I AM AN OBOIST - HEAR ME TUNE
Tonight, I tweaked my oboecine range a whole step wider!! ♥
I checked with mother's pride-and-joy Steinway which is regularly tuned by Phil the piano tuner who lives in an absolutely awesome house, tuning pianos for a living as far as I know. (And selling them, incidentally, but tuning is more regular - they are EXPENSIVE THINGS, especially the Steinways, which are essentially The Only Pianos Worth Anything. However, I think piano salesmen don't really make any money because right after one is sold they likely get another which is just as expensive if not more.)
I have always thought to myself "Self, the oboe range extends from the B flat below the piano's middle C to the F above the treble clef," but today I decided I needed to build my embouchure back up for the utter insanities of the semester approaching in 23 days, so hot water was procured (one of my favourite beverages I might add - teas are best in my opinion steaming hot - the sold iced teas seem always over-sugary!! I experimented with iced tea but I find it harder to drink - the bitter flavour is more noticeable methinks and I don't want to add sugar) and I selected two reeds from my arsenal.
I had planned to switch about halfway, but my red/yellow reed turned out to be one of those worn-out workhorses that just couldn't get it up any more, to be somewhat crude, so today I used one of the newer reeds from the 19th century and not the 12th, see, see?
What sort of tasks are you going to accomplish? Socrates wonders.
I'm thinking I might arrange a standard oboe time this semester. I've NEVER set a standard oboe practice time because I thought it needs to be about as regular as breathing - tomorrow I made a note to play before reading Trotsky, since I want to not disappoint HG by being an identical music student too pressed for time to give Alexander le Hautbois any justice. (I think oboe in French is a le and not a la... *research*) Oui!
Oh, I'd better limit my oboe practice time on Monday due to approaching labour. Oh, nah, not until Tuesday, since I'm not standing too much on Monday, my favourite day of the week! So a little before and a little after on Monday; Tuesday and Wednesday early morning so that I don't exhaust myself very much for standing at a register for a few hours in the afternoon. I should reschedule myself as my week gets clearer. On Friday I'm planning to get my cane and thread from the reed room so I CAN MAKE REEDS LIKE AN ADULT OBOIST WHO HAS TIME. (I have my knives upstairs because I wanted to feel lethal by more than my tongue! [I think my teeth were far more of an issue, but let's not talk about oral sex right now])
Socchan, should I make a sex tag? I'm over 21 now and it exists as a subject, very worthwhile of discussion, maybe moreso than maths, oboe, and writing put together.
SOC: Would you like to make a sex tag?
Not REALLY, because this is WHERE I AM PUBLIC or at least MORESO and I DON'T WANT TO BE PRIVATE.
SOC: Is your birthdate not obvious? Erotica is essentially all you discuss in your night Latin classes, haven't you been paying any attention at all to your learned professor?
WELL ALL RIGHT TEHN. *cringe* WHAT SHOULD I SAY ABOUT SEX SOCRATES?
SOC: What do you want to say about sex?
*cringe* That's why I asked you!!
SOC: Do you want to say... *annoyed that he is the vehicle* that it is DESIRABLE or that you'd benefit from more?
НЕТ!! *cry* non... nein... is my mood really equatable with "aroused", Socchan?
SOC: Is it, Claire?
Well, now that I've finally broached the topic, it's worthwhile to say that playing the oboe honestly feels the most sexual of any of the instruments I have tried, moreso than even the violin. (I've always been instructed to play bassoon lustily, but it hasn't worked for me) I present the Danse Bacchanale solo. And there's a place in France where the naked ladies dance, that do-re-me stuff.
This is uncomfortable worrying about what anyone will think ON MY PUBLIC BLOG DISCUSSING THE S DEED but I'm srsly behind an LJ-cut, and I don't know what happened with the Facebook connect thing but it's greyed out right now. Twitter exists; it forced me into a weird password I don't even remember and I don't want to fight with it.
OH THAT WAS THE OTHER THING I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT - WAR :D My mother's always told me that it was only good for real estate and religion. I didn't want to argue with Spencer's mother when she was all PEACE IS THE WAY - I felt if I offered too much comment, then it would come across as picking a fight. Now that I'm checking back to it, she wrote a little more, and... well, hang on, I can talk about it in a moment.
Hmmm. It started as Spencer's mother talking about tolerance, and now we've gotten into conflict and war. I probably have little ground to talk about War itself, as a non-member of the military, only having read War & Peace and all about the Spartans vs. the Athenians [Panhellenic wars perhaps?] and Caesar's De Bello Gallico - although maybe I have more to talk about concerning war than sex, as on the latter topic I've only read the glorified pr0n of The Story of O and written it remember remember remember???
I HAVE MORE RIGHT TO TALK ABOUT OBOE REEDS, HOT WATER, TEA AND PRACTICE THAN FRENCH, SEX AND WAR - besides I eked out my schedule a little better in the interim of LJ-post composition.
"Bed-time, Claire!"
I checked with mother's pride-and-joy Steinway which is regularly tuned by Phil the piano tuner who lives in an absolutely awesome house, tuning pianos for a living as far as I know. (And selling them, incidentally, but tuning is more regular - they are EXPENSIVE THINGS, especially the Steinways, which are essentially The Only Pianos Worth Anything. However, I think piano salesmen don't really make any money because right after one is sold they likely get another which is just as expensive if not more.)
I have always thought to myself "Self, the oboe range extends from the B flat below the piano's middle C to the F above the treble clef," but today I decided I needed to build my embouchure back up for the utter insanities of the semester approaching in 23 days, so hot water was procured (one of my favourite beverages I might add - teas are best in my opinion steaming hot - the sold iced teas seem always over-sugary!! I experimented with iced tea but I find it harder to drink - the bitter flavour is more noticeable methinks and I don't want to add sugar) and I selected two reeds from my arsenal.
I had planned to switch about halfway, but my red/yellow reed turned out to be one of those worn-out workhorses that just couldn't get it up any more, to be somewhat crude, so today I used one of the newer reeds from the 19th century and not the 12th, see, see?
What sort of tasks are you going to accomplish? Socrates wonders.
I'm thinking I might arrange a standard oboe time this semester. I've NEVER set a standard oboe practice time because I thought it needs to be about as regular as breathing - tomorrow I made a note to play before reading Trotsky, since I want to not disappoint HG by being an identical music student too pressed for time to give Alexander le Hautbois any justice. (I think oboe in French is a le and not a la... *research*) Oui!
Oh, I'd better limit my oboe practice time on Monday due to approaching labour. Oh, nah, not until Tuesday, since I'm not standing too much on Monday, my favourite day of the week! So a little before and a little after on Monday; Tuesday and Wednesday early morning so that I don't exhaust myself very much for standing at a register for a few hours in the afternoon. I should reschedule myself as my week gets clearer. On Friday I'm planning to get my cane and thread from the reed room so I CAN MAKE REEDS LIKE AN ADULT OBOIST WHO HAS TIME. (I have my knives upstairs because I wanted to feel lethal by more than my tongue! [I think my teeth were far more of an issue, but let's not talk about oral sex right now])
Socchan, should I make a sex tag? I'm over 21 now and it exists as a subject, very worthwhile of discussion, maybe moreso than maths, oboe, and writing put together.
SOC: Would you like to make a sex tag?
Not REALLY, because this is WHERE I AM PUBLIC or at least MORESO and I DON'T WANT TO BE PRIVATE.
SOC: Is your birthdate not obvious? Erotica is essentially all you discuss in your night Latin classes, haven't you been paying any attention at all to your learned professor?
WELL ALL RIGHT TEHN. *cringe* WHAT SHOULD I SAY ABOUT SEX SOCRATES?
SOC: What do you want to say about sex?
*cringe* That's why I asked you!!
SOC: Do you want to say... *annoyed that he is the vehicle* that it is DESIRABLE or that you'd benefit from more?
НЕТ!! *cry* non... nein... is my mood really equatable with "aroused", Socchan?
SOC: Is it, Claire?
Well, now that I've finally broached the topic, it's worthwhile to say that playing the oboe honestly feels the most sexual of any of the instruments I have tried, moreso than even the violin. (I've always been instructed to play bassoon lustily, but it hasn't worked for me) I present the Danse Bacchanale solo. And there's a place in France where the naked ladies dance, that do-re-me stuff.
This is uncomfortable worrying about what anyone will think ON MY PUBLIC BLOG DISCUSSING THE S DEED but I'm srsly behind an LJ-cut, and I don't know what happened with the Facebook connect thing but it's greyed out right now. Twitter exists; it forced me into a weird password I don't even remember and I don't want to fight with it.
OH THAT WAS THE OTHER THING I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT - WAR :D My mother's always told me that it was only good for real estate and religion. I didn't want to argue with Spencer's mother when she was all PEACE IS THE WAY - I felt if I offered too much comment, then it would come across as picking a fight. Now that I'm checking back to it, she wrote a little more, and... well, hang on, I can talk about it in a moment.
Hmmm. It started as Spencer's mother talking about tolerance, and now we've gotten into conflict and war. I probably have little ground to talk about War itself, as a non-member of the military, only having read War & Peace and all about the Spartans vs. the Athenians [Panhellenic wars perhaps?] and Caesar's De Bello Gallico - although maybe I have more to talk about concerning war than sex, as on the latter topic I've only read the glorified pr0n of The Story of O and written it remember remember remember???
I HAVE MORE RIGHT TO TALK ABOUT OBOE REEDS, HOT WATER, TEA AND PRACTICE THAN FRENCH, SEX AND WAR - besides I eked out my schedule a little better in the interim of LJ-post composition.
"Bed-time, Claire!"