When I was fourteen years old I started playing bass guitar, and I fell in love with it. That was it. I thought I’d make my living playing bass. I saw myself going all the way, getting famous with my band, making history with my band. For the next ten years I played in the … Continue reading What Drives You?
At the risk of sounding very pretentious, I’ve been putting a lot of work into that novel I’m writing. It’s an extremely self-motivated endeavor, the type of thing people don’t tend to give a shit about, like a newly-weds’ wedding website, or starting a spoon-art collection. Saying that you’re writing a novel is a good … Continue reading So…How’s that novel coming?
We’ve arrived in Cheonan and begun our lives as online English tutors--freelance conversationalists is the name I prefer. The way it works is: the website, Cafetalk, acts as a middleman, connecting students to teachers. The students pay for points, and the tutors are paid in those points, which translate into whatever currency you like. Through … Continue reading Freelance Conversationalism
It’s been a week since we left Wellington, and it already feels like ages. Becca and I traveled to New Zealand under the assumption that we’d get jobs, live out the year, and then travel to South Korea to teach English. By chance, we arrived in Wellington right at the worst time … Continue reading A Slice of Kiwi
“It’s an escape from the ugliness of the outside world. It’s dream land.” -Peter Jackson One life goal checked off the list: I had the chance to see inside the studio responsible for Lord of the Rings, Prometheus, District 9, and a slew of my other favorites. Unfortunately, we couldn't take pictures inside the studio, … Continue reading Weta Workshop: Dream Land
The words are brought to life by a melodic male voice. It’s a young voice, yet mature, untrained yet confident. Carried into my headphones from cyberspace, riding on the backs of little ones and zero’s, the owner of this voice is immortalized. “Life is a one-way dirt road, there’s only one way to go, and … Continue reading In Memory of Spencer Bell
The first day in Wellington, as Becca and I explored the city, we ran into a huge demonstration. People waved signs about women’s rights, signs protesting human rights violations, and even signs the read “not my president.” It seems that Trumps inauguration caused waves of disapproval worldwide, even as far as New Zealand. Becca and … Continue reading Love Trumps Hate Worldwide