Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Check out Sweet Water Journal for an article on vegetarianism that I can totally relate to!
Well, here I am at Kinko's again. I started temping at Dana-Farber again on Monday, working as the executive assistant for the head of the Radiology department, who has a very thick french accent. The more time I spend assisting people who are experts in their field, the more aware I become of the fact that I am not applying any of my education to my current work life. I think about applying to go back to school pretty much every day, but does it make any sense to finish my DMA? I think the only place in Boston I could apply to do a DMA is Boston University (since I think I have ruled out NEC, which rejected me once already and only takes a maximum of ONE voice DMA student a year). Other than that, the only other programs that make any sense to my confused brain are a Master's in Social Work or certification to teach music in the public schools. I suppose the other option would be to teach voice lessons privately and freelance. Too bad the house I live in doesn't have a piano. So, other than that, there's probably lots I could tell you... but nothing I'd be willing to write on my blog... so you'll have to call me. : )

Friday, October 27, 2006

So I feel like I should blog since I have the chance, but I don't really know what to say. I've been without reliable internet access for the last several weeks and have only blogged short entries that I could sneak into my work day. Today I'm not working, so I'm at Kinko's and it's costing me money to write this... So far I have temped for 8 days in the Head and Neck Oncology Dept at Dana Farber Cancer institute and then yesterday I had an interview for another temp position in the Radiology department which starts on Monday and lasts for 3-4 weeks. I found out yesterday afternoon that I did indeed get the job, so that's good, but I'm not too thrilled about the fact that I'll still be in limbo. Last night I went to see "Moses and Aron" (Schoenberg) at the BSO and it was pretty crazy -- an incredible performance. I went with my friends Lisa and Jason with whom I stayed until Tuesday and ran into several old NEC friends while we were there. It is actually really reassuring to run into other people who are working day jobs and having a hard time getting things going musically. That's part of the appeal of living here -- company.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

The road leads...



to home sweet home...



My room is that top window.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

This morning Anne, who owns the house in which I now live, brought me these roses from her garden.



Aren't they pretty?

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Arrrrgh! I barely slept at all last night. Let's just say that things are not working out here in Boston quite as smoothly as I'd hoped they would. So now I have an apartment, but not a job. Interesting turn of events, eh? I guess the good thing about living here is that I keep randomly running into old school friends from NEC. Unfortunately, most of those folks are making their living mostly doing something that has nothing to do with music. So, it's nice to have a larger social circle than I did in Madison or Syracuse, but I'd like a little security. Hopefully my temp agency will call me with more work on Monday, but who knows! I move into my new place on Tuesday. It's pretty awesome. I'll tell more about that later on...

So I've decided to make a list of things that make me feel more calm, focused, and secure (and I'm tagging Susan on this). Here I go:

1. Breathing slowly in and out repeating to myself, "Calming (in), Smiling (out), Present Moment (in), Wonderful Moment (out)".

2. Taking a walk, especially where there are lots of trees and tree creatures.

3. Singing practice

4. Piano practice

5. Writing

6. Lying in corpse pose on the floor imagining someone I love holding my feet

7. Lying in the restorative pose where my legs are up the wall

8. Visiting an art museum

9. Running

10. Reading a good book

That was a good exercise. Speaking of exercise, I would really like to start running again. I have been saying that for months...

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

I remember the first time I saw this painting hanging in Boston's Museum of Fine Arts:



I couldn't take my eyes off it. I stood there staring at it for what seemed like an hour and returned weekend after weekend to see it again. Finally I broke down and bought a copy of it to hang on my wall, though it never quite seemed to do justice to the original. The color isn't right; the copy doesn't even include the whole image. But what is it that I like so much about it? At first I thought it was just another sappy reminder of an ex-boyfriend who I hopelessly wanted to pursue his painting, but in retrospect I don't think that's it. When I look at this painting now, I see it as a symbol of the union of feminine and masculine, of light and dark, right and left. I see a meeting of minds, a union of souls, a love that bears fruit. I did take an art history class once in college and I know some of the ways in which art is analysed, but I don't really have a knack for it. Like poetry and music, in art, I like what I like. I like what hits me just so. I'm surprised to find that this painting still has an impact on me.

By the way, for those of you who were surprised to hear that I am living in Boston, I'm not surprised that you're suprised!! I haven't been that easy to figure out lately, but finally I decided that this is what I want. I was waiting to send an official announcement until I find an apartment, so... hopefully that's not too far off. For the time being, I'm staying in Wild Turkeyville, otherwise known as Jamaica Plain (which is, yes, an outskirt of Boston : ))

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

So this morning when I left my friends' apartment in Jamaica Plain to go to work at Dana-Farber Cancer Institute, there was a giant bird on the sidewalk.




I couldn't figure out what s/he was doing there. It was so weird! The apartment is only a couple of blocks from the Arnold Arboretum, so maybe s/he lives there...

Thursday, October 12, 2006

When I got to Kalamazoo, Julia told me that if it weren't for her son, Andrew, she didn't know how she would make it. We are all thanking God so much for him. He loves the puppets. Aunt Annie was pretty exhausted, but she still played an awesome monkey.










Aunt Annie and Pamela smothering Julia with our love.



Uncle David with Grandma and Grandpa.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Edwin Neckermann
1969 - 2006
Loving father, husband, son, uncle, brother.
He will be greatly missed.
May he rest in peace.




I wish I had better photos, but these will have to do for now.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Hi, friends. Sorry I haven't written much for a while. I am writing you from Boston, actually, where I have been trying to find work and an apartment. The day I got here, however, I got some tragic news. My dear cousin, Julia, who has been like a sister to me my whole life, lost her husband suddenly on Friday. He was driving to work and somehow missed a stop sign and the intersecting traffic that didn't have a stop sign killed him instantly. As you know if you have been following my blog, Julia and Edwin have a beautiful 2 year old son, who now doesn't have a father. My wonderful cousin no longer has a partner to help her care for her son -- no longer has a partner with which to love and share her life. I keep finding myself crying and am feeling rather down about all this, but I just can't imagine how she is coping. She is truly brave as she faces each new day, missing someone vitally important to her life. I am leaving in the morning for Kalamazoo, stopping briefly in Syracuse to pick up my mom. I don't really know what to say, but this is what comes to mind:

"Life is short and we do not have too much time to gladden the hearts of those who travel the way with us, so let us be swift to love and make haste to be kind."

Monday, October 02, 2006

Museum Field Trip Leaves Texas Art Teacher out of A Job
I'll admit it... I spent almost the entire day watching television. I was feeling really ill this morning (for womanly reasons) and decided TV would be a good distraction from the cramps and the extreme stomach ache I had from the Advil. Anyway... I ended up watching part of this awful show by that horrible guy who wrote that terrible book called, *He's Just Not that Into You*. On the show he had three people who were trying to make major life decisions and who had decided to let HIM make the decision for them. Yikes!! There was this lady who had taken the bar exam 3 times already and failed, who was ready to give up, but her son didn't think she should. He thought she should give it another try just simply because it's her dream to become a lawyer and she has come so far already. In the end, after an audience vote and advice from a lawyer (who I think must also be a motivational speaker), she decided to go for it and take the exam again. Somehow all this mindless, silly TV actually got me thinking about MY dreams and what it is I've been working MY whole life on and what it is I'm about ready to completely give up on. I actually started this as a reply to Susan's last blog entry, but decided to just post it on my own blog. Wouldn't it be nice to just give over my major life decisions to a talk show host, a motivational speaker, and an audience vote? If I did, what would they say I should do? Somehow it seems so much easier that way. No one asked her about financial issues or her own health or stress level. No one seemed to care about just how well she did in law school or whether she was really well-suited to the profession. It was just a matter of asking what she wanted, what she dreamed of, what she had been working on for so long. That's all that seemed to matter to them. Maybe that is really all that matters.
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