Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Decisions, decisions




So the Gloworm and I are feeling a wee bit restless. We both are ready to have kids (long story here, most of you know it), ready to get our Master's, and ready to live somewhere else.

The first idea was to move to Bloomington. IU offers both an MLS and a Masters in Ed. Perfect. We could both get our degrees from the same place at the same time. Two weekends ago, we helped move a couple down to Lexington, KY. On the way back we took a detour through Bloomington to check the place out. I really like the feel of the place. However, jobs seem to be a bit hard to come by. Gloria and I would like to work and go to school at the same time, but we don't want to financially back slide too much. Also, we only have a few contacts in Bloomington, so we wouldn't be able to rely on others to help us out if we needed.

This past weekend we were hanging out with my cousin David and his wife Chastity in Lafayette. We toured Purdue and West Lafayette and we were pleasantly surprised. If we were to move to Lafayette, we would have family nearby, Gloria could work on her Master's there, and jobs would be easier to come by. However, I would have to commute to IUPUI (about 45 mins away) for my MLS.

Of course there are many other details to work out and maybe even a third option we haven't thought of, but time really does begin to fly once you get older and busier, and deadlines will be here before we know it, so decisions will have to be made and plans formulated sooner than we may want to.

So, chime in.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

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Monday, May 05, 2008

Irapuato Market Musicians

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I wish I had more video of these guys. I never got their names or the name of the song. I was so awestruck I didn't even tip them more than what they asked for (15 pesos, what a steal). I wish someone would pay me to travel the world recording street musicians. I take that back, I wouldn't ask for payment, just expenses, the performances would be payment enough. Gloria and I once saw a street musician in New Orleans play a one string guitar. The lyrics went something like this: praise Jesus, praise Jesus, praise Jesus. That same day we saw an impromptu jam session of N'awlin's style jazz in the middle of St. Charles Cathedral square. The trombone player sang like Louis Armstrong of course, but he could fill the square with his voice. Wild.

Here are the lyrics (as best as I could understand them) and a rough translation. If this isn't the blues, I don't know what is.

Cuando salgo a los campos me acuerdo
De un amor que yo tuve en un tiempo
Hoy la miro y me da sentimiento
Sentimiento por ese ingrato amor

Tu eres rico y te llena de orgullo
Yo so pobre y tirado a los vicios
Te lo digo borracho quien me juicio
Otro amor como el mio no lo has de hallar.

Tu eres rico y te llena de orgullo
Yo so pobre y tirado a los vicios
Te lo digo borracho quien me juicio
Otro amor como el mio no lo has de hallar.

*****

When I head out to the fields I remember
Of a love that I had once upon a time
Now I see her and it gives me sorrow
Sorrow over an ungrateful love

You are rich and she fills you with pride
I am poor and slave to my vices
I tell you this drunk- who more can judge me
Another love like mine you’ll never find it.

You are rich and she fills you with pride
I am poor and slave to my vices
I tell you this drunk- who more can judge me
Another love like mine you’ll never find it.