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Back at work

Returning from Morocco, jet-lagged and weary and worn, but carefree in some ways, I am now back at the office.

And the cares have returned!

Friday is our last audition day of the season. We should see another 10 students or so who wish to come to Webster.

I’ll take the weekend off, then hit the summer punch list hard on Monday.  Our decennial accreditation visit happens in just over a half-year, so much of my summer will be spent on that.

The next holiday beckons in early July!

Memories of this week:

 

NASM 2018

The annual meeting of the National Association of Schools of Music is now over.

Our plenary sessions were held in this large ballroom, where in 1992 Bill Clinton picked up the sax and played a ditty at his first inaugural ball.

But by the end of the conference, this is how I felt:

Mind full of ideas and hopes and plans.  But blurry.  And worn out!
  

Diary of a DC day

That’s D.C.  As in Washington.  Not DC.  As in Dr. Carter.

Nevertheless, DC enjoyed a sunny Saturday in D.C.

Up at dawn to prepare for the second and third installments of the NASM workshop.  I’m now a visiting evaluator for the National Association of Schools of Music.

The Metro was running slowly on a Saturday morning, and I went the wrong direction on my transfer, so my 35-minute commute to the conference hotel took an hour.

Leaving the hotel for lunch, I decided first on a manicure, and then an Indian food buffet, all adjacent to the Woodley Park Metro stop.

Then the afternoon session was done early, so I headed to Eastern Market to shop the stalls and grab something for dinner.  While I could have purchased some knick-knacks and things for the walls, I didn’t.  I did, however, grab some steamed dumplings and a banana pudding.  And then after a nap at the hotel, had my dinner in my room.

Poking around on Capitol Hill, outside of the touristy area, is a balm after several days.

And then it was time to head to the Kennedy Center (via Metro and shuttle bus) to see the National Symphony Orchestra in their 12,775th official concert.  The program, conducted by Carlos Miguel Prieto, featured the Rachmaninoff Third Concerto in a thrilling — electrifying, even — performance by Denis Kozhukin. Thirty-two years old.  Russian.  Impeccable technique.  But heart beyond his years.

I passed by Mr. Lincoln on the way back to the hotel.  I’ll see him tomorrow.

Time for a late-evening call with Yufei!