Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Monday, May 19, 2003
Sunday, May 18, 2003
Saturday, May 17, 2003
Alright, some of you have been asking what the decision was. Here it goes. I found out a week ago that I was not given an assistanceship to go to grad school. To make a long story short, that means that I would have to pay for graduate school out of pocket, instead of being free. Anyway. After a week of thinking, and praying, and weighing my options, I have decided not to go to grad school this coming year. I'm going to go work in California at least until Christmas. I can try to get an assistanceship through another department for the spring, or at the least I can return in the fall when I'll probably have an assistanceship through the music school -- lots of them will be up by then. So, I'm moving to California....and I hate moving! It will be good for me...but its been a stressful week...
Friday, May 16, 2003
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Monday, May 12, 2003
The first song, good. A couple of breath things -- but I like it so far.
Italian Set -- Rachel, your vibrato is made by breath, not manipulation of the vocal tract. Breath....but really, better than I expected. Some of the high notes I thought surely must have been atrocious were actually pretty impressive. Diction needs help -- but nothing to do about that until I get into a better program...
German song set -- wow! So THAT's what they mean by 'squeelo.' Oooh...didn't like that note quite so much. Overall, not bad so far!
Sunday, May 11, 2003
Saturday, May 10, 2003
Thursday, May 08, 2003
Life is suddenly more boring now that I"ve set my junk mail filter to high. At least before I had about 30 messages a day to delete. Without those, I've had to come to the realization that I recieve almost no personal email. Unless its my parents writing to tell me that Baylor has demanded even more money from me in order to graduate. I am aware that if I WANT personal emails, I'm going to have to actually write some. That's actually why I like blogging. It keeps people updated on a daily basis. And if things are working right, they comment back and let you know in turn what they are up to, or what they like about what you've written, or something completely unrelated. And if the mood is just right, maybe several people will start a comment "conversation" (see Little Red Boat for an example of this) and you feel like everyone that you love is out there somewhere -- and somehow you're all connected.
Of course, in another week it won't matter because I'll be trapped without a computer for three months this summer. THREE MONTHS. Well, I can check my email at my grandparents' house -- but how often do I really want to wander their direction for the sole purpose of blogging the same message over again (worked last night, horrible rich people, singing in the bar on tuesday). I'll try to update when I can, but no promises on frequency of blogs. So, yes, that's all I have to say on this subject. I'm going to bed...
The cardinal difficulty, said MacPhee, "in collaboaration between the sexes is that women speak a language without nouns. If two men are doing a bit of work, on will say to the other, 'Put this bowl inside the bigger bowl which you'll find on the top shelf of the green cupboard.' The female for this is, 'Put that in the other one in there.' And then if you ask them, 'in where?' the say, 'in there, of course.' There is consequently a phiatic hiatus."
C.S.Lewis, That Hidious Strength
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
How's this for amusing. I've had a box of detergent for ages, and it had hit the point where you had to chip away at it to wash clothes. Well, it sat outside on my porch for a few weeks, and its been so humid the last week or so it's back to it's original condition. How cool is that!
Monday, May 05, 2003
I have a goal from my therapist. Think positively. I don't even know where to begin -- not that I see everything as horrible, or dark, or whatever...but it is a lot easier for me to criticize than praise, and far easier to point out what's wrong with things than what is good with them. Good example of this is the opera I just went to. I had a great time. I enjoyed the show. I cried through the third act. But when I had to write a one page review, it sounded like I loathed it. See, like that. So I'm going to work on balance. Whatever that means!