SWEATER WEATHER CHATTER

It is futile to resist the charm of a November morning.

The kiss of sweater weather, but not quite there yet.

And a litany of change looming in. 2 months to go and a new year. That was really fast.

Thinking. More thinking.

I have always dreamt to be a professor upon learning the joys of facilitating classes.

 Music and Teaching seem destined to work hand in hand in my book since you will always be in touch with pop culture and the youth in general, there will be adjustable schedules and lesson plans, plus my passion lies between those two threads. But only lately did I find myself considering an Arab Cuisine Restaurant business venture. It roots down to my impatience for my parents to find a suitable means of living since my mom is retiring from her nursing job in Saudi. Why not invest on something you love doing - like cooking, I suggested. They just won't listen. Now I know where I got my stubbornness. 

Bicol lacks a good Mediterranean restaurant. Oh correction, they don't lack one - they DON'T HAVE ONE. There goes my slot.

My bloodline is one advantage too. I grew up eating Arab food, with my dad being the best cook in the world. I would know if it's good stuff or not. So why not? I may lack the cooking skills, but I'll get there. And it's Mediterranean food for god's sake - the best cuisine in the world, with its rich aroma and spices. Not like those ugly looking Korean dishes that smell of artificial flavoring. I choose to push my subjectivity here as the only objective truth. Kiss my stubborn Arab bumbum.

Need to do more thinking.

I have learned that there is a new 2-day music festival brewing (search 7101 International Music Festival) early next year. As always, I am ecstatic for I'm one of the few who can't seem to afford to go to other countries just to experience one. Just too much expenses. I have always been frustrated with the productions here for exhausting their audience with folk singer has-beens and crooners, and that kept going on for a decade. This is a welcomed change.

I just hope when they choose the local acts to support their events, they will lean to diversity instead of marketability. I mean, look at it this way, people won't go to your concerts for the Pinoy bands (sad but true). They can watch those guys whip out their repertoire in Saguijo or Route196. They will be paying good money for the artists you are bringing over. Why not put random, but good bands who need exposure in the spotlight? This will be a good platform for introducing deserving bands to new ears. You in turn will reap a big amount of gratitude for giving them the break they deserve.Yes, I am quite biased and keen to mention my band to be part of that train of thought, but I also can recommend others who should be given opportunities like this.

Enough of bands monopolizing the scene. I do know that this isn't their fault. Who doesn't want a good gig? So productions, please, this is not show business for God's sake. Don't milk these bands to their last spill while the other rot in their barrel. there's enough good music for everyone.

I’m not sure if that was a good metaphor, but it was worth a shot. 

This has been the subject of my tweets a couple of days ago, so this blog will be the final nail to the coffin. I hope someone was listening.

The thing with twitter is you can rant publicly without claiming responsibility.

But all your slips, all your outburst, all your good-bad vibe are mirror pieces of you. You are letting the public take a sneak peek of your unconscious mind.

To be found out - for some, is worse than public execution.

Well I still give out my piece of mind loudly. I do admit I am an opinionated prick (but adorable at that). I am starting learn to choose the words because a little sensitivity goes a long way. Besides, I will be George Costanza here and go "I am more comfortable criticizing people behind their backs, thank you very much."

Ah the complications of initiating acceptable social interactions!