Tuesday, February 21, 2006
It is the East and IRCAM is the sun.
Yesterday I came down with the flu. Not just aches and sniffles, but the full-blown toilet-hugging variation. I slept all day as the anxiety mounted all around me. I have yet to be paid for the translation work I have been doing. Not to mention that my job in French TV seems to have also disappeared as I cannot find my journalist who was supposed to set me up. I have to do an internship in order to get my diploma. I had not yet started looking for. And then there were the endless phone calls from AssRay's various family members: "We need two more rooms reserved at the Chateau." "Saturday, we are meeting with the caterer at 1, the baker at 3, the chateau people at 5, etc." "I accidentally told our cousin about the dinner and now she thinks she is invited."
Furthermore, it has been raining for about 6 straight weeks. I don't remember the last time I saw the sun. And despite the popular song, I DO NOT love Paris when it drizzles. Walking home from the bank through the cold mist, after I failed to make a deposit because I forgot to bring my account info, I started being pulled down by the quicksand of self-pity. Will I ever see the sun again? Will I ever be able to swallow solid food again? Why do I even bother getting out of my pajamas? I was writing a post called "Waiting for the sun" in my head.
I came back and sent 3 CVs for internships. One to UNESCO, one to the Cite de la musique, and one to IRCAM. My "top 3" as far as institutions based in Paris that I would like to work for. About an hour ago, approximately 3 hours after sending the CVs, I was contacted by IRCAM and I have an interview with their marketing and publications department. IRCAM is the electronic music research center in Paris, pretty much the center of all contemporary music in the country. And so the sun has returned, in the form of complicated, room-clearing electronic noise. Suddenly the constant hammering and drilling of the nearby construction site that echoes off of the concrete walls of my courtyard all day is no longer a nuisance but an industrial counterpoint, an urban dialogue.
And I am reminded that I am one lucky kid.
Furthermore, it has been raining for about 6 straight weeks. I don't remember the last time I saw the sun. And despite the popular song, I DO NOT love Paris when it drizzles. Walking home from the bank through the cold mist, after I failed to make a deposit because I forgot to bring my account info, I started being pulled down by the quicksand of self-pity. Will I ever see the sun again? Will I ever be able to swallow solid food again? Why do I even bother getting out of my pajamas? I was writing a post called "Waiting for the sun" in my head.
I came back and sent 3 CVs for internships. One to UNESCO, one to the Cite de la musique, and one to IRCAM. My "top 3" as far as institutions based in Paris that I would like to work for. About an hour ago, approximately 3 hours after sending the CVs, I was contacted by IRCAM and I have an interview with their marketing and publications department. IRCAM is the electronic music research center in Paris, pretty much the center of all contemporary music in the country. And so the sun has returned, in the form of complicated, room-clearing electronic noise. Suddenly the constant hammering and drilling of the nearby construction site that echoes off of the concrete walls of my courtyard all day is no longer a nuisance but an industrial counterpoint, an urban dialogue.
And I am reminded that I am one lucky kid.
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