I apologize for my long absence loyal readers.
Whilst I was away from providing you with updates on my life as you know it. 2009 quickly became the year of rejection.
I applied to and have been rejected from UNC Chapel Hill's Clinical Psychology Doctoral Program.
I applied to and have been rejected from Teach For America. I wanted to get placed in San Francisco so Li Chen, Special K and I could enjoy Western living.
Predictably, I quit both my unpaid research positions at Columbia and Mt. Sinai.
I am now in the process of applying to an unique MA program in International Disaster Psychology in Denver. Yeah, Denver. Imagine me in LL Bean with hiking boots on, HILARIOUS.
I think the title says it all...depends on the mood--my mood!
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8 comments:
Glad to see your return Sweet. I did notice your absence but I was involved with chick drama of my own so; no time to inquire. My nerves were shot anyway.
Job hunt:
This recession is *brutal; I can't conceive of anyone not networking and job-hunting. You had better get on the ball!
Sorry to hear about those cold, blunt rejection letters but honestly I didn't feel any of them had the ring of fate to them anyway. You'll know where you're supposed to be when it finds you (that's my experience anyway).
Two great fields I would recommend to any female these days are: criminal justice first of all; especially anything like criminal psychology--and secondly, anything to do with emergency preparedness/disaster prevention/victim counseling; etc.
I would network with you on these but that would break my cloak of anonymity :-)
Next: Rockland Music Hall. Actually, I find that an uncomfortable venue. Not enough seating. My favorite NYC vocalist, NLX, performs there however.
Next: Fried chicken. A big fan here. I make my own and eat it for lunch, cold and sliced. Like Robin Hood.
::snorting at the Comcast story::
What is wrong with you, slowpoke? You dizzy. Being naked with internet access is one of mankind's noblest achievements in leisure and culture. Join the orb. Vavavoomm.
::savoring imagery::
p.s. leftover questions: did you do the dirty deed with the Jiminy Cricket? And do you still have Vegas or just Lucky?
Vegas is with the other D'Souza in Ithaca. Real shock that D'Souza outsourced his care to his sister but that's beteween them and I'm out of it. Thankful but sad.
I'm glad to be back in the nude 'net orb. It's such a happy place. Though I'm currently at work so clothed and bored at present.
Interesting that you mention disaster psych because I'm currently applying to a MA program in just that discipine at the University of Denver. What's great is that they require a summer aboard as part of the practicum which is so practical from the perspective of being prepared for fieldwork post graduation. Fingers crossed for rejection ended in Q1.
So my departure is looming, do you plan on climbing out from under that cloak to bid me adieu? It seems fitting to reveal yourself if I'm a non-entity in the current context, no?
Is the chick drama ongoing?
Hi there,
Well in this recession you have to identify where the big money is. Things like, pharmaceuticals or, Homeland Security; even private security are reliable sources of future jobs.
Even though I myself am well-situated, my current status as a consultant can't last forever so I am actually looking into some vague and possibly doomed overseas escape. For example, I have heard that an American worker can live in India and not pay U.S. taxes. Taxes are killing me these days.
I am honestly sad to mull over your possible leaving New York! What's up with that? Why do you say it's "looming"? Are you just going to waltz/skip away from the city you love so much? Is the Denver thing solid?
My cloak: well, if you solve for me what the digit was that I had wrong on Lucky's collar I would be happy to keep in touch via text. And of course I hope you will still blog! But alas, I must admire your charms from afar as I am still (last time I looked) caucasian and your reservations about gwailos are well-known. ha ha. From what I remember of your rejections (Year 1 of your blog?) they can be razor sharp! Too much for me in my weakened state these days.
Currently chick-less via my own choice. Not even working the dating circuit. And only just a few female confidantes left available. That's what really sucks and that why your blogging is sometimes a treat. 'Sounding board' kinda deal for me.
Oh well. Off to go for my run along the river. Have to get the obliques trim before the summer. Be back later. .
Dutch
Ah Dutch I thought more of your response rate and gait than to let me off so easily. You fear me not. If you did, you wouldn't engage as brazenly or frequently as you do in my inane musings.
Plus, you forget we are currently NOT dating so we would not meet under the guise of any lewd proceedigns. I do have oodles of white friends...in fact, my friends are entirely of the caucasian persuasion. So it is you that shuns my friendship and not the other way around. OUCH!
Whilst I won't post my actual phone number on the blog for all 5 of my readers to access, you may most definitely e-mail me at your conveneince: moxiemasala@aol.com.
Yes but you did post recently about how cynical you are about westerners and their background; something about their inability to live four or five people to a room or something.
You even mentioned you had made up a personal inner rule about it; because you're certain a white person could not adapt to that kind of thing. And you may be right. Still, it's a pretty tough bias when you restrict half the world's population from your dating field!
:-)
You're right I am not afraid of your inner personality; that's what I click with. . but still, you used to have that very superficial yes/no dismissiveness towards guys you encountered here and there. . it used to make me snort/wince/throw up my hands. . ha!
Restrictions suck! Remember what the Beatles said about love :^D
Anyway, I definitely don't shun yar friendship. . but I know that a meeting always at least has 'undertones' (if not overtones) of "What if. . ?" Guys are guys and girls and girls, you know.
Alrighty . . enough over-thinking and analysis/paralysis. I will certainly email ya! Thx thx! This will be fun.
l8r!
Dutch
I will attest to fun never being over-rated, if anything, occassionally under-rated...so I look forward to some fun in my life.
With the weather improving I'm eager to engage with new ideas and agressions--not the scary violent kind! Really when am I not prepared to swap stories with strangers?
My people love is a growing concern for any future. I fear this. Men I'm drawn to, as a group, are unable to appreciate, nay, tolerate my engagement with the world around me. My unrelenting desire to connect with humanity in its myriad forms. The irresistible way in which the eccentrities and nuances of new people propel me to grow more curious about their motivations and expectations.
Yes, I know the simple solution is to NOT go for those guys...but we all have our predilections, no?
What I learned from my last big nose-dive was maybe not wisdom but more like self-awareness. Realizing that the reward of a true love is worth getting dirty or playing closer to the traffic than is safe. Plans and restrictions are silly.
That romance wasn't pretty; neat or clean. It was kinda ugly in fact. It was also like riptide and the lesson of riptide is always: don't struggle. Don't worry or panic. Thelma/Louise; Butch/Sundance; Bonnie/Clyde-- one has to just ride it out; even if its crazy and scary . . for example, she was an alcoholic; used cocaine; all sorts of spooky wrongness there.
But I would have gone with it to the end; happy just to be with her; and what would it really have mattered if she had wrecked our lives? So what? They find the bodies on the rocks. At least you're really alive while you have the chance to be.
I guess what I say to you is, learn to dig boys who don't wash their hands. Yeah it looks gross, but it isn't really any dirtier than anything else. The whole world is dirty, when it comes right down to it; but if you get a chance to really be solid with someone (like, take-a-bullet-for-you solid) such things don't matter.
Anyway, that is where my head is at these days. I would take any amount of dirt or scariness to love like that again.
A co-worker of mine telecommutes to NYC from the Denver area. They have looooong, ferociously cold winters. Even in late April they see snowstorms.
But the cold is a 'dry' cold, he says; so its not as unpleasant as an East Coast winter.
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