That Jared is soo hot right now...

The title of this blog's significance is threefold:

1. I really am hot right now. Rachel cut my hair last night. She's worth every penny folks. I'm too sexy for this blog.

2. Rachel administered said haircut whilst watching Zoolander.

3. My job interview went about as well as I could possibly expect. I felt confident and qualified the moment I entered the building. I got along very well with the boss and it sounds like he'll be having me back to talk to the big boss. Thank you every one for your prayers. I'm convinced they did most of the work. I was unspeakably nervous yesterday and today right up until just before the interview. I got there early so I killed the iPod and did a little last minute begging. I immediately felt at ease and really enjoyed the tour and the interview. Whatever happens, I'm really grateful for the divine assistance.

New Job? One can hope.

So, most of you know I'm kinda sick of the job these days... mostly because it has next to no relation to what I DO. I'm a Sound Designer and an Audio Engineer. So I've been looking for jobs. I hate looking for jobs almost as much as staying in a lousy job. However, mine is a lousy job with lousy pay. I've applied to 3 positions of interest and distributed maybe 10 resumes to places I'm interested in. Lay off, I'm starting slow.

So I got a call today from the "Golden Job". This is the one with regular weekday hours (getting my Saturdays back), ample to comfortable salary, and... benefits. I'd like to know that if I needed to I could visit a doctor. Maybe get some help payin' for the meds, you know? I'd like to get my teeth cleaned by an attractive dental hygenist, and maybe have a dentist poke around in my mouth a little, without feeling like I shoulda bought a microphone instead... In this benefitless condition I always opt for the microphone. Always.

Ok, to the point... Prayer. Yours. For me. So I can have this job I desire so much. I interview Thursday next week so you have almost a week to pray good and hard and over and over on my behalf. Thanks kids. Love ya.

Real conversation I had at work today...

Precursor I might be paraphrasing this a little, but honest to Betsy, this was pretty much exactly the conversation I had today...

Background There's this nice lady I teach at the Apple store. Comes in almost every week. A little slow on the computer, but a very enthusiastic learner. Good student. She's obsessed with all things opera. Obviously I mentioned a few weeks ago I had tickets to Turandot at the Met and was very excited. Today I'm showing her how to Google Image search and find pictures of different world opera houses for her screen saver. We were having trouble finding a good high resolution image of the Met so I said, "I know where one is" and navigated to my Flickr page where my pictures from last Tuesday were posted.

Dialogue She spots the pictures and immediately recalls I went to Turandot.

"Is that the girl you took?"
"Yeah."
"She's lovely, I mean, really beautiful."
"I know, she totally made me look good."
"No, I mean it... she's way hot. Is she your girlfriend?"
"Nah, we're just friends."
"You should marry her."
(Beginning to laugh) "Oh I don't know if I'm ready to get married."
"You should get ready."
(Chuckling a bit more readily) "Yeah, that's what my mom says."
"You gay?"
(Almost dying) "Nope."
"I don't mean any disrespect by that... I got a grandson who's gay."
"No, I'm not gay." (Trying to keep the volume of our conversation low)
"How is it you don't marry that nice girl?"
"Haha. Who says she's nice?"
"I do. You're too nice a boy to take out nasty girls."
"I'm 27..."
(Cuts me off) "I'm 76, you're a boy to me."
(Almost aching with laughter) "Sooo...you wanna get back to the lesson?"
"I've got a granddaughter who looks like that girl."
(Guffaw)
"Don't give me that sass, she's a lovely girl."
"I'm sure she is... Listen, I'm a little embarassed by this conversation. I'm pretty sure I'm blushing and I don't blush."
(She nods to acknowledge that I am, in fact, beet red)
"Let's get back to the computer and we'll talk about my dating life after."
(Under her breath) "Always putting the computer before the girl?"
"Now wait a minute..."
"So how do I put that in iPhoto again?"

Freaking amazing.

This is Analise...

She's pretty cute huh? Yeah, she's my niece.

Links for all you linkers and linkees...

So Jacosa told me I was a blogging hub on Wednesday evening. Who knew? Not me obviously, since I haven't updated my links in forever. But supposedly people use them, ok so I updated the links. Some of you people who haven't updated in a ba-jillion years got dropped (Emily, Chateau, Scott). Sorry. Some of you barely survived (Kristy, Marie, Laura) and perhaps only because we're such good buds. But dangit, Marie, if you don't quibble soon it's gone!

Anyway, I'm glad you're all here. I like hearing that my friend Jacosa reads my friend Jen in Arizona's blog and loves it... and other stuff like that. Makes me happy to facilitate connections between awesome people.

Turandot

...was Incredible. The Met knows how to put on an opera. I have seriously never seen a theatrical production so immense and beautiful. The sets were mind-blowing, the costumes, the singers, as an opera fan, it was seriously the pleasure of a lifetime.

And, of course, the music was flawless. Such an amazing libretto. Puccinni's really over the top, but unapologetically romantic and epic.

I went with the awesome Laura Pugmire, who is really one of my favorite people in the Boston. We met up with Yancy and Megan afterwords, and it was a really just such a nice night in New York. Huzzah for the opera! Next season I HAVE to see the magic flute. I don't know how I let myself miss that this year.

And... pictures.

"But they have rasberries..."

If you ever need some real solid entertainment and don't mind risking your life a little, go downtown around 1-2AM when the bars are closing. Colleen and I decided to spend my insomniac evening driving around Boston. Extolling the virtues of girliness, she brought snacks. We stopped in the Common to chow. A particularly animated fellow who obviously had a little too much sauce that evening wanted to make our acquaintance. Wrangled by 3 of his friends, and apparently having just romped in the pond, he reasoned with his caretakers, "But they have rasberries..."

Highlights of the evening also included witnessing a spurious hookup of two girls with some random dude, several men almost hit by taxis, and my personal favorite, a lady in the backseat of a car... aggressively pawing and licking the window. Wow.