Get a job, sir!

And today I realized that now that school is done, I have to find a job. Which leads me to think about what I want to work in, which means I should ideally know what I want to do in life. But today that only leads to a blank screen...and to the fourth wave of my identity crisis!

Any suggestions?

Prelude to Radiohead

It's 12.07 am this Tuesday and I just saw groups of Radiohead fans already walking towards Thunderbird Stadium! In the darkness, I noticed tents, backpacks, and groups of fans getting ready for a night of waiting. I just got home from the airport and the only reason I'm here (in the blog) is to share that the only reason I'm here (in Vancouver) and ended my Mexico trip short was to see Radiohead in a few hours. But the guys camping out there, in the rain, with plastic sheets to cover them during more than 20 hours before Thom sings his first notes, make my little effort of booking an earlier flight seem insignificant. Hoorah Radiohead fans!

Shit guys! They figured me out.

Browsing through this jewel, I came across a line that might launch the third wave of my identity crisis (the first and second waves will be explained upon request):

Fact #7 - White people earn credibility by being into film from strange countries - “oh you liked Batman? Yeah, I didn’t see it, I’m really into Serbian film now. They had a great retrospective at the Vancouver Festival.”

Shit guys! I'm white!

p.s. For an alternative view of "shit guys!" visit The End of the World.