It's on ..

I am now certified - but in a good way - to trade labour for cash, in a foreign country.

(no matter how I right labour/labor, it does not look write)

Of course, the incubation of Oakville has given me far too much time towards introspection, my neurotic nature shifts the burden of a visa straight over to jobs when I get there.

But I've been writing much more recently and am trying to build up some momentum to get freelancing going once there. Not sure how to go about setting this up though. And, severely looking forward to starting something up musically overseas. That might pay.

BLATt

Saturday night on Craigslist.

O-ya.

Seriously though, I'm disappointed to come across a job-posting for an intern with Blatt Publishing in Berlin. After resigning myself to a job teaching English or working in a caffe - don't get me wrong, both have their perks, and hell any job will do - I now come across something I'd love to do.
I knew I recognized the name too, and it took a moment to realize why : Wolf At The Door, a fucking twisted novel Negin picked up in Prague.
It's not actually published by Blatt, rather by Twisted Spoon, but he writes for the magazine and they just published a collection of his poems in book form. This intern job would be sweet simply for the opportunity to meet him.

The problem? Starts in September, and I just bought an October 4th plane ticket.