DMV again, Emigrant

I spent most of today writing for Irish Emigrant. I wrote an article on soprano Emma Kate Tobia and her album “Aisling na nGael” (An Irish Dream).

Writing, when it’s not for fun, takes me forever for some reason. It’s my word choice, I’m so picky about the way I phrase things. It took me a few hours to write this piece and it was only like 450 words--though today it was partly because it took me a long time to translate the names of some of the Irish songs on the album.

When I got up I went by the DMV again. This trip took maybe 15 minutes whole. They treat you like royalty there when you have an appointment, it was amazing.

“Ah, you have an appointment? Pardon me, I didn’t realize! (Brushing off the lint on my jacket and fixing my collar) Right this way, sir!”

New license pictures are always fun. This one didn’t turn out that bad. I was kind of hoping they would just reprint my license with the picture from when I was 15--I’ve long wanted to get to the point where people don’t believe it’s me anymore.

Then there’s that signature pad where you sign your name and it gets printed on your license. I hope nobody actually references a person’s license to verify their signature because no matter what you write on that thing your name always seems to take the shape of the Andes mountain range.

Tonight I’ll be doing some work for my mom, then tomorrow maybe hanging out with my friend Andrew. We shall see.