Controlled Narcissim | 03/26/09
I took Chompy back to the vet because her nail hadn't fallen off and her paw was swelling up. The vet response was to give Chompy a little dog-cast after ripping off the nail with a pair of pliers. She took it better than I did, with the waves of nausea crashing around me in the little room. It's a good thing they taught me how to make a new cast--they did this because apparently dogs with enough focus can chew through them. That's my girl. By 8pm I had her new cast made and on.
One of my ex-girlfriends from college, Stacie, was kind enough to send me a biography of my teacher from undergrad. I ripped through it in two nights (ok, I might have skipped over some of the performance reviews). Even though I had planned to go to bed early, I came across the list of "notable" students in the book: seven of them. I know I have narcissism issues; this is no secret. That said, how was I not listed third? I know that both Michael Torke and Jerome Kitzke are both more famous and rightfully there. Fine. However, the rest of them--you've got to be kidding me. I looked up the guy listed #6 online and his only award was 2nd place in a statewide competition in 2001. That's it? Oh, for the record, I won 1st ahead of him.
I'm trying hard not to turn this into a how-awesome-am-I post but come on! Over a hundred publications? Hundreds and hundreds of performances? Dozens of commissions? Having a Pulitzer Prize-winner refer to your music as "a corpse with make-up on"? I've got it all and I totally deserved that #3 slot.
For the record, they also excluded my sworn enemy from college--and he too should be on the list. That's how serious it is. Srsly.