I do believe with my whole heart that there exists a ‘driving purgatory.’ And that purgatory has a special place reserved for people who drive 55 miles per hour, hanging out in the center left lane on a four-lane freeway.
And for those who don’t signal when turning, a special puragatory.
And for those who frigging don’t know how to use the yield sign at I-64 and Kingshighway, eternal purgation!
The Circus Harmony music is all fitting together nicely. The director and producer stopped by my home on Monday evening (after I arrived home from Variety Chorus), and I played tunes for them from the cache of things I’ve been scribbling. I think we are all on the same chart now, and that makes me very happy. This is going to be a fun show to compose.
I ordered holiday gifts on Monday for my colleagues at work: their own individual copy of Mapping Your Academic Career. This book by Gary Burge was instrumental in awakening me to the career shifts and focuses that I see playing out in myself and others. I think it high time that my colleagues each have a copy.
The new computer at work is finally up and running.
Speaking of Variety, the holiday show is Thursday, December 12 at 7.30 p.m. at The Sheldon.
We ran all the music on Monday evening this week, and find that we have a ways to go with memorization. But these kids are brilliant, and we shall get there!
And this public service reminder:
If I survive this semester . . . .
New eyeglasses are better than new clothes.
I hope that man who so precipitously and rudely cut me off on Kingshighway on Thursday (in a red van-ish SUV of some indeterminate sort) is proud of the words he made spew from my mouth.
Electronics are made for obsolescence. I had to replace my 5.1 receiver this week. These things are ‘spensive!
Even in the midst of such busy days at the office, and full days of teaching voice lessons, finding some time to whip up a meal is a sheer delight.
Quiche makes me happy.
I gave a talk this week about my sabbatical, and provided a nibble of babkas at the conclusion. The students seemed happy. So did a few faculty with a sweet tooth.
Acquaintances enrich my life in so many ways. So do students, and the circus kids.
Fall Break and NYC cannot arrive quickly enough.
Teaching the Ernst Toch “Geographical Fugue” to my applied musicianship class may be the death of me, but we are going to lick this thing and have fun along the way! (You should have seen them rapping this week.)
Is anything more fulfilling than teaching voice lessons?
I’m ramping up my expectations for several of my students, who are showing they are ready for more push.
The current president of the United States of America is one dumbass. There. The emperor has no clothes. Someone said it.
I can’t wait to start cooking out of my new Moroccan cookbook!
Some days I miss having a dog.
A bit of a rant:
When did the phrase ‘the American people’ become so ubiquitous?
I detest this phrase, especially when used by politicians who are speaking for a narrow(ish) slice of the citizenry. How many times have I heard powerful men (for the most part) say “The American people are wanting [insert cause here].”? And of course they are speaking only for the base to which they are pandering at that moment.
Might we try “American citizens” or “American voters” or even, God help us, “Americans”?
This slant toward “the American people” seems to me to be slightly coded toward the nativist & populist strain that is suffocating our nation right now.
And I know that our dear President Obama used this phrase, so my screed is cutting at politicians of all stripes, but especially to those who pander and are dishonest or at least disingenuous in their (im)moral and demagogic spoutings.
Americans deserve better. We deserve thoughtful politicians who know how to use words to inspire, not divide. This citizenry is crying out for centrist leadership, and if that can’t happen, a dose of socialism!
Here endeth a stream-of-consciousness rant.