Monday, December 27, 2010

Changes in plan

I went to the airport tonight fully expecting to get on a plane to Detroit and then get on another plane to Syracuse at the crack of dawn.  I couldn't think of a single reason why it shouldn't happen.  The storm is much farther east, so why should any of my flights be cancelled?  Not only is there not supposed to be any snow in either Detroit or Syracuse tonight, but even if there was, both cities are known for their ability to deal with snow.  Syracuse has already had 72" and from all reports I've heard, everybody is going about business as usual.  Unfortunately however, when I got to SFO at 8:30pm this evening, I found out the soonest I could expect to arrive in Syracuse is midnight on Tuesday.  And, I might as well go home and get some sleep because they re-routed me through Chicago and the connecting flight doesn't leave until 9pm tomorrow and I could get on a plane tonight, but then I'd just end up waiting all day tomorrow at O'Hare.  Actually, my original flight to Detroit is due to leave as scheduled, but the connecting flight from Detroit to Syracuse was cancelled for reasons unknown and I would have ended up stranded in Detroit.  Since JFK is closed right now because of heavy snowfall, it can be speculated that either the flight was cancelled as a precaution or the back up of passengers waiting to leave NYC took precedence over my need to get home.

One of my co-workers has been talking a lot lately about how Mercury is in Retrograde, explaining this phenomenon as the reason why so many things are not working out as planned.  I have to confess that Astrology is something that doesn't make a heck of a lot of sense to me.  As much as people have given me examples about all the commonalities they see amongst friends who are one star sign or another, I just can't see that there truly are any logical correlations.  And, I can't say whether being told you are probably going to turn out a certain way might influence how you actually turn out.  That said, it does seem like a lot of kooky things have been going on lately.  Still, isn't that often the case around the holidays?

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas!

Today, although I am feeling content knowing that I will see my family very soon, I am reminded that the holidays can be a very stressful time for a lot of people and thought it might be a good time to remember some of the tricks I have used throughout the years to change my perspective when times are hard and I need to find more peace and calm.

1. I imagine that I am slowly zooming out over my physical location and place myself, as if I am on a map, in the room I'm in, the building, the street, the neighborhood, the city, the state, the region, the country, the continent, etc. until I am just a speck in the universe.

2. I close my eyes and imagine myself hugging and exchanging good will with everyone I can think of who I am not feeling completely at peace with.

3. I think back in time to what I was doing yesterday at this time and then last week, last month, last year, five years ago, ten years ago, etc.  It helps me remember that troubling things are transient and that the themes of what is important to me remain pretty much constant.

4. I imagine myself as a ninety year old woman talking about my life -- the things I am most proud of and the things I regret -- to help put into perspective specific things I am currently worried about.

5. While walking around town, I imagine that everyone I walk by is my brother, sister, or close friend.  Or, something else that works in a similar way for me is to imagine that all the people I am walking by are exactly equal to me in every way and in no way better or worse.  

6.  Additionally, I have found Metta helpful and also simple breathing meditations.

What tricks do you have?

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Getting to Know YOU

1. What musical things have you done today?

2. Did you watch the lunar eclipse?

3. Have you had any egg nog yet this season?

4. What do you like best about the holidays?

5. What is your favorite board game? Or, if you don't like board games, what sort of games do you prefer to play?

[Me: 1. I practiced violin this Noon and I had choir rehearsal this evening; 2. Yes - I watched quite a bit of it from my window until the moon was covered by clouds, then I watched the whole thing on a time lapse video; 3. Yes - in several varieties; 4. Seeing my family; 5. Probably Scrabble.]

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Experiment

This morning I learned second hand about an intriguing study.  I was told that two separate control groups were established and that one group was exposed to a big poster board with the word "Yes" all over it and the other group was exposed to a big poster board with the word "No" all over it.  After seeing the poster board, each person was given an MRI to record brain activity.  And, interestingly, there was considerably greater brain activity in the control group who had seen "Yes" than those who had seen "No".  Also, a follow up phone call one week later revealed that the control group who had seen "Yes" felt considerably more satisfied with their lives than those who had seen "No".

It seems reasonable to me that a person who is told "No" over and over again could become discouraged and that continual rejection might lead someone to feel less satisfied with life, whereas hearing "Yes" and being accepted could have a more positive effect.  And, perhaps just seeing the word "Yes" is enough to provide results.  The brain is certainly complex and mysterious enough to me that I am willing to consider this possibility.  

I wonder if you will join me in an experiment.  Find a piece of paper and write the word "Yes" on it multiple times - in big letters and small letters -  so that it covers the whole page.  Hang up this piece of paper on the wall of your house/apartment somewhere where you can see it (by the piano, by your desk, in the kitchen or bathroom, etc.) and leave it there for a week or two at some time when you will be around (and not on vacation somewhere else).  Don't try to judge the effects it has on you.  Just let it be there.  I'm going to ask you about it later. :-)

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Violin

I started playing violin around the age of four (and grew up the daughter of a professional violinist).  I played throughout school with varying degrees of interest, the height of which was in high school while preparing Kreisler's Praeludium and Allegro for the state solo competition.  When I chose to major in voice performance in college, it didn't occur to me that keeping up my violin chops would have been a smart thing to do.  I did take a few professional gigs playing in a wedding string quartet group after college, but since I was playing with others who were much better at their instruments than I was, I assumed that I really should just stick to voice.  I should say, though, in retrospect, that I didn't really practice much or give myself a chance.  I just assumed violin was something I wasn't that good at.  Years later, I have picked up my violin again, and have written a set of five songs for singing violinist (or violin playing singer) that I will be performing in front of people.  What is unique about this situation is that I wrote the piece, so I purposefully wrote music that I can actually play.  I do have to practice every day, though, because my muscles are still not really used to playing on a regular basis for any length of time.  I know I have a lot of room for improvement in the quality of my playing, but I don't feel as discouraged as I have in the past when trying to play violin.  The main reason for this is because I am noticing that I feel considerably happier after I have been playing the violin.  It makes sense to me now that returning to something I did for the entirety of my childhood would make me feel more grounded and at peace.  And, I am really glad to have finally come back to it.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Museum Trip

Last evening I went with a friend to the modern art museum here in town.  There were a good number of interesting works, but my favorite pieces of all were a collection of watercolor paintings done by African children from Southern Rhodesia.  Two of them can be seen here, but honestly, it doesn't do them any justice, because the vibrancy of the colors was really the best thing about them.  They were incredible and very inspiring.  It was very hard to believe they were done by children, because they looked like they must have taken a lot of time to create, and when I think of children in our American culture, I don't think of them having a lot of time to devote to any one activity, especially not artistic ones.  We live in such a busy world.  It really made me think.  Also, re: the vivid colors, I had to wonder how the watercolors were made.  I have never seen watercolors in such beautiful colors.

I haven't been to an art museum in quite a while, but while I was a student at New England Conservatory, I was in the habit of going to the Museum of Fine Arts almost every Saturday.  As a student, we could go free, which was so cool.  I have to admit that the first time I went to an art museum here, I was a little disappointed, because I was used to seeing much bigger collections.  But, what I realized when I went last night is that I love to look at art and there is a lot of art here in town that I haven't seen yet.  Also, museums frequently change their exhibits, so it's always cool to go back even if you think you've seen everything.  Which reminds me, there is a cool impressionist exhibit at another SF museum that is only here until January.  I'd better get on that!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Getting Into The Spirit

Today I bought a fiberoptic tree and some egg nog.  
My kitty cat is not sure what to make of the tree.  
Luckily it is much too small for her to climb.



Sunday, December 12, 2010

Empty glass :-(

Oh no, Nashira!  My glass is empty!


"NOOOOOO!!!!!! Say it isn't so!!!!!!" says Nashira.


"Yeah.  Here.  Check it out." says Pam.


Saturday, December 11, 2010

True Confessions

My friend Heidi, a mezzo I sometimes have the pleasure of singing with, has made it clear that she thinks it's not a good idea to blog after drinking three glasses of wine. Well, I say POO! Having drunk half a bottle of wine myself, I would like to say that this is the perfect time to write a blog post. :-P What could she possibly reveal that wouldn't be deliciously fun to read?

Interesting...

So, you probably remember a few years ago when I started posting Getting To Know You questionnaires on my blog. I was doing it weekly for a while and am always happy when people answer. Thanks, Susan and Scott! :-) I have to tell you, I am so amused because today on Facebook, I noticed that someone else has started doing this! [I noticed that two other friends were tagged in a Getting To Know You quiz, but I was not, so I don't know where it originated.] I'm sure it's not impossible that someone else was doing a Getting To Know You quiz before me, but I can't help but wonder if someone got the idea from me. Maybe I'll never know!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Getting To Know You

1. Is it snowing where you are? And/or, is there snow on the ground?

2. What is the last thing you practiced doing?

3. When is the last time you taught someone something? What was it?

4. What sounds can you hear where you are right now?

[Me: 1. Nope. Nope; 2. I practiced some music for my upcoming recital last night; 3. I taught a voice/piano lesson to a high school girl last evening; 4. I can hear traffic and construction vehicles.]

Happy Friday!

Today my office is having our holiday party, so we all get to eat a delicious meal, drink wine, exchange secret snowflake gifts, and then go home early! Woo hoo! Still, I think I should probably resist the urge to drink too much since the weekend is only two days long and I have a lot of music to learn for the (all contemporary music) recital I am giving in Syracuse on December 29th. I actually just got two of the pieces I will be singing yesterday, so I'll feel much better once I have learned them. And... I am planning to perform the pieces I just wrote, accompanying myself on the violin. My mother has offered to be my back up in case I wimp out, but I am going to practice and see how far I can get. Lots of work to do! But first... party! :-)

Thursday, December 09, 2010

Letting Go

My good friend Scott proposed the following advice about composing:

"Never be afraid to throw your precious music in the trash. If something just doesn't work, get rid of it. Don't get too attached too soon."

It just occurred to me that perhaps this is really good advice about other aspects of life as well. :-) Like Scrabble.

Sunday, December 05, 2010

Inspiration

My experience performing last night left me feeling so inspired that today I ended up writing a five song set of pieces for voice and violin that included the one song I had already written. I had actually written two others songs with texts by the same author, but had written them for voice with a simple piano accompaniment (that I never liked), so I decided to rewrite them for violin and then decided to add two other pieces with texts by the same author. They are all short and I may very well continue to revise them, but I am really excited. I never thought I would accomplish anything like this. I am surprised at myself!

Saturday, December 04, 2010

Performance Challenge

Tonight I have agreed to perform a piece I wrote for voice and violin *by myself * at what I hope will be a very mellow house concert. That was not the original plan, but when the original plan fell through and I needed to come up with something else to perform, I asked a friend of mine if he would be willing to hum the violin part of a duet I wrote while I sang and he said he thought I should try to accompany myself. I decided this would be an interesting challenge, but now I am trying to figure out how to take on this challenge without making myself look like a bad musician. I have to say, I have a tendency to play it safe when it comes to musical performance. I have only performed my own music in public one time outside of a composition class and that one time was in a remote art gallery corner (singing and playing piano) where people were milling about and not really listening. Also, I have not played my violin in public in over ten years. I tend to only sing music I think I will sing well. Honestly, I am pretty scared of having people think I stink at what I do. So... tonight I am pushing the boundaries in two areas. Not only am I singing a piece I wrote in public, but I am accompanying myself on the violin. It doesn't sound too terrible... but I am trying to figure out a way to perform the piece so that part of the time I am singing without the violin just to show that I can actually sing and sing in tune. It's remarkably hard to sing with good technique with a violin on your neck. Also, it's quite difficult to sing in tune with a violin you are playing. Wish me luck! Am I crazy?

UPDATE 1:05am: Performance over and it went pretty well! It was definitely a good experience over all.

Friday, December 03, 2010

Listening

Yesterday evening I came home to find 3 big envelopes in my mailbox! My acceptance letter and certificate from NATS, my new glasses, and six concert CDs I ordered from NEC. The CDs are an interesting mix of styles. One is from the Joni Mitchell concert I sang on with the contemporary improvisation department. I sang two unique interpretations of Joni songs I love on a concert along side some of the best jazz and contemporary performers and composers out there. It was neat! One is Hadyn's Harmoniemesse on which I sang the soprano solo with some really talented operatic singers and a great chorus and orchestra. The other three are from the Tuesday Night New Music series, which was the Composer Forum series. The CDs I ordered were of big pieces I did with orchestra. It's been interesting to listen to and revisit these really interesting works. What an interesting and exciting time that was!!

Writing

I'm convinced that the act of writing regularly is essential in learning to write well. The reason I started a blog in the first place, in addition to wanting to keep in touch with Susan after leaving Madison, was to learn to write better. And yet... since I had trouble finding anything to write about, I didn't post here for a week.

I think it must be the same with writing music. I have written a fair amount of music for someone who has never formally studied composition or songwriting and I would love to do more of it and get better at it, but I am always thwarted by the idea that I am no good at it and so therefore shouldn't try. It occurred to me the other day, though, that the fact that I keep wanting to write -- write words and write music -- is enough to make it worth while. And, maybe I should even consider taking lessons. I feel pretty certain, though, that the very first step is just to do it -- and do it regularly.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving!

After a wonderful Thanksgiving meal this afternoon, I was introduced to a story that made me laugh harder than I have laughed in a long time. The food was delicious, we had great fun singing songs together and playing Bananagrams, and then we had a reading of The Eye of Argon, which was especially fun in a group of extremely silly friends who are prone to vigorous giggle fits. I am so sleepy right now that I'm not sure what I just wrote made sense. :-D

Friday Update: Here is the full text of the most awesome awful story you will ever read.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Notes from the day before Thanksgiving

As a follow up to yesterday's post, I am feeling now like the acupuncture was probably worth it and I think I am going to try it again sometime from a less expensive practitioner. I slept really well last night and I can't say for sure that I know why, but I am willing to consider that it might have been because of the acupuncture. Of course, I also have been on vacation from my office job for over a week now, so my schedule has been pretty light. I'm feeling good about the things I've accomplished, and am generally feeling more relaxed and at ease.

On another note, today it just started to hit me how much I miss seeing my family at Thanksgiving time. Growing up, we did the exact same thing with the exact same people every year until I was about 26 or 27. After both of my maternal grandparents passed away and then my aunt and uncle moved to Florida and my brother moved to Denver, I was still able to celebrate with at least my mom and dad. I am very thankful for the good friend I will be spending Thanksgiving with this year. I had a wonderful time at her place last year and I'm sure I will again tomorrow. But, there will always be a part of me that remembers and misses that big family gathering at the long table with all of the delicious food, all of my relatives sitting side by side, all getting along, and all excited about eating and being together. We still always talk on the phone on Thanksgiving day and I am looking forward to that.

It's not quite 9:00am and it's 41 degrees and sunny in San Francisco. I'm not used to it being this cold here! This is really my last day to try to accomplish things I want to get done on my stay-cation. Today won't be a fun job. I'm going to be sorting through papers. But, I'm imagining the sense of accomplishment once it's done will be mighty sweet. And then tomorrow, Thanksgiving!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Acupuncture

1. 30 minute get-to-know-me talk
2. 30 minute nap on nice warm table with 2 needs sticking out of my shins
3. $100 paid
4. Feel sleepy
5. Why did I just do that?

Monday, November 22, 2010

Almost 100%

This weekend I am feeling a lot better. Singing didn't feel great in church this morning, but it also didn't feel that bad. There has definitely been progress.

As I mentioned in previous posts, I took some time off from my office job so that I could take care of some things that I've been wanting to do for months, but haven't been able to find the time to do. The beginning of the week was pretty slow, since I was feeling pretty sick, but in retrospect, I would say I accomplished a lot!

Here are some of the things I am most proud of -- proud because I had been putting off doing them for such a ridiculously long time:

- Got new eyeglasses. I pretty much only wear my glasses from the time I walk from the bathroom to my bed at night until the time I walk to the bathroom to put on my contacts in the morning, but my eyesight is really bad (-10.5 in one eye and -11.5 in the other with astygmatism) so... I kind of need the glasses. For almost a *year*, I have been wearing glasses that are held together with a safety pin on one side and tape on the other. It was a gradual decline and I milked it for every moment possible, but new glasses *had* to be ordered!

- Ordered a digital recorder. I have been meaning to do this ever since I realized that the MiniDisc player was going nowhere and it was too much of a pain to transfer my recordings, but I've been putting it off. Now after hearing the results of a couple of recent live performances, I realize how much I really need to be recording rehearsals!

- Got rid of my futon. My kitty cat, who I love with all of my heart, peed on my futon mattress months ago. I tried every method in the book to get the smell out, but she peed there again - repeat - and then again - repeat... and I realized the method I was using was just not working. I had been meaning to get rid of the bed for a while for other reasons, including the fact that my apartment has a very comfortable Murphy bed that comes out of the wall and I have only been using the futon as a couch anyway, but I just never got around to it. Finally - I called the scavenger pick up people to get the futon, sold the futon frame on Craigslist, and then bought a loveseat. Woo hoo!

- Rearranged the furniture in my apartment in a way that I like better and makes more sense.

- Wrote an email to an old professor about a choral recording I did during college that I never heard about again to find out if it was ever released and found out the music from that recording session was put onto five different CDs released by NAXOS between 2003-2006. Neat!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Slowly Recovering...

Well, my sore throat is much better today, which is a relief since I've had it for a full week now. I'm still very congested, but that is less distressing. Still, I'm pretty bummed, because I took seven work days off from my office job and if I count today, I will have been sick for 3 of them. Boo.

The good news is that I have made some progress on the goals that prompted me to take the time off in the first place. In addition to getting business cards made, scheduling a pick up for my old futon, getting mostly caught up on Susan's blog, and sorting through some piles of papers, I uploaded some recent and not so recent recordings of my singing to MY OWN SOUNDCLOUD PAGE.

Unfortunately, I have made minimal progress in creating a C.V. because the task just seems too overwhelming. Trying to retrace my steps over the last *twenty* years is a huge project. It would probably help if I knew for sure what it is I am hoping to do with the finished project. Apply to DMA programs to finish my degree? Apply for adjunct teaching positions? Or... should I really be applying for funding to put on recitals? And if so, how do I do that? Maybe I should be doing all of those things!?!? (More coffee!!)

I guess the C.V. would be useful to me no matter what, so I might as well just buckle down and do it. Like... I finally got a new headshot a few weeks ago. These things need to be done. And, I'm trying to figure out if the recordings I have are useful, or if I need to schedule a recording session so that I have some traditional repertoire, like operatic arias, in mp3 format. And, if so, I need to meet some San Franciscan pianists! Or, I suppose I could schedule something in Syracuse while I'm there during the Christmas holiday. I don't know.

Sometimes I think having a clear destination in mind seems important and that the reason I have been aimlessly wandering for most of my life is because I have never been clear on what I'm doing. But, sometimes I think that life is about experience and I wouldn't have the interesting life I've had if I had been focused on just one goal all along. I certainly haven't been -- and yet, I've always been singing...

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Sick on Vacation

I can't believe it's been 8 months since I posted anything. I guess you could say I've been a little busy. I'm posting today because I decided to take a little time off from my office job so I could catch up on the rest of my life, get organized, and make plans. But... I'm sick. So, this is my second day off from work and my 6th day with a sore throat and 2nd day with a significant head cold. Boo! On the bright side, though, I have been going through random piles of things in the secret corners of my apartment and have found some fun stuff, including THIS FANTASTIC RECORDING I made with my good friend Susan back in September 2007 in the middle of my drive across the country to California. I also watched two movies, "How to Train Your Dragon", which made me cry my eyes out, and "City Island", which was very good. I'm not sure anyone will read this, but that's ok. :-)

Friday, March 12, 2010

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Hair Cut - Part 2

I put this pony tail in the mail to Locks of Love today. The coin in the picture is a quarter. From the rubber band to the end measures 16" at the longest point. I hope somebody who needs it will really enjoy wearing my hair! :-)

Monday, March 08, 2010

Haircut

Tonight I cut my hair. It had grown the longest I've ever had it in my entire life and was just getting to be too annoying to deal with. I had to wear it in a braid to bed every night so it wouldn't tangle. It was annoying to wash, too, because of the whole tangling issue. Also, I just felt like it made me look kind of dorky. When it was freshly washed it looked pretty nice, I'll admit, but on day #2, it just looked, well, boring... and it was too much of a pain to wash every day. I felt like I needed more of a style, but I also wanted to donate the cut hair to Locks of Love and knew that if I cut it, I'd want to cut a lot of it.

My whole life I have always gone back and forth between long and short hair. Until recently, if I had the desire to cut my hair because it was getting too hard to deal with, it would never have been a big deal for me. Cutting long hair into a short bob has always been liberating for me. It's always been so fun to wash my hair for the first time after cutting it because it's so much easier to do. But, alas, this time was not so easy. I've been thinking about cutting my hair for weeks without having the courage to do it. And, after making the first cut, I actually cried this time. But I have had a lot of compliments on my cute new haircut and now I'm really glad I did it.

I will post a picture sometime soon.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Chinese New Year

In addition to another popular holiday, today is Chinese New Year, which brings me to think about something that has been puzzling me for a while. Why don't I like Chinese food? I enjoy (and even *love*) most Asian food I've eaten: Thai, Burmese, Nepalese, Indian, Japanese, etc. But, I have to say, I just really don't like Chinese cuisine. It recently occurred to me that maybe the reason I don't have a positive connotation with Chinese food is that when I was growing up, my family regularly ate canned chow mein. I'm sorry to say that I just never really liked it. And, other than that, my experience with Chinese food has mostly been fried rice that is super greasy and looks like it could possibly have any number of bizarre items in it. Perhaps the problem is that I just haven't found a dish that I really like. I mean, China is an enormous place. There *must* be some Chinese food that I like.

How do you feel about Chinese food? Are there any particular dishes that you enjoy? Are there certain regional foods that you like better than others?

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Ice Cream For Dinner

Yesterday afternoon I had some blood drawn (to make sure I have enough platelets!) and was feeling really tired afterwards, so I took a nap. Then I was hungry, but was still feeling really tired and the only thing "ready to eat" in my house was ice cream. So, for dinner I ate the end of a pint of Ben and Jerry's mint chocolate cookie ice cream and some Mochi Green Tea ice cream. Naturally, afterwards I felt sick to my stomach, because that was kind of a dumb thing to do. As I was walking from my apartment to the garage where my car is parked, I ran into a man who was looking for change in a tree plot on the sidewalk. As I walked by he said to me, "Could you help me out with some change? I'm really hungry." So, I thought for a moment and said, "What would you like to eat?" And he said, "I'd really like ice cream." So, I said, "Where could you get some ice cream?" He reminded me of the place pretty near by that sells gelato. As we were walking that direction, I asked him if he was sure that's what he wanted to eat. I told him that I also had eaten ice cream for dinner, but that ice cream wasn't a very nutritious dinner. He said he thought maybe it was nutritious because there's milk in it. I said maybe that's true, but there is also a lot of sugar in it. Then he said to me that he used to be an alcoholic who drank all day long, but that he'd been sober for 12 years. (He definitely seemed sober to me.) He said he could hardly believe it had been 12 years and that he used to get into a lot of trouble with the law. He told me that he had a sweet tooth and that sugar helped him with his cravings. He also said that he just couldn't seem to get his life together. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't seem to get it together. In the end, I decided to leave him some money and let him make his own choice and I wished him the best of luck. He said he thought I was very nice. I bid him good night.

Later, as I was thinking about that conversation, I was really struck by the fact that this man who used to spend every dime he had on alcohol was now spending it on sugar. And, it occurred to me that I wasn't that unlike this man, since I, too, had eaten ice cream for dinner. While I couldn't judge this man for the choices he was making with his life and I know that giving advice is usually fruitless, especially when it is hypocritical, I knew I could learn something from the exchange. I haven't been eating that well lately. When I live alone and eat alone, I have a tendency to not cook for myself. I eat Luna bars and yogurt instead of cooking a healthy meal with vegetables and grains. I think I'm going to change that.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Kitty

As I browse the internet on my laptop, my kitty likes to sit with me, sometimes on my lap between me and the computer, which requires some serious "typing with kitty on arms* skills. Also, sometimes she also likes to lick my hands while I type. :-) :-) :-)


Thursday, February 11, 2010

Saxophone

A few years ago my brother took two LPs of my uncle playing saxophone and put them onto CDs. I hadn't really listened to them much before this week, but have listened to one of them for the last two mornings before work and I really like it. It's saxophone and piano and unfortunately I can't really read the tiny print that says what the pieces are (since it was reduced from LP size to CD size), but they are really nice and my uncle's playing is really beautiful.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Long Days

Four long days in a row. I'm on day 3. I'm done at 10 tonight and will be glad when tomorrow evening comes around. I wish I could be more prepared for this rehearsal tonight, but I really just can't be and that kind of sucks. Good news, though. Monday is a holiday! Yay!

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Apartment

I really am growing to love my apartment. I do wish it was bigger, but in a way, it's kind of nice having everything in such a compact space, and I have enough closet space that it's not really that crowded at all.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Reality

So, as it turns out, our world may be a giant hologram. Just thought I'd let you know.

Whip It!

I watched a really fun movie last night called *Whip It* that was directed by Drew Barrymore. It was a serious girl power extravaganza. It made me want a roller derby name.

Friday, February 05, 2010

Plastic vs Paper

When I think of it, if I have the choice between a 100% post-consumer recycled paper bag and a plastic bag, why would I ever choose the plastic bag? I have heard arguments that make it sound like each are equally bad, but if the paper bag is made of all recycled materials, isn't that inherently better? Ideally, I would always use my own reusable bags to take groceries or other items I have purchased, but if I absolutely must take a bag, why would I ever choose plastic that takes 450-1000 years to break down? Your thoughts?

By the way...

THANKS for reading my blog!
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Day 14: Getting To Know You

1. What are you sitting on? (or are you standing?)
2. What is the last thing you drank/ate?
3. Is there music on where you are right now? If not, what sounds can you here?
4. What do you smell?
5. What is one thing that you *have* to accomplish today?
6. Who is one person in your life who you love or have loved? What is one thing that you loved about him/her?
7. What is something that you are looking forward to?

(me: 1. a rolling office chair, 2. coffee, 3. no music, i can hear several different office conversations, the sound of people typing, the humming of office equipment, the sound of trucks passing on the street, 4. coffee, 5. i have a dvd i need to return (this is it), 6. my grandma, Geneva. i loved her hands, especially when she held my hand. they were so warm and loving, 7. i am looking forward to trying out a new chakra toning meditation that i wrote, with a student or other willing volunteer. :-))

Thursday, February 04, 2010

Day 13: Mad about this stupid article!

I came across this really irresponsible and misleading article about bullying on the front page of Yahoo yesterday. The link I provided above is actually to the original article in Live Science, which includes comments from disgruntled readers at the bottom. The Yahoo article has no space for such commentary, which I find upsetting, since Yahoo is such a widely viewed site. I posted the article on Facebook yesterday because I was so upset by it and basically wanted to see if anyone else felt the same way. Many people responded that they, too, had issues with it. The article is based on a study, which could possibly have actually been a good study. But, the article about it leaves so many important things out, it strikes me as incredibly irresponsible journalism.

The article is about why kids get bullied and rejected at school and comes to the conclusion that it is because they have poor social skills and difficulty interpreting nonverbal cues from peers. Not only does it not address the obvious factor that kids who *bully* have psychological issues (desire for retaliation, poor impulse control), but it also doesn't acknowledge that if a kid isn't raised in a home that prepares him/her to give witty retorts to aggressors, the inability to do so might only be because of *inexperience*, not poor social skills (as a friend pointed out). And then, of course, there are parents who teach their kids to "turn the other cheek" and not engage in fighting! Poor parenting??! This article really incensed me! It seems to me like the message in it is that bullying is an important and normal social skill that is crucial to normal development and if one doesn't learn how to engage in it, there is something wrong with them. Aargh!

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Spoiled Milk

I drank some spoiled milk this morning and am feeling pretty nauseous. Ick. I'll write later.

*ETA: My landlord came by today to verify that my refrigerator is not working properly. I am most likely getting a new one on Friday. Yay!

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

A little homesick

I found this picture on the internet today and it made me feel a little bit homesick. Funny that. But, I haven't seen snow in well over a year.

Day 11: BWC

Part 4

Not knowing how much bigger the turtles might get, Fiona and Jack's mom and dad decided they should stay in the back yard for the time being. It wasn't too cold and it just seemed safer that way. While their dad swept up the broken dishes, their mom escorted the turtles into the back and then started searching for Soupy Sales. Fiona and Jack followed the turtles outside and everyone was so distracted, no one even noticed that they went outside without jackets or shoes on. In fact, no one noticed that they went outside at all. And, it wasn't long before they discovered that now the turtles were the perfect size to ride on. So, Fiona and Jack were riding turtles around the perimeter of the yard while their mom was lying down half-way under the house calling to Soupy Sales, who had retreated into its far recesses. They could hear the sound of broken dishes clanking and a sweeping broom from inside. And, when the turtles got to the part of the fence that was open and led to the woods, they kept going.

Monday, February 01, 2010

Day 10: BWC - Slight Change of Plans

Good morning! Well, I need to change my blog writing challenge a little. I've decided to try exercising in the morning and there's only so much time... My mission in starting this was to inspire myself to get up earlier and that mission has been accomplished, so I feel good about that. For the rest of the 30 days, the challenge to myself will just be to write something every day with no restriction on when it has to be done or how long it has to be. I can live with that. I really like this blog and I can hardly believe I've been doing it for four years. Is that possible?! Wow. I always think the most fun thing about having a blog is when I say something that inspires reader comments, which is why "Controversy Monday" and "Quiz Friday" and "Getting To Know You" have always been so much fun to me. But I also like that I can post pretty much anything, including a random story. No rules. I like that. And, I try to remind myself that just because people don't post comments doesn't mean they aren't reading. Well, I'm off to try a little aerobic hill climbing. Happy Monday. :-)

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Day 9: BWC - Story Continued

Part 3: An Unusual Transformation

One evening after dinner, Fiona and Jack were playing with some blocks in the living room while their mom and dad did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Suddenly, they heard a loud gasp and then an even louder crash. Jack jumped over Fiona and the blocks and in one leap, two cartwheels, and a back flip was peeking by the side of the kitchen door to survey the scene. He could see that his father had dropped several dishes, which had broken into many tiny pieces all over the floor. He also saw that Soupy Sales had jumped on top of his mother's head. Both his father and mother were standing frozen with shocked looks on their faces, staring at something on the other side of the room. Jack motioned for Fiona to come see what was happening. She and Jack peeked around the corner to see what their mom, dad, and Soupy Sales were staring at on the other side of the room. They couldn't believe their eyes! The turtles, who had been out of their cages to eat their cantaloupe, had suddenly grown to twenty times their normal size! The turtles stood staring at one another looking very confused.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Day 8: BWC - Story

Part 1: Fiona

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Fiona who lived with her mom, dad, her younger brother Jack, her cat Soupy Sales, and two turtles in a big house by the side of a park in Madison, Wisconsin. Fiona was a very happy girl who liked to giggle a lot. In fact, her mom, dad, and brother Jack were always trying to get her to laugh, because when she laughed it made them all feel very happy, too. Everyone who ever met Fiona instantly loved her and even the cat and the two turtles would follow her around wherever she went, although usually the turtles lived in a cage. But even in their cage, they would stand up against the side watching Fiona, hoping she would come by to visit them, which she often did. Fiona looked exactly like you're picturing her, to a tee! But, there was one thing about Fiona that you might not have guessed. Fiona was just a little girl, but she was already becoming an expert detective. And, not the usual kind of detective. It's true that if anyone lost their keys, Fiona knew exactly where they were. But, also, if someone was unhappy or if two people were arguing about something, Fiona knew exactly what the solution was to that kind of problem, too. She didn't know a lot of words yet, but somehow she knew just enough and just exactly the right ones.

Part 2: Jack

Also, once upon a time there was a little boy named Jack who also lived with his mom, dad, older sister Fiona, his cat Soupy Sales, and two turtles in a big house by the side of a park in Madison, Wisconsin. Jack was a very agile boy who liked to do acrobatics. In fact, his mom, dad, and sister Fiona were always trying to get Jack to do flips and cartwheels because they were so amazing to watch. Everyone who met Jack instantly loved him, because he was also a very happy and loving little boy. The cat and turtles, however, liked to watch him from a safe distance because they never knew when he might run across the floor into a front flip with a half twist. Jack looked just exactly like you're picturing him. He wasn't full of words yet, but he was a good listener and he liked to help his older sister when she was doing her detective work.

TO BE CONTINUED

Friday, January 29, 2010

(Very) Random Question of the Day

Do you try to buy organic clothing? If so, what are you thoughts about doing so?

Day 7: BWC - The Catcher in the Rye

I am not someone who reads books multiple times. I would always prefer to read another book, because there are just so many out there that I want to read. That said, I have read *The Catcher in the Rye* at least four times. Catcher was the first book I ever read in which I strongly identified with the main character. I think it was the first book that made me really love to read. While reading a great article about J.D. Salinger in the New York Times yesterday, I remembered how much I really loved that book and how I felt like I almost lived in it for a little while. The article made me want to read all of his books again and made me hope that somehow someday more of his writing will be published, even though that seems very unlikely.

*The Catcher in the Rye* was assigned as part of an elective literature class I took my senior year of high school. The year before I had had so much reading to do for school in history and literature classes particularly, I pretty much hated reading. So, it was such a relief, as an angsty teenager, to read:

“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages a piece if I told anything pretty personal about them.”

I remember when I got to college, I made a good friend because of our mutual love for Catcher. We were both thoughtful, idealistic, somewhat depressed, overly sensitive young people who loved poetry, had pride in our talent, but also had much uncertainty about how to go forward in the world. I think we both related strongly to Holden because he was also depressed, sensitive, and felt alienated by the world, like no one really understood him.

Many years after college, I remember reading Catcher again, for the fourth time, I guess, and discovering that I didn't relate to Holden in the same way at all that I did when I was younger. It was a little disappointing not being able to enjoy it like I had before, but I knew that I had changed and that it wasn't a bad thing. Still, I value the book so much for what it gave me during a time when I needed someone and something to identify with. Thanks, J.D.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Day 6: BWC - Art is Healing

Sometimes when I'm feeling down or needing to get through a stuck place, I do something creative, like write a song or a story or a poem or a quiz or something else that is artistic or creative in nature. It's not that every time I do something artistic it's because I'm down and out, but that I find the creative process to be very cathartic and actually that it's kind of, I guess, *essential* to my well-being. I remember in college that a good friend of mine would occasionally suggest that we and some other friends get together in one of our dorm rooms and paint with watercolors. It was so fun. I have to wonder why I don't do that anymore. Watercolors and oil pastels are very enjoyable to play around with. I've never been someone who could draw realistic subjects, but I've always enjoyed putting together doodley patterns. The thing is, I think for anyone who has been trained to do any one of the arts professionally, there is a struggle, because you develop such a fine ability to critique yourself and others, that it becomes hard to give yourself (and others, when you teach) the permission and the space to focus on the process instead of the product. The idea of focusing entirely on the process with no regard to the product at all is especially challenging, but incredibly rewarding.

While teaching voice lessons to community members in Rochester, NY many years ago, it occurred to me at some point that the lessons I was teaching served as a sort of therapy for some of my students. While some were focused on specific goals, like wanting to sing in a choir or band or audition for a musical production, there were many who just had the desire to sing without really knowing why, and who, I could see over the time we worked together, were making changes in their personal lives that showed healthy growth and development. I'm not trying to take credit for those changes, but I do believe that the voice lessons, that learning to sing, helped them to make positive changes in their lives. Because this was such a positive experience for me and I was able to develop teaching methods that were really useful with beginning adult students, I have always really enjoyed teaching that population in addition to teaching more traditional classical lessons.

It was suggested to me a number of years ago that my methods could also be useful as a type of therapy for adults with more serious emotional disturbances, like post traumatic stress disorder, for example. At the time, the idea seemed like a wonderful one, but in thinking about it more I realized I felt quite unqualified to work with populations in which I might be called on as anything resembling a therapist. I have certainly had students cry in their lessons from time to time over the years, but I have never been faced with someone with a really serious trauma to process. So, although this might be an excellent avenue to pursue with my work, I have resigned myself to the idea that I don't really feel qualified to do it. In recent months, it has come to my attention that there are a number of degree programs that might be very appropriate for broadening my skill base. I had always thought that music therapy was primarily a field that trained therapists for work with young children with developmental disabilities, but as it turns out, there are counseling degrees in which you can specialize in music therapy or expressive art therapies that might actually be a perfect complement to the skills and work I have already developed. I have also found a certificate program in sound healing, which may or may not be appropriate. I don't know if I want to pursue a license to counsel with music, but it is reassuring to me that such programs exist should I decide to move in that direction. In the meantime, I would like to encourage you, my friends, to enjoy the arts for all the ways in which they heal you.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Getting To Know You

1. What do you think of the iPad?
2. What about summer (or warmer weather) do you look forward to the most?
3. What do you need from the grocery store?
4. Pick up the nearest book to you, turn to page 5 and write down the 3rd sentence.
5. Is there music playing where you are now? If so, what is it? If not, what sounds can you hear?
6. Who was the last person to make you laugh?
7. If you had a magic genie, what would you wish for right now?

(me: 1. It doesn't look that interesting or useful to me. 2. wearing flip flops and going around without a jacket. 3. tp. 4. "Among the passengers there were some who were returning from abroad; but the third-class compartments were more crowded, and they were all petty business folk from not far away." 5. No music. I hear the refrigerator mostly, but I also hear cars passing by on the street below. 6. Ricky Gervais. 7. to not be sick anymore)

Day 5: Blog Writing Challenge

Good morning. Well, I'm still sick. I had a fever of 100.4 before going to bed last night and then woke up covered in sweat again. Yuck. I feel really sleepy right now. I'm starting to wonder if this is a good idea at all. How interesting can a blog be that's written when my brain is at its weakest? Anyway, I guess I won't give up yet, but I might do something to change the parameters. I don't know. At any rate, I'll try to tell you something interesting.

Yesterday when I was home sick I watched a very funny movie called *The Invention of Lying* which stars Ricky Gervais. It's about a town (and a world) where people always tell the truth and there is no such thing as lying, even in the name of fiction. That is what makes the movie so funny. The main plot line is pretty good, but seriously, what makes this movie hilarious is the ridiculous dialogue between people at the beginning of the film. Part of me wants to give you more details, but part of me doesn't want to spoil it in case you decide to see it. I always like movies better when I don't know anything about them or know very little. Anyway, I also thought *Ghost Town* was really funny. I think that's the last movie I saw him in, the one where he plays a dentist. Ricky seems like the kind of guy who has an infectious laugh, like if you were hanging out with him, you'd be in stitches all the time. There is just something about him that makes me smile, but I know a lot of it is that the jokes he writes are genuinely funny, so he's obviously very smart and talented. But, it's like he's just so amused by life and by funny ideas. I don't really know this, it's just how it seems to me.

Well, I am seriously considering going back to bed. Have a good day.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Day 4: Blog Writing Challenge

Good morning. Well, I woke up covered in sweat and am not feeling so especially great this morning. I thought it was going to get easier to get up, especially if I got a full night's sleep, and especially if I got up right when the alarm went off, but I guess being sick makes it harder. What's annoying to me is that this has never progressed into a significant head cold. I am just super exhausted, feverish, have a lot of back pain, and a little congestion, but not a significant amount. Why do I feel like I'm not legitimately sick unless my voice sounds horrible and I'm blowing my nose every 5 minutes? I don't know. I went to work yesterday thinking I was much better, but I felt really hot all day and then went to the doctor and found out I have a low grade fever (If your normal body temp is 97.6 and you have a temp of 99.7, does that make the fever more significant?). A woman I work with told me that if you have a fever, that means you are contagious. I've never heard that before. I thought that you're only contagious for a few days at the beginning of the virus. So, now I don't know where my thermometer is and I think that I should probably stay home if I do still have a fever, but I have no way of knowing that, unless I only consider the fact that I woke up covered in sweat. Or, that it's probably freezing in my apartment, because the heat is not on, but I don't feel cold. Hm. That's not very scientific. Sorry I sound so whiney today. Anyway, I don't have anything interesting to say and I've reached my 200 words, so I'll leave you with something really interesting I read yesterday in the Wikipedia article on Free Will:

"It has become possible to study the living brain, and researchers can now watch the brain's decision-making process at work. A seminal experiment in this field was conducted by Benjamin Libet in the 1980s, in which he asked each subject to choose a random moment to flick her wrist while he measured the associated activity in her brain (in particular, the build-up of electrical signal called the readiness potential). Although it was well known that the readiness potential preceded the physical action, Libet asked whether the readiness potential corresponded to the felt intention to move. To determine when the subject felt the intention to move, he asked her to watch the second hand of a clock and report its position when she felt that she had the conscious will to move.[79]

Libet found that the unconscious brain activity leading up to the conscious decision by the subject to flick his or her wrist began approximately half a second before the subject consciously felt that she had decided to move.[79][80] Libet's findings suggest that decisions made by a subject are first being made on a subconscious level and only afterward being translated into a "conscious decision", and that the subject's belief that it occurred at the behest of her will was only due to her retrospective perspective on the event...

Related experiments showed that neurostimulation could affect which hands people move, even though the experience of free will was intact. Ammon and Gandevia found that it was possible to influence which hand people move by stimulating frontal regions that are involved in movement planning using transcranial magnetic stimulation in either the left or right hemisphere of the brain.[88] Right-handed people would normally choose to move their right hand 60% of the time, but when the right hemisphere was stimulated they would instead choose their left hand 80% of the time (recall that the right hemisphere of the brain is responsible for the left side of the body, and the left hemisphere for the right). Despite the external influence on their decision-making, the subjects continued to report that they believed their choice of hand had been made freely..."
link to article

*ETA: I stayed home.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Day 3: Blog Writing Challenge

Good morning. So, this morning, when my alarm went off, I was square in the middle of a dream*. I am still trying to wake up. Nashira is sitting on my lap (and on top of my left arm) keeping me warm. It is cold in this apartment.

Last evening, after eating a delicious meal of two fried eggs (over hard, in butter) and buttered french bread toast, I watched a documentary called *Naked States*. *Naked States* is about a photographer who does really nice artful nude poses, who decides he wants to photograph someone nude in every state of the U.S. Although in the film he professes to not be a nudist and the scene in which he works with nudists shows them to be the least cooperative of all his subjects, the film really does something to normalize nudity. There was nothing sexual about any of the nudity in the film. There were just lots of naked bodies of all shapes and sizes. Sometimes he photographed just one or two people and sometimes he photographed hundreds of people (like in the middle of the street in NYC and in front of the Boston Public Library) or thousands of people (at a Phish concert in Maine). The scene of 1,000+ people lying in a field in Maine is incredible. All the people are lying on their backs with their hands at their sides looking in the same direction. The bodies look like ripples in an ocean or something. It's really quite beautiful. There is a little political commentary in the film about why it's illegal for us to be naked and at the beginning of the film the photographer gets arrested for causing a public nuisance or something, but most of the film centers around the photographer asking random people if they would be willing to pose nude, seeing their initial reactions, and then how they feel afterwards. Most of the people, or at least those who are filmed talking about their experience, are liberated by the experience. It was quite interesting. I have to say, I love documentaries.

*A person who I think was my friend, Cliff O., but sometimes took the form of Dave S. (the bassoon kind), was at my house (which might have been in the Eastman dorm), hanging out with me and my cousin Julia. We were all sitting on my bed while he was painting my cat, who was Vana in the dream, blue. He was painting the tips of her ears at first, but then when I looked at her more closely, I could see that he was also painting her eyeballs, which upset me, but I wasn't super upset, I was just kind of concerned and joked with him about it. We were talking about how my brother, Eddie, had gone running and we, too, were going to exercise or something. I think right before I woke up, he left to go do something he needed to do before we exercised. And earlier in the dream there was a scene in which I was in the middle of a staircase that looked like something dorm-ish. The walls were red brick, though. I don't really remember the details with any certainty.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Day 2: Blog Writing Challenge

Good Morning! This is the first morning in quite a while in which I've woken up *not* feeling groggy. Woo hoo! I'm not really sure why. I am guessing either a) I'm not sick anymore (even though my nose is still stuffy) or b) It really does help to get up right when the alarm goes off (although I did that yesterday, too, with less spectacular results) or c) 6:00am is a good wake up time for me. Oh. I don't know. But, anyway, I am very glad that I am feeling more awake this morning. Also, I went to sleep a few minutes before 10:00pm last night. So, maybe there is something to the bedtime/wake up time change. I have read that if you consistently get up at the same time, it gets easier and easier to get up. I should note that I have previously been a notorious "snooze" presser. I think I will stick to 6:00am for a while and see what happens. This may be difficult on the days when I have rehearsal from 7-10pm and even on the days when my schedule goes until 8-9pm... but I'll try to be optimistic.

So, yesterday afternoon I was chatting, via google, with my Bostonian friend, Jake, who told me that he was about to make dinner. In the midst of the conversation I told him that I never cook for just myself, that I basically never cook anymore, and that I was planning to have oatmeal for dinner. Jake asked me why I never cook for myself and recommended that I should! I think my brain was trying to use snot instead of neurons to process thought yesterday and I was still feeling sick and had very little energy, so at the time this did not seem like a good idea. But, luckily, in the late afternoon a while later, I started feeling like I had more energy, and I decided that I *did* want to go get some groceries and cook some dinner for myself.

I walked a couple of blocks to a grocery store called *Sutter Fine Foods*, which is a market smaller than a normal supermarket, but bigger than a convenience store, that happens to have a pretty good selection. Also, they have the kind of coffee I like to use in my french press, which I was out of. When I got there, I chose a small yellow squash, a small zucchini, 7 white mushrooms, a white onion, and two small tomatoes. And then I went to the small refrigerated section with cheeses and found a tub of grated parmesean and some fresh four cheese ravioli. In addition to the coffee, I also bought butter, a mini loaf of french bread, and honey flavored Greek yogurt (which is my new favorite food on the planet). On the way home I stopped at Blockbuster and picked up a couple of movies. While I was doing the dishes and cooking, I set my MacBook Pro up on the cabinet which divides my kitchen from what is probably supposed to be the dining room, and chose from hulu.com the last episode of the Conan O'Brien show, which was amusing and touching. I sliced the onions and then sauteed them in a generous amount of butter, then did the same with the mushrooms, then after a while the tomatoes, and then the zucchini and yellow squash. I let the vegetables cook for quite a while before adding some Santa Cruz Mountain Pinot Noir. And then turned up the heat while I boiled the water for the pasta. I boiled off quite a bit of the liquid so that everything was just a bit brown. I guess I forgot to say that I also added freshly ground sea salt and freshly ground lemon pepper while it was cooking, but no other spices. Once it was done cooking, I drained the raviolis and plated them, and then topped them with the vegetable mixture and the grated parmesean. Then I sat down on my futon and watched *No Impact Man*, which I thoroughly enjoyed. The pasta was delicious, if I do say so myself!

*No Impact Man* is a documentary about a couple with a young child who try to reduce their environmental impact as much as possible over one year. It was particularly interesting to me to see how the woman in the picture transforms from an espresso guzzling shopaholic to a much more relaxed and seemingly happy person. But mostly what I liked about the film were the reminders of all the different ways we as individuals make an impact and the ways in which we can reduce that impact. I don't think there was any new information in the film or any issues I had never thought about before, but I enjoyed it just as well. I would have to say the one way in which I make an environmental impact that bothers me the most is the amount of trash I create. It really kind of makes me sick to my stomach. I really do need to cook more and buy less packaged/prepared food. And, I need to make sure I have a reusable coffee mug with me at all times *and* at least a couple of reusable bags. I am not always good about that, so I could definitely improve. Also, I think I need to flush the toilet less often. I don't know if I would go as far as they did in the film and not use toilet paper at all, but I could certainly reduce my water usage by not flushing every single time. And... I was thinking... if I cut my hair, I could take shorter showers. But, I'm not sure about that yet. I think you know you need to make a change when you do something that bothers you so much it turns your stomach. That's how I feel when I'm at a store and have forgotten to bring a bag with me and have to use a bag they provide. I've felt like that for years and I'm glad policies about bag use are changing. It's so disturbing when I think about garbage island. Oy.

Well, it's 7:41am, so I've got to stop! Until tomorrow, my friends! Have a great day!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Day 1: Blog Writing Challenge

It's 6:51am on Saturday morning and I've just rolled out of bed for the first day of my writing challenge. Not only am I super tired, but I've been sick for the last couple of days, so my head is full of snot, which makes it much harder to think clearly. In fact, I have no idea what to write about and wonder if I am still essentially in a dream state. I have Ravel's String Quartet going through my head.

For nearly 30 years of my life I lived in upstate New York. I lived in Syracuse for the first 18 years and then Rochester for the following 11. Since then I have lived in Boston, Madison, and now San Francisco, which are all wonderful places, but there are some things about upstate New York which I miss very much. One of those things is Wegmans, the giant supermarket. I also miss having a driveway in which to park and more importantly in which to unload the groceries which I have just purchased at Wegmans.

Wow. This is really difficult. I just don't really feel like I can think at all right now. I am currently making french press coffee, but it is not ready yet. I'm not surprised that I feel this incoherent. I wonder if getting up this early on a regular basis will lead to greater coherency at this time. I saw a chart of circadian rhythms yesterday on reddit.com that showed that your blood pressure should be the highest at 6:45am that it is all day. Just out of curiosity, maybe I will take mine to see. Systolic number is 100. Yay. That is on the high side for me.

Ok. It's 7:13am and I have just had my first sip of coffee. My challenge to myself was that I need to post by 7:30am. The reason for this is that I normally work at 9:00am on weekdays. But it's Saturday and I'm sick today and am not even teaching any students. Which, I guess, brings me to a good topic. I feel awful, awful, awful every time I cancel students or call in sick to work. I guess I was instilled with a pretty solid work ethic. My mother always bragged about the fact that she never took a sick day from work. I wonder if her parents never took sick days either. All I know is that I feel really pathetic when I take sick days. On Thursday, I was not feeling well. My boss called in sick with a cold and that made me realize that the reason I felt like I had just been knocked out could very well be because I, too, was sick. I had an appointment with my trainer at the gym at Noon and after much debate, decided to go, thinking that maybe working out would make me feel better. At the gym I felt feverish and with each set of exercises started to feel more and more lightheaded. I told my trainer I felt like I was having an out of body experience. He said, "That's not good." After I left the gym and got back to the office, I sat in my desk chair and stared into space for about 10 minutes and then realized that I couldn't think at all and was pretty much no good for working. I stayed for probably 30 more minutes and then went home sick. I subsequently came down with a head cold.

Well, it's 7:34am and I was supposed to post this 4 minutes ago. I am far from satisfied with how this came out, but, I guess, I did what I set out to do.

*ETA: Ooh... I see that the post time is the time I *started* the post! So, it doesn't even show what time I finished writing!!

Friday, January 22, 2010

30 Day Blog Writing Challenge

I have been having a really terrible time getting up in the morning, so I have decided to set a goal for myself to help me facilitate getting up! For the next 30 days (until February 21st), I am pledging to write a blog entry every morning and have it published by 7:30am PST. I have decided that each blog entry must be at least 200 words, but beyond that, I have no specifications for what the entries have to be about or what format they need to be in, except that the words need to be written by me, not quotes of someone else's writing. Also, I can't write them the night before! They have to be written in the morning! So, wish me luck! I will need it. Thanks!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Getting To Know You

1. What is on your feet right now?

2. What sort of computer are you using?

3. What is the weather like in your neighborhood right now?

4. What are you reading that is interesting -- &/or what subjects are interesting to you right now?

5. What's the last movie you saw in the theatre or DVD you watched at home?

6. Who is the last text on your phone from?

7. Are you in school? If so, what are you studying? If not, what would you be in school for if you were in school?

8. What is the last beverage you drank and/or food you ate?

9. What is the last piece of music you put on to listen to?

(me: 1. black socks and black suede loafers; 2. a Dell PC; 3. Rainy, windy, dark, and stormy; 4. psychology, music therapy; 5. Avatar in theatre, Flight of the Conchords on DVD; 6. my neighbor, Colin; 7. No, but I think I would like to study psychology, although I have a partial doctorate in voice performance... I wonder if there is a way to combine those fields?!; 8. Green Tea, Luna Bar; 9. Beethoven 3rd Symphony)

Thursday, January 14, 2010

California

I recently took a weekend trip up to a town about an hour north of San Francisco. Although I was really stressed at the beginning of the weekend because I had to rush there right after work and didn't get a chance to do laundry or any other important weekend things, the next day it became so clear why the trip was exactly what I needed. It is SO green in California right now and as a result, the landscape is just gorgeous. Also, the town we were in was far enough from civilization that at night I saw more stars than I think I have ever seen. It was amazing - the layers of stars, the shooting stars, the brightness of the constellations, etc. It is still so novel to me living in a place where things are actually living in January, given my long history living in places where everything is frozen from October to April. The beauty of this part of the world is entrancing and... I like it. I do. I do.

Saturday, January 02, 2010

Books I Read in 2009

These are all the books I managed to complete reading in the year 2009. The book at the top is the one I completed last:

Too Soon Old, Too Late Smart - Dr. Gordon Livingston
The Hound of Rowan - Henry Neff
bonk - Mary Roach
If Only They Could Talk - James Herriot
One Renegade Cell - Robert Weinberg
Better - Atul Gawande
Complications - Atul Gawande
Tell Me Where It Hurts - Dr. Nick Trout
Three Cups of Tea - Greg Mortenson
The Life You Can Save - Peter Singer
The Worry Cure - Robert Leahy
Cognitive Therapy Techniques - Robert Leahy
Feeling Good - David Burns
How To Be An Adult - David Richo

You may notice that I only read one book of fiction... That was The Hound of Rowan, which I actually enjoyed very much despite its many similarities to Harry Potter. It's quite fun. I got really into reading books about science and medicine this year. Atul Gawande's essays are really compelling. He's a terrific writer and the subject matter, which largely revolves around hospitals and his work as a surgeon, encompassed a lot of things I had never really thought about. Both books were eye-opening and I pretty much couldn't put them down until I was done. Robert Weinberg's primer on cancer was really difficult to understand (I had to re-read many of the paragraphs several times over) but very worthwhile. I didn't have any idea what cancer was or how it worked to destroy the body, so it was something I was obsessed with for a little while. Mary Roach's book is hilarious. I loved it. The cognitive therapy books were great and very useful at the time. I thought they were going to totally change my life and I do think they made a positive impression, but it's amazing how difficult it is to change how you think, to change such deeply ingrained habits. I discovered that I really am quite a negative and critical thinker... and learned many ways I can stop that downward spiral once I notice I'm in it. Three Cups of Tea is a wonderful book. It made me think a lot about another favorite book of mine, The Places In Between (Rory Stewart). Mortenson's book takes place in Pakistan, whereas Stewart's book takes place in Afghanistan, but both books are so beautiful. I have such deep admiration for Greg Mortenson's work building schools. What an incredible sense of purpose!! And, I got a bird's eye view of what people are like in a place so far away, a place I may very well never go. I love to travel that way. It's such a treat. Peter Singer's book is basically a plea to people with money to give it to starving children in developing nations. He specifically calls out to people who make at least $100K, which does not include me, but I think it's a worthwhile read for anyone. It drew my attention to the work of a few really noble organizations that I have started giving money to. Also, I read two books by veterinarians. James Herriot is an excellent writer, of course. Dr. Nick Trout's book was really wonderful. He's a surgeon at an animal hospital where I went many times with my kitties while living in Boston. It's a very touching book and gave me some measure of peace. The very last book I read was a book given to me by my brother and sister-in-law for Christmas. It's full of a variety of good advice about life and going out on a limb in pursuit of happiness. Three books did not make it to this list because I didn't finish them in time, but I do hope to finish them all at some point in the next year (I hope!): The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins, The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky, and Male Sexuality by Dr. Michael Bader. Dawkins's book has not yet made me decide I'm an atheist (and most likely will not), but #1: It is making me understand his point of view much better and is making me realize that most people I know who don't like him don't actually understand his point of view or what he means by "atheist" and #2: It is broadening my appreciation for science's desire to understand where we come from and how the universe began. The Bader book is absolutely fascinating. That's all I'm going to say. Riveting. The Idiot is wonderful, but it's long and dense, and it always takes me a long time to read Dostoevsky, as much as I love his writing. It often helps for me to switch to another translation if I am having trouble getting through, so I think I'm going to do that.

PS: I should also note that I bought and was given many books that I never ended up reading. One book in that category was Dewey: The Small Town Library Cat Who Touched the World. I love the title. And, the first chapter was an amazing and touching story. But, chapters 2-5 were really not that interesting, so I quit reading... Also, Who Dares Wins by Bob Mayer was really great and useful to me in overcoming some fears I had, but I didn't end up needing to read the whole book, even though the whole thing might have been useful...