It requires a special mind-set for me to listen to Russian rap: 1- I am slightly sad 2- I feel like a mafia boss/street fighter=macho man, or both.
Also, why can't Vienna weather get its shit together? Seriously, this has been going long enough and has totally affected the strawberry crops... which is most tragic, cause strawberries don't like to be flooded... so why Vienna, why??? Sun, please be here.
Finally, why are people such whinny bitches (ironic coming from the author of this blog), I actually mean, complicated whinny bitches. So I've been trying to organize this event for the past 3-4 months. It is mean to take place next week and it should involve musicians and poets from St. Petersburg, Kiev and Vienna. Thing is, that for the past 3 months I've been desperately searching for donors: e-mails, phone calls, meetings, me coming to people and proposing this idea... it has been challenging and most definitely had been the milestone in causing my rant about people in general and Austrians in particular. So after all this time we have a budget of about 250 euros and 4 people from the ex-Soviet Union countries to bring to Vienna. Which actually somehow may work. Thing is, I have only realized this brilliance rather late: some of the said participants still need visas, others think of us as billionaires (which we could be, but you know not in terms of the said event).
I feel like I've messed up:
1 --> At the beginning of our adventure, back on April 11th, we had a meeting with two potential investors: Raiffeisenbank representative and UPF- whereas the bank guy was merely curious and found our idea interesting and couldn't finance us, however promised to help and later assured me that he had gotten us a deal with the other bank sector that would easily provide us with money (1 grand, so heaven practically)- didn't happened, instead I have wasted a whole month chasing after them and delusioned myself, in the end received a very bitter and harsh answer that has once blankly and once more indirectly (there were two guys that I have talked to) told me that they were not interested.
UPF, on the other hand, have been very eager to help us from the get go. They offered us 600 euros in exchange for our consultation during a few of their meetings. Now at the time we wanted 1000-1500 euros and most importantly I was warned by my parents, in a very my-parents-manner, that even though it was my mom, who suggested that I contact UPF in the first place, we should watch out for them as UPF is practically a cult (long story, many details, very scary, blahblahblah)...so when we sat there and our UPF conversationists pretty much engulfed our idea and us with their vision and...words, both my 'fellow curator' and I have felt intimidated by the idea of co-operating with UPF, that and the promise of bank money have made it very easy for me and only me, cause nobody else makes decisions in this world apparently, to say no to UPF. I have wrote back to them two weeks ago, but they had no money as the deadline for applying for a fund was end of April...go me!
2--> So, other than rejecting money... I have once again mixed pleasure with business. I have involved the artists and friend that I'm afraid might feel as though they have been cheated by my disorganization... acquaintances, that I have met last year in St Petersburg and would like to have seen more of, cause daym they're talented, and my friend is AWESOME.
My soliloquy is over. May I be redeemed. May all be good. May all my decisions be made with a purpose. May all work out. May we all be friends and live long and prosper. May all be the most beautiful way possible.
Also, why can't Vienna weather get its shit together? Seriously, this has been going long enough and has totally affected the strawberry crops... which is most tragic, cause strawberries don't like to be flooded... so why Vienna, why??? Sun, please be here.
Finally, why are people such whinny bitches (ironic coming from the author of this blog), I actually mean, complicated whinny bitches. So I've been trying to organize this event for the past 3-4 months. It is mean to take place next week and it should involve musicians and poets from St. Petersburg, Kiev and Vienna. Thing is, that for the past 3 months I've been desperately searching for donors: e-mails, phone calls, meetings, me coming to people and proposing this idea... it has been challenging and most definitely had been the milestone in causing my rant about people in general and Austrians in particular. So after all this time we have a budget of about 250 euros and 4 people from the ex-Soviet Union countries to bring to Vienna. Which actually somehow may work. Thing is, I have only realized this brilliance rather late: some of the said participants still need visas, others think of us as billionaires (which we could be, but you know not in terms of the said event).
I feel like I've messed up:
1 --> At the beginning of our adventure, back on April 11th, we had a meeting with two potential investors: Raiffeisenbank representative and UPF- whereas the bank guy was merely curious and found our idea interesting and couldn't finance us, however promised to help and later assured me that he had gotten us a deal with the other bank sector that would easily provide us with money (1 grand, so heaven practically)- didn't happened, instead I have wasted a whole month chasing after them and delusioned myself, in the end received a very bitter and harsh answer that has once blankly and once more indirectly (there were two guys that I have talked to) told me that they were not interested.
UPF, on the other hand, have been very eager to help us from the get go. They offered us 600 euros in exchange for our consultation during a few of their meetings. Now at the time we wanted 1000-1500 euros and most importantly I was warned by my parents, in a very my-parents-manner, that even though it was my mom, who suggested that I contact UPF in the first place, we should watch out for them as UPF is practically a cult (long story, many details, very scary, blahblahblah)...so when we sat there and our UPF conversationists pretty much engulfed our idea and us with their vision and...words, both my 'fellow curator' and I have felt intimidated by the idea of co-operating with UPF, that and the promise of bank money have made it very easy for me and only me, cause nobody else makes decisions in this world apparently, to say no to UPF. I have wrote back to them two weeks ago, but they had no money as the deadline for applying for a fund was end of April...go me!
2--> So, other than rejecting money... I have once again mixed pleasure with business. I have involved the artists and friend that I'm afraid might feel as though they have been cheated by my disorganization... acquaintances, that I have met last year in St Petersburg and would like to have seen more of, cause daym they're talented, and my friend is AWESOME.
My soliloquy is over. May I be redeemed. May all be good. May all my decisions be made with a purpose. May all work out. May we all be friends and live long and prosper. May all be the most beautiful way possible.
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