Friday, October 31, 2008

The Proudest Adult Moment of My Life (so far)



Ladies and gentleman, there is officially no better feeling than contributing to a historical event. As you can see, this is me dropping my official absentee ballot in the mail on my way to class on Thursday afternoon. I had previously felt good about sending in my Federal Write-In Absentee Ballot, which would still make my vote count in case I didn't get my official ballot (voting abroad is more complicated than necessary), but now I have the joy of saying that I filled out the official ballot that I would of done if I was back in Columbia. I do miss the retirement home polling place that I grew up going to with my mom when she voted.


But anyway, as many of you know, I've been on cloud 9 the past couple of days. The same Thursday that I voted, I was feeling really good. My iPod was wicked on the shuffle (kids, go grab Cameo's greatest hits, them boys ain't no joke!), I got my Halloween costume (that's a forthcoming post), and I had a wonderful, warm feeling about those closest to me in my life. Along with that personal joy, the rain had subsided in Dublin, which is always a cause for celebration. I really felt like God had parted the gloominess of the day to share his shine with me both inwards and outwards. As I basked in this feeling, and danced down the street to "Back and Forth" by Cameo, I took pictures outside of the tennis club where we have class in twice a week. I wanted to document how the sky looked when I was feeling highly favored, so these are the pics:

After I took these pictures, I realized that class wasn't at the tennis club that day & had to bust my butt to get up to the IES center (not too far away, but still) before I was too late. I had been so caught up in the feeling, and especially my music, that I forgot where I was supposed to be. If God was showing favor, I'm sure He also was setting me up to amuse him with my absent-mindedness. I love the idea of that duality. I hope things fall into place in your lives & y'all all get a chance to have a divine moment like that sometime soon.

Peace & blessings y'all!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Back On My BS

Hey hey hey

I'm writing this right now just to tell y'all that I got a bunch of stories coming from my week long vacation. I would start the process of sorting through all my pics & all the notes I took to remind myself of everything that went down in Amsterdam & London, but I'm supposed to be writing papers & rehearsing my monologue. Oh, I'm also supposed to read a play. Yikes! I'm breaking my rules right now cause I got the itch. I hate the overused, cliched addiction, I-need-a-fix-like-a-crackhead metaphor, so I'll just say that I got this intense fever to just write. Y'all know I think a lot, about a bunch of random stuff, and that I occasionally get deep & philosophical outta nowhere, so expect some posts like that soon. Too much is going on for me to keep it all in my head (and I think Farah is getting a little tired of being my only outlet, even though she won't admit it, lol).

Topics soon to come:
  • Amsterdam - It is & isn't exactly what you think
  • Airport Security
  • Internal Monologues (Why you inside joking with yourself? Dueces to Mr. Sterling! hahah)
  • Dutch is an unsexy language (which prolly explains why no one outside of the Netherlands speaks it)
  • Developing a passion for art
  • Remembering what I actually like to learn as opposed to what I'm forced to learn
  • Liminality (look it up, I just learned what it meant)
  • Diversity abroad
  • The search for wisdom
  • Everyone keeps telling me to write a damn book, but about what?
Trust, I got a lot to say (don't I always?), so hopefully I'll take a portion out of my day here & there & share more with y'all. Until then, be safe, smart, strong, & beautiful like I knew each of you were when I left & VOTE FOR OBAMA!

(Seriously though, vote! I'm prolly speaking to the choir here, but still I can't go without saying that. And if, surprisingly, you're a McCain supporter, its best you not speak to me until 2009, cause right now I'd question my friendship with you.)

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Thursday, October 16, 2008

It Ain't Over...

(I promise only had 1 drink that night, I just look goofy. lol)

So, I would be completely remiss to say that my weekend only was great because of Farah. The majority of it, yes, but I gotta show some love to my buddy Anna also for stopping by to see a brotha. Her & some her girlfriends we're actually in town visiting Dublin together, but you know we had to link up & have some pints together. Farah & I actually planned to go out with them on Saturday night, but we weren't feeling to hot after stuffing ourselves silly at this bomb ass Asian fusion restaurant. So, I made plans with Anna to meet up with her & her girls on Sunday night, not the best night for going out, but whatever.

We went to this pub called Porterhouse Central, a nice pub with good local brews & cheesy pop/rock music. Side note: I had gone there randomly with a a group of friends for one of my classmate's birthday that same week & due to a mix of good beer & desperation for ANY black music, I showed out to MC Hammer's "Can't Touch This" & Chaka Khan's "I'm Every Woman". Not my finest moment, even though I love those classics, but I just figured that'll give y'all some insight to my experience.

Me & the ladies had a nice time talking about politics, studying abroad, traveling, missing bf's/gf's, why I call Anna "Applehead", and exchanging roommate stories, all before heading to a late night spot for some delicious pizza. Good times.

I forgot to mention, I visited a new town this past weekend also. So, Sunday morning I rode to the airport with Farah & had the sad "I don't wanna say good-bye" moment, and as you can imagine, I wasn't in the best mood going back. After the 25 minute trip back to City Centre, I'm walking up street to get to the light rail & I here my name being called (which was miraculous seeing as though I was blasting The Game loud as hell in my headphones). Turns out that it was my classmate that live down the hall from me, and in the midst of a 5 minute convo, they somehow convinced me to go to Howth with them. Howth is a seaside town outside of Dublin, which is a 30 minute train ride away. It's known for having great seafood.

Mind you, I'm not feeling real personable right now. One of the closest people to me just left, plus I just threw whatever clothes were on the floor on (y'all know them type of mornings), so the thought of exploring a new town wasn't high on my list of priorities. But I figured that seeing something new would help me get over my sadness, so I went. I'm a proud dude, my fellas wouldn't approve of me moping around all lovesick, lol. Howth was nice, as I was satisfied to find out. Its really quaint, somehwere you'd wanna live since its on the water & close to a major city without being a tourist trap. There were some great views from the lighthouse we walked to, which I couldn't take pics of since I aint have nothing on me, but trust that I'll be back with pics for y'all. There was an open air market, so you know I pig'd out on some damn good food (apple & cinnamon crepes = yuuuuuummmm). We stayed for a couple hours & then bounced, so its definitely a good trip if you wanna go out for a nice seafood dinner & walk along the coast before returning to the city to do whatever you do. Did it help me get over my lovesickness? Kinda, but moreso it just made me a little sad that I ain't have my people here with me to see this. Its one thing to reflect on my own, but I'd to share these experiences & reflect on growth with folks that know me best. One day we'll get there, but til then I'll keep blogging & keep the faith.

Peace & Blessings y'all!

Quite Possibly My Favorite Weekend Yet...

This past weekend, I had a very special visitor come spend time with me here in Dublin. Since most of y'all reading this are basically fam, you know who I'm speaking of, but for any new person or acquaintance of mine that doesn't know about my personal life, I had my girl Farah in town for the weekend.

Let's see where to start? Oh, ok I got it. So, she got in a little after 7pm on Thursday night. I have class on Thursday evenings from 4:30-7pm, so I had already told her that she'd be waiting a minute for me to get to her. I got outta class early, thankfully, and was on the search for a cab to the airport. It prolly took me a good 20 minutes to finally get a cab, cause I had to get cash but the ATM near school wasn't working & the convience store with an ATM was like 3 blocks away from me, but I finally hopped in a cab & was on my way. Anticipation at this point, through the roof. I gotta tell y'all though, the cab driver was listening to the radio on the way there & since I aint one to chat up cabbies, I listened as well. It was the most ridiculous interview I think I've ever heard. Some researcher at Oxford decided to study how Potato Chips taste based on how loud they crunch. Somebody spent a bunch of dough for this dude to sit around & watch people eat chips. And literally this interview went on for the entire 25 minute cab ride! But to his credit, there is a correlation between taste & sound, but I'll get scientific on y'all another time.

Got to the airport, paid the cabbie, hopped out like a little kid a christmas & rushed into the lobby area. Called up Farah, we talk, we're happy, we don't see each other though. I'm walking up & down this terminal looking for her, giving her landmarks to look for, reading signs out loud, but still no brown eyed girl. Finally, we figured out that we were on different floors & felt stupid, but whatever, nothing ever goes classically smooth for us anyway. We kinda pride ourselves on that. So I find her, we have a moment, then we're off to find a shuttle back to City Centre. Only problem is that I don't know where to catch the shuttle, nor do I know which bus to take back into town. Bear with me y'all, this was my first time at the airport since I arrived in Dublin & we had advisors to point us in every direction. After aimlessly walking around, trying to read maps with Gaelic town names on them, I put pride aside & asked for help (it was hard, y'all).

We get on the bus, get back into the city, & then saw the scariest thing I've witnessed since being here. We've just been dropped off in front of Trinity College, which is in the middle of City Centre, and we're waiting to cross over to Grafton St. (one of the busiest streets in Dublin). As we're watching traffic go by, we see the bus we rode on sideswipe one of these little mini Euro cars (small cars here are as popular as Hondas in America) as both cars made were making a left turn. Remember, drivers here sit on the right side of the car, so that means the bus crush the driver's side of the car! Luckily, the poor women inside was alright, even though her car was mangled. It happened so fast though, that we were stunned & in disbelief. People started rushing over to her as the bus continued driving, but soon we saw the bus driver come back & check on her, he just had to find a spot to pull over at. Imagine what Farah was thinking, she was only an hour and a half into her visit!

The next couple of days were really, really nice for the both of us. We visited a lot of sites around Dublin: Dublin Caste, Kilmainham Gaol (thats jail in Irish), Irish Museum of Modern Art, the Guinness Storehouse, Temple Bar, O'Connell St, & The Ha'Penny Bridge. A couple of these places I haven't been to, like the Gaol, so I really was glad to experience new stuff with her. We talked a couple times about how much better traveling is when you're with the right people. Obviously, being abroad you don't get to handpick your travelling buddies as you'd like, and both of us have had experiences where we've been frustrated with people we've travelled with. Its remarkable, in terms of the contrast, between travelling with nice people that aren't quite suited for you & the folks that have the same impulses & interests as you. Things were just so easy for a weekend, which was a blessing in the midst of this wonderful, yet challenging experience we're having.

It was extremely sad to see her go, but I'm going to Rome next month to visit her, so I can man up until then. Its hard having a taste of home though, because everything else pales in comparison. The next 2 days after she left, I wasn't interested in being around anybody in my program, cause they just don't measure up to her. Getting over that feeling is difficult cause it ain't fair to them, they're great people in their own right & you can't expect people you've know for 4-5 weeks to be as important to you as people who you have hundreds of memories with. I'm over my withdrawl now, so I'm back to being nice to others & enjoying my program again, but I'm also amped cause next week is our midterm break! This means your boy, Kev aka The Black Leprechaun aka The Jaguar (as someone in my program dubbed me recently), will be travelling to Amsterdam (Watch Out Now!) & London (Hi-Oh!). Expect bunches of pics & random stories from those trips. I'll blog about my plan for those trips soon. Here's some pics from the weekend & check my Facebook soon for the rest of them with captions & explainations & such:











Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Back Again, This Time With Ridiculousness!

Man, its really been over a week since I posted. I definitely knew I had to get back on this joint, but a brotha's been busy with class & visitors in that time span, so please bear with me. But before I get into a recap of what's been happening to your favorite Black boy in The Land of the Leprechauns, let me just hit y'all with some Dublin ridiculousness.

Aiight, so today I was in Aldi (a super cheap supermarket, like shopping at the Wal-Mart supercenter but with less options) & I'm in line for the check-out & I look up at the other line & what do I see? A white dude with Mullet Dreads! Yes, you read that correctly: MULLET DREADS. It was business in the front & rasta in the back! Let me give y'all a pic of Mullet Dreads that I found on Google, just so y'all have a visual to rock with:


I haven't missed my Palm Centro more than in this moment. You know that I woulda took a pic in a heartbeat on my phone, but taking out my digital camera woulda been a lil too obvious to make this work. The funniest part of it (aside from the fact that I find White dudes with dreadlocks hilariously akward) was that dude was with his girl buying a bunch of 6 packs of cheap ass beer, just like you'd imagine a redneck would do. I know stereotyping is wrong in situations like these, but this joint just screams ridiculous!

And then, when I thought the Mullet Dreads were just a bold Irish redneck fashion statement, I saw it again in an even more hilarious incarnation: The Asian Mullet Dreadhead. Come on, man! Come, On! You mean to tell me that Harold decided that he was tired of rockin the bowl cut, so he went to his barber & was like, "Gimme that Jeff Foxworthy/Bob Marley hybrid. That'll be on some next level jumpoff, son!"? What is going on? Do I even need to say Negro Please?

I hope I see more Mullet Dreads while I'm here, the amusement that I get from them is priceless. I'll blog again tomorrow with the story behind my wonderful weekend.

Peace & blessings!

Monday, October 6, 2008

As The Tables Turn

Today was the day that all of us IES students have been waiting for since we started: Integration day with the actual Gaiety students. Weeks of anticipation lead to the typical (and sometimes annoying) hysteria that comes from preparing for the unknown: nervous jokes, constant talk about how things are gonna change, repeatedly talking about who these people could be, what they'd look like, how old they'd be, etc etc.

Oh, before I forget, let me explain what integration actually means for us. Ok, we'll be working with 1st year Gaiety students for 2 classes a week (Devising & Voice). These students range in age, as the program is a highly intensive 2 year program, which I suppose is comparable to some grad school programs in the States.

Alright, so our IES group was invited to meet with the new Gaiety students at 10am over tea & coffee. I got there 15 minutes early (I'd love to say that I was trying to make a good impression, but naw, I just skipped breakfast in morning), so I proceeded upstairs where I heard people talking. Turns out that it wasn't the 1st years, but the 2nd year students, who were starting their first day back as well. They were really nice, but definitely had that seasoned look to em, so I could tell that I should just fall back & not try too hard. Other IES students show up & we wait upstairs until the meet & greet starts at 10am. You could see the nervous energy on everyone's face. It was kinda funny to watch for me, cause y'all know I'll just play it cool & low key before I get psyched out by my nerves (especially since I had got there early & already stumbled over my words already, so I couldn't of made more of an ass of myself, lol). After some akward introductions & some genuine laughs, we all headed downstairs for the meet & greet.

So we all gather in one of the classrooms. Its the 1st years (maybe 20 of em), 2nd years (another 20 probably), us (12 of us), & some staffers (like 6 of em), so we have over 50 people crowding in one of half of the room around a table with tea & coffee. You can imagine the quality of the myriad of conversations that were going on. It was basically, "HI, MY NAME IS...." (having to scream over everyone else, as you extend your hand to whoever is walking by), brief small talk about where people are from (all that I met were from Ireland, nobody know anything about MD or ATL), & other random chit chat.

The Program Director, Patrick Sutton (imagine John Goodman w/ Russel Crowe's demeanor & a penchant for wearing tieless suits w/ the shirt unbuttoned to show off some chest hair), cuts off the meet & greet at 10:30 am since the Gaiety students start class at 10:45 am. Morning over, but thats just half the day.

*Side note: I forgot to mention that Patrick introduced all the groups to one another (1st year, 2nd year, IES) & introduced us as the "American visitors", which didn't sit so well with a number of people in our group. It definitely made me feel different, but I didn't wanna take it as a negative, since technically we are the "American visitors". More on this later.

In the afternoon, we were split into our groups for Devising & Voice, since there too many of us to all stay together in one class. I was in the Devising group, which made me happy since that meant my schedule wasn't changed at all. Now I've talked briefly about Devising on here, just to give y'all a feel on it, so you should know that I enjoy it & find it to be a lot of fun. So expectations were high, especially with new students here which means that we'll be getting to know one another & playing games. There was a shift in tone though from the very beginning of class. Everything that our instructor, Antoinette said while giving instructions had more of an edge to it than usual. It had me think twice about everything that was doing, as if I was new, & I've been in her class for a month!

We quickly got up & started with basic games for focus, ensemble building, & cooperation. All of these activities, the IES students have done before, so it was comfortable for me. But as we worked on things, Antoinette was really sharp & serious about what we were doing in each game & started dropping a lot more knowledge than usual on us. I appreciated the knowledge, since I'm here for that, but the tone shift bothered me. I don't mind a serious, intensive program since I don't mind taking orders or direction, but it does piss me off a lil when people change out the blue. Antoinette talked to us about how the 1st years would be, but she could of told us that her teaching style differs when they're around. I think that's only fair considering the trust that needed to be built for a proper collaboration to happen. And when she started kicking deeper knowledge about the architecture of a space & knowing how frame a space to tell a story, it made me think, "Why she ain't share more with us before?" It just made me really feel like as the "American visitor", we weren't as worthy of the passing on of such knowledge.

Maybe I'm whinning (for the record, I don't think I am), but I wasn't alone on my feelings. The rest of class went well & there's no love lost for our instructor. Overall, it was a good day, just different. The Irish students were very nice & all at different experience levels, which bodes well for our potential as a group. I'll keep y'all updated on how things progress from here on out. More stories later on. I got a very special visitor coming on Thursday, so you know I'll have an update to give this weekend.

Peace & blessing!

The Best One Yet

No need for my 2 cents on this one. It speaks for itself. I can watch this again & again: