Tina's wanderings around the world

On occasion, I enjoy giving my own review of a play/concert/movie/what-have-you--it sort of fulfills one of my alter-egos whose job is that of a journalist, and specifically an entertainment critic. But I just have to tell you about the latest concert I went to because it was a-MAZ-ing. When I saw that Colin Hay would be touring in Australia, I scoured the internet to try to find out when he would be closest to us so we could go. Now, if you're wondering who Colin Hay is, you would be in the same boat as most of the Australians I've talked to about Colin Hay. Which is surprising because he's Australian. "I come from a land down under. Where beer does flow and men chunder. Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run you better take cover." Well, my friends, that voice you just had in your heads was that of Colin Hay. He sort of dropped off the radar for a while (though if you peruse through a few of his CDs, he was only part-way off the rada...

I consider this to be a blog-worthy topic since it's something I would be bitching to my friends about back home and, well, I'm going to launch into a rant. There's this girl at work. I've never quite encountered anyone quite like her and at first I thought this was a good thing. She's a girly girl, loves sugar, sweets and Disney, hates pants and nuts in her chocolate, plays sports fiercely and is never afraid to give her opinion. Loudly. I thought we'd get along swimmingly as we both have a massive sweet tooth and even knew someone in common before I came to the office. But things are a bit weird... Most of the time she has the pretense of niceness, and sometimes I even think it's genuine. Then she flips and is dismissive, turns her body away from me and physically discludes me from conversation. On more than one occasion, there have been three of us from our department at a show and instead of getting seats for us all together, she'll get seats for jus...

My views of right and wrong exist in an idealistic world that is mostly an illusion. It's a lovely illusion, but one that isn't very real istic. This sort of dreamland got its first major crack six years ago when I was 20, right after I had graduated from college. I was working at my first post-college job and was easily the youngest in a position of authority. I was more or less the "second in command" organizing multiple lectures, workshops and events all day, on a walkie-talkie and cell phone simultaneously, running around to fix foreseeable and unforeseeable snafus. One of our biggest events was the talent show. Each school had at least one entry, not to mention the staff and student counselor performances. Welllll, the student counselor performance that year walked a fine line, with a few metaphors and homonyms that had some semi-inappropriate double meanings (whether intended or not) and the senior staff member in charge of the talent show flipped her shit. I wa...