the refreshing taste of mint extract that makes them toxic? In all honesty the first time I ate these I kept taking another one because my inner child kept saying “Hey you, you just brushed your teeth – have a treat!” (My mother, the dental hygienist, must not hear of this)

I should mention that the chocolate-mint combination is very difficult to find in Israel, so there does tend to be an onslaught of requests for anything remotely resembling this combination.

Not only am I immensely proud of S., this got me out of the house and provided me with an opportunity to socialize on a weekday! And, apparently, more of those opportunities are coming….

Currently Grooving On: “Anywhere But Here”, by Sick Puppies

Minty Sugar (Toxic) Cookies

2/3 cup (150 grams) margarine, softened
1 1/2 cups white sugar
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 eggs
1/2 teaspoon salt
4 teaspoons milk
4 cups flour
chocolate chips – as desired
mint extract – as desired (I usually use a tablespoon)
green food coloring – as desired

1. Mix the margarine, sugar, and mint extract until incorporated – the consistency will be chunky.
2. Add the baking powder, vanilla, eggs, and salt. Mix well.
3. Slowly add the milk and flour – I add one teaspoon and cup at a time, then mix until it’s incorporated, then add another teaspoon and cup, etc – until incorporated.
NOTE: the dough will be a little dry, but that’s okay – the food coloring will help.
4. Add the chocolate chips and food coloring.

Bake at 350 degrees F/180 degrees C for 8-9 minutes.

Not Giving Up, or Music: A History

A while back, I posted very briefly about school. Now for some depth.

I’m currently studying for a Master’s Degree in the Interdisciplinary Program in the Fine Arts Faculty at Tel Aviv University (that’s a mouthful).
I have a BA degree in Musicology from Bar Ilan University, which I received about five years ago.

I always wanted to go back to school, and for sure get a Master’s degree; perhaps also a Ph.D. – we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, in about 10 years.

Education and Music have always been very important to me, as I started both at the same time. Education was mandatory, but music was apparently my own doing. The apocryphal story is that I was watching a PBS special on musical prodigies, and excitedly pointed to the tv screen and said “Mommy, I want to do that”

Apparently, some kid was playing piano at that moment. And that’s how that started.

For ten years, I devoted an hour each day to practicing piano, and another hour each week for lessons. Not to mention various recitals, performances, and competitions. Piano took a backseat in high school, mostly because I didn’t have any time, but partially because I wanted to do other things. Like Yearbook, and Public Speaking, and Acting. And, you know, sleep.

Yeah - pretty self explanatory.

Yeah – this may have actually happened.

But music was always super important to me. It was constantly on in the background, much to the annoyance of LAK who shared a room with me.
I mostly listened to whatever was on the radio, and made really horrible mix tapes of what I managed to record from said radio (hey, this was the late 90s and early 00s after all). When I came to Israel and met Hubby (and several other people) I was introduced to the wonderful world of Pandora and Jango. My love for Heavy Metal, Punk, Pop-Punk, and Rock music also flourished.

About this time, I found myself in the practice rooms of the Music Department, reminding myself that I was pretty good at the piano. I had won a few competitions in my youth, and I think the medals are in a box in the basement of my parents’ house (if, you know, the repeated flooding hasn’t rusted them over yet).

So I applied, auditioned, and was accepted to the Music Program at Bar Ilan University.

Music was everywhere. It permeated my soul, took up residence in my mind, and refused to let go of my very being.

And then I graduated. And got pregnant. And became a full-time SAHM. And then I went back to work full time while keeping the full time parenting gig going. Music, unfortunately, took a back seat in another country. I would fondly and wistfully look back at the time I had spent devoting myself to that craft – and I missed it. Horribly.

I told myself I would get back into it, that I would practice. But things always came up. My musical tastes continued to grow, and although I would hum along to almost every song I ever heard, it wasn’t the same as before.

Now I’m here. My piano skills have rusted over completely, and I forgot almost 3/4 of what I learned all those years ago.
But that first day back in school, back in a musical environment, I couldn’t pay attention to anything that the professor said. I was just enjoying the moment of being back in such familiar territory. I felt actual joy seeping through me, to the point that my co-workers knew without asking that I was so indescribably happy to be back.

I am slowly and steadily welcoming music back into my life, and it’s riding shotgun. This time, I don’t intend to give it up.

Currently Grooving On: “Bulletproof”, by La Roux
(I fully intend to include this section with all future posts, and I’ll try to have the song not be school-related) (but no promises)