SO SORE
It was a terrible drive back to Talla-Nasty.
(Let's see how long two weeks can be.)
For some reason, I have been punching people lately.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Here is a strange one I found:
"What Savage Blossom"
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Do I not know what savage blossom only under the pitting hail
Of your inclement climate could have prospered? Here lie
Green leaves to wade in, and of the many roads not one road leading outward from this place
But is blocked by boughs that will hiss and simmer--green autumn, lady, green autumn on this land!
Do I not know what inward pressure only could inflate its petals to withstand
(No, no, not hate, not hate) the onslaught of a little time with you?
No, no, not love, not love. Call it by its name,
Now that it's over, now that it's gone and cannot hear us.
It was an honest thing. Not noble. Yet no shame.
"What Savage Blossom"
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Do I not know what savage blossom only under the pitting hail
Of your inclement climate could have prospered? Here lie
Green leaves to wade in, and of the many roads not one road leading outward from this place
But is blocked by boughs that will hiss and simmer--green autumn, lady, green autumn on this land!
Do I not know what inward pressure only could inflate its petals to withstand
(No, no, not hate, not hate) the onslaught of a little time with you?
No, no, not love, not love. Call it by its name,
Now that it's over, now that it's gone and cannot hear us.
It was an honest thing. Not noble. Yet no shame.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
You know, that makes three times pulled over and three tickets for me. What am I doing wrong?...(besides violating traffic rules).
I act too much like a guy when I get pulled over. Like, this is no big deal, I'm cool. You don't intimidate me. I need to learn how to go hysterical when I get pulled over. Get the pity vote. Anyone want to teach me how to cry on demand?
(Seriously...it's a skill I'd like to have.)
I act too much like a guy when I get pulled over. Like, this is no big deal, I'm cool. You don't intimidate me. I need to learn how to go hysterical when I get pulled over. Get the pity vote. Anyone want to teach me how to cry on demand?
(Seriously...it's a skill I'd like to have.)
You're going to give me a ticket for turning right on red?...really? Okay then. I will go to court with you.
I will wait a day and decide tomorrow (when I am no longer steaming).
I am a safe driver, okay? Listen to this: just in my apartment alone this year, we've had a car broken into, a fire pit stolen, and (most of) a bike stolen. So please, PD, stop paying attention to the nugatory little driving infractions that I make and start cleaning up Tallahassee.
Geeze. Right on red...grumble grumble
I will wait a day and decide tomorrow (when I am no longer steaming).
I am a safe driver, okay? Listen to this: just in my apartment alone this year, we've had a car broken into, a fire pit stolen, and (most of) a bike stolen. So please, PD, stop paying attention to the nugatory little driving infractions that I make and start cleaning up Tallahassee.
Geeze. Right on red...grumble grumble
Saturday, November 22, 2008
The USO trip was AWESOME!!!
Since I don't feel like writing a novel (and nobody reads my long stories anyway [but I could write a novel because there was that much action to report]), here is the short version:
It was cold.
We played very well.
Everybody got drunk on the bus ride back.
I like playing in USO a whole lot. Not just a little, but a whole lot.
I'm hungry...my toaster strudel doesn't stand a chance.
Since I don't feel like writing a novel (and nobody reads my long stories anyway [but I could write a novel because there was that much action to report]), here is the short version:
It was cold.
We played very well.
Everybody got drunk on the bus ride back.
I like playing in USO a whole lot. Not just a little, but a whole lot.
I'm hungry...my toaster strudel doesn't stand a chance.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
This weekend is going to be the best. Quality quintet time, a trip to Panama City with USO to play Pictures, and the much-awaited Twilight movie. And after that I'm looking forward to almost an entire week off of school, a week of normal classes, a musical during finals and then a glorious winter break with a week off of flute (it's COA--clean oil adjust--season) and NO WORK!! Partay like it's 2004.
My semester has been incredibly easy. I'll admit it. I've had no papers to write, no projects, very few tests, and very little homework. Things got a little hairy schedule-wise around my senior recital, but it was never STRESSFUL. I've gotten to enjoy a good four hours in the practice rooms every day--that doesn't mean that I practice flute four hours a day, of course. (I wish it did.) I'm taking piano and that takes a lot of time to practice, Baroque flute too. And I practice my aural skills things while I'm there. But still, it's really great having all this free time to just relax.
I don't really feel guilty not having any work, either, because, as I keep telling people, "I've paid my dues." I've worked very hard you know, and taken 17 hours almost every semester up until now, and I think I deserve an easy senior year. Well don't I?
My semester has been incredibly easy. I'll admit it. I've had no papers to write, no projects, very few tests, and very little homework. Things got a little hairy schedule-wise around my senior recital, but it was never STRESSFUL. I've gotten to enjoy a good four hours in the practice rooms every day--that doesn't mean that I practice flute four hours a day, of course. (I wish it did.) I'm taking piano and that takes a lot of time to practice, Baroque flute too. And I practice my aural skills things while I'm there. But still, it's really great having all this free time to just relax.
I don't really feel guilty not having any work, either, because, as I keep telling people, "I've paid my dues." I've worked very hard you know, and taken 17 hours almost every semester up until now, and I think I deserve an easy senior year. Well don't I?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
sigh
Can't sleep again.
I should have stretched before ultimate yesterday, I'm feelin it right now.
My ultimate class is so great. I am going to be sad when it is over. It's satisfying to get get out of the music school and just do something because I really like it. In a way, I think the people in that class see my true colors more than my musician friends. In that class, I am Ashley the person, not Ashley the musician. I am able to let loose and just have a good time.
Can't sleep again.
I should have stretched before ultimate yesterday, I'm feelin it right now.
My ultimate class is so great. I am going to be sad when it is over. It's satisfying to get get out of the music school and just do something because I really like it. In a way, I think the people in that class see my true colors more than my musician friends. In that class, I am Ashley the person, not Ashley the musician. I am able to let loose and just have a good time.
La catédrale engloutie, a prelude by Debussy.
It has so much power over me that it is one of those pieces that, even though I love it, I don't listen to very often. I reserve it for use only when I really need it because I fear that if I listen to it too often then the magic might wear off.
This is the piece that I turn to when it seems like nothing, nothing in the world can make me feel better. And it always works...
It has so much power over me that it is one of those pieces that, even though I love it, I don't listen to very often. I reserve it for use only when I really need it because I fear that if I listen to it too often then the magic might wear off.
This is the piece that I turn to when it seems like nothing, nothing in the world can make me feel better. And it always works...
Sunday, November 16, 2008
For no reason, a list of my top 10 favorite composers with commentary:
1) Aaron Copland--all American. Like me.
2) Joaquin Rodrigo--Spanish, not incredibly well-known, blind, writes kickin' music.
3) Sergei Prokofiev--Russian, ballet scores to die for. Very inspirational.
4) Alexander Borodin--russian chemist. composed as a hobby, it worked well for him.
5) Claude Debussy--we all know French impressionist Debussy. His music melts me.
6) Ludwig van Beethoven--the man.
7) Johannes Brahms--why so serious? haha--I love the depth of his music.
8) Ralph Vaughan Williams--English countryside. Calm, serene, peace.
9) Maurice Ravel--another beauty.
10) Igor Stravinsky--his versatility amazes me. Such an able composer.
Honorable mentions:
Gershwin, Rimsky-Korsakov, Bernstein, John Adams, Steve Reich, Dvorak
1) Aaron Copland--all American. Like me.
2) Joaquin Rodrigo--Spanish, not incredibly well-known, blind, writes kickin' music.
3) Sergei Prokofiev--Russian, ballet scores to die for. Very inspirational.
4) Alexander Borodin--russian chemist. composed as a hobby, it worked well for him.
5) Claude Debussy--we all know French impressionist Debussy. His music melts me.
6) Ludwig van Beethoven--the man.
7) Johannes Brahms--why so serious? haha--I love the depth of his music.
8) Ralph Vaughan Williams--English countryside. Calm, serene, peace.
9) Maurice Ravel--another beauty.
10) Igor Stravinsky--his versatility amazes me. Such an able composer.
Honorable mentions:
Gershwin, Rimsky-Korsakov, Bernstein, John Adams, Steve Reich, Dvorak
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I've walked by the lake several times since the incident, and there has been no sign of beavers, past or present.
I'm starting to think that I imagined the whole thing. (But I didn't!)
Sometimes when you try to remember an encounter, you will have proof that it really happened. Like this one time, I had a very significant emotional experience, one that I would not believe the next day unless I had the mosquito bites that I remember getting at the time. The mosquito bites were proof that it really happened.
But some memories have no proof. They only live inside your mind, and if you don't tell anybody that it happened, and if you don't act differently afterwards, it's like it never happened.
You can almost convince yourself that it was all a dream...almost.
I'm starting to think that I imagined the whole thing. (But I didn't!)
Sometimes when you try to remember an encounter, you will have proof that it really happened. Like this one time, I had a very significant emotional experience, one that I would not believe the next day unless I had the mosquito bites that I remember getting at the time. The mosquito bites were proof that it really happened.
But some memories have no proof. They only live inside your mind, and if you don't tell anybody that it happened, and if you don't act differently afterwards, it's like it never happened.
You can almost convince yourself that it was all a dream...almost.
Friday, November 14, 2008
This probably isn't going to be very shocking to you, but it was to me.
It stormed all night and all morning. Thunderstorms. It was only lightly raining when I started walking to school, about 10:00. I pass a lake on the way, we call it Bum Lake. Today, Bum Lake was very badly flooded. It was higher than I have ever seen it.
There was also a lot of life there today. Running water?? How does that even work? At the edge of the water were two creatures. At first I thought they were dogs because of their size. But then I looked closer...no, they weren't dogs, but...what were they? Then I saw the tails...they were BEAVERS!!!
Have you ever seen a beaver? I bet you haven't. If you did, you would remember it. I had thought that beavers were about the size of raccoons, maybe a little smaller. But I learned today that beavers are GIGANTIC. The size of medium-sized dogs. And their slick tails...it's magnificent, really. There's nothing like it.
Anyway, there were two of them hanging out at the edge of the water and one or two more in the water swimming. I couldn't believe it. This is a lake in the middle of a city, a block away from a University. And there are WILD BEAVERS here? It's one of those things that you almost can't believe that you saw. Like, did that really happen? REALLY???
The two at the edge of the water jumped in before I could take a picture, and I was running late anyway...(seriously, I don't know how close I would want to get to those huge creatures.) I wish I could have taken a picture, because you probably don't believe me (or don't care).
It was shocking. And now, I simply cannot stop thinking about beavers.
It stormed all night and all morning. Thunderstorms. It was only lightly raining when I started walking to school, about 10:00. I pass a lake on the way, we call it Bum Lake. Today, Bum Lake was very badly flooded. It was higher than I have ever seen it.
There was also a lot of life there today. Running water?? How does that even work? At the edge of the water were two creatures. At first I thought they were dogs because of their size. But then I looked closer...no, they weren't dogs, but...what were they? Then I saw the tails...they were BEAVERS!!!
Have you ever seen a beaver? I bet you haven't. If you did, you would remember it. I had thought that beavers were about the size of raccoons, maybe a little smaller. But I learned today that beavers are GIGANTIC. The size of medium-sized dogs. And their slick tails...it's magnificent, really. There's nothing like it.
Anyway, there were two of them hanging out at the edge of the water and one or two more in the water swimming. I couldn't believe it. This is a lake in the middle of a city, a block away from a University. And there are WILD BEAVERS here? It's one of those things that you almost can't believe that you saw. Like, did that really happen? REALLY???
The two at the edge of the water jumped in before I could take a picture, and I was running late anyway...(seriously, I don't know how close I would want to get to those huge creatures.) I wish I could have taken a picture, because you probably don't believe me (or don't care).
It was shocking. And now, I simply cannot stop thinking about beavers.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
11/12/08: They stole my back tire today. This is probably happening because my bike tires are clearly superior to all other bike tires. Who WOULDN'T want them?
It's been a little under 6 weeks since the front wheel. (Thanks for playing).
The good part is, now my bike (or what is left of it) is light enough for me to lift into my car without help, and I can get the tires replaced on my own.
Scar: "Oh goody."
(yeah, I just quoted The Lion King. WHAT.)
It's been a little under 6 weeks since the front wheel. (Thanks for playing).
The good part is, now my bike (or what is left of it) is light enough for me to lift into my car without help, and I can get the tires replaced on my own.
Scar: "Oh goody."
(yeah, I just quoted The Lion King. WHAT.)
