Nice world + Art
I want to read more stories like this. All the time. :)
(Parenting: Accepting Gay Identity, and Gaining Strength)
Happy!
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I'm also remembering Hieronymus Bosch's name with greater ease, and he's a guy whose name one just ought to remember. You have to appreciate his wonderful interpretation of what Hell looks like! Gotta love that guy.
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Though I'm going to have to go with The Dying Gaul as my favourite work of art. The Rape of Sabine Women rates up there pretty high, and I'll always love Daphne's hands from Bernini's Apollo & Daphne.
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Well, there was also this great penitent Magdalene that I saw in the Musei Capitolini, but I've never been able to find out who it was by n' all. V/sad.
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Other news:
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New Doctor Who! New companion (not in a Firefly sense)! Hope she's up to snuff - I ♥ Rose and I miss her. Who cried at the season 2 finale? Why, I did! I sobbed on the floor amongst the Christmas paper. And Ms. Bruggemann thought I was having a case of holiday freak-outs, but no - I was blubbering and muttering "Oh noes! Now the Doctor is all on his own in all the universe! Lonely emo time lord, don't cry!!" And then I cry more. *thought* "Mebbe he'll hook up with Sarah Jane again?"
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I am tortured by the presence of a fuly downloaded Dr.WhoS03E01 on my laptop, because I can't go and watch the whole damn thing, and I certainly couldn't stand to only watch a little, so I simply must not watch it at all. But damn I want to.
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I just bought a new ringtone. In honour of Dean, probably. It's so... adsfklj;, if you know what I mean. "Back in Black", anyone? It's been stuck in my head for about a month running now. That and Värttinä's "Mataleena", which is a weird song. Good damn traditional lyrics though. Gotta love that 100% original angsty folk music!
Finnish lyrics:
Mataleena, neito nuori
Neito nuori ja nurja
Sill´on synkkää syämessä
Pahan mennehen maa
English Translation:
Mataleena, that young maid,
That bitter and twisted young maid -
Her heart is darkness,
A land where nothing came to good.
Tasty!
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And an obligatory college update:
=Accepted ?=Waitlisted
=Rejection!
Macalaster
Smith
Pitzer
Scripps
? Harvard
? Reed
? Wellesly
? Kenyon (turned them down)
Barnard
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Harp concert today @ Crossroads mall. 4:30PM/16:30, for all those who care. You really don't want to schelp all the way up to Crossroads, I'm sure of it.
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Harp concert a total success. Most of us were wearing hippie skirts, which are the skirt of choice for a folk harpist, really. They're long (ergo you can play in them) and vaguely folk-y and still can manage to look dressy, even if they smell vaguely of patchouli.
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Anyways, my solos went pretty well. First song was great. I can tell you all this because none of you were there and therefore I can boast without feeling weird. And then the second song came.
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I have learned a valuable lesson about music: if you're going to screw up on a piece, make sure it's a medieval or renaissance piece. No one will really be able to tell if you screwed up or not!
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In my case, I got very lost all of a sudden halfway through a 14th century Italian estampie. The piece moves pretty fast, so I was sure I was doomed, but the gods saw fit to smile on me. I just made up the rest of the piece and played it to a very new and even more distinctly modal end.
I just made up the music on the spot and NOBODY NOTICED! It was amazing. I'm still in shock.
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Also: I ate an entire dish of sag paneer on Saturday night by myself and I didn't have to share with anyone. I am very happy about it.
(Parenting: Accepting Gay Identity, and Gaining Strength)
Happy!
* * *
I'm also remembering Hieronymus Bosch's name with greater ease, and he's a guy whose name one just ought to remember. You have to appreciate his wonderful interpretation of what Hell looks like! Gotta love that guy.
Though I'm going to have to go with The Dying Gaul as my favourite work of art. The Rape of Sabine Women rates up there pretty high, and I'll always love Daphne's hands from Bernini's Apollo & Daphne.
Well, there was also this great penitent Magdalene that I saw in the Musei Capitolini, but I've never been able to find out who it was by n' all. V/sad.
* * *
Other news:
New Doctor Who! New companion (not in a Firefly sense)! Hope she's up to snuff - I ♥ Rose and I miss her. Who cried at the season 2 finale? Why, I did! I sobbed on the floor amongst the Christmas paper. And Ms. Bruggemann thought I was having a case of holiday freak-outs, but no - I was blubbering and muttering "Oh noes! Now the Doctor is all on his own in all the universe! Lonely emo time lord, don't cry!!" And then I cry more. *thought* "Mebbe he'll hook up with Sarah Jane again?"
I am tortured by the presence of a fuly downloaded Dr.WhoS03E01 on my laptop, because I can't go and watch the whole damn thing, and I certainly couldn't stand to only watch a little, so I simply must not watch it at all. But damn I want to.
* * *
I just bought a new ringtone. In honour of Dean, probably. It's so... adsfklj;, if you know what I mean. "Back in Black", anyone? It's been stuck in my head for about a month running now. That and Värttinä's "Mataleena", which is a weird song. Good damn traditional lyrics though. Gotta love that 100% original angsty folk music!
Finnish lyrics:
Mataleena, neito nuori
Neito nuori ja nurja
Sill´on synkkää syämessä
Pahan mennehen maa
English Translation:
Mataleena, that young maid,
That bitter and twisted young maid -
Her heart is darkness,
A land where nothing came to good.
Tasty!
* * *
And an obligatory college update:
=Accepted ?=Waitlisted
=Rejection!
Macalaster
Smith
Pitzer
Scripps
? Harvard
? Reed
? Wellesly
? Kenyon (turned them down)
Barnard
* * *
Harp concert today @ Crossroads mall. 4:30PM/16:30, for all those who care. You really don't want to schelp all the way up to Crossroads, I'm sure of it.
Harp concert a total success. Most of us were wearing hippie skirts, which are the skirt of choice for a folk harpist, really. They're long (ergo you can play in them) and vaguely folk-y and still can manage to look dressy, even if they smell vaguely of patchouli.
Anyways, my solos went pretty well. First song was great. I can tell you all this because none of you were there and therefore I can boast without feeling weird. And then the second song came.
I have learned a valuable lesson about music: if you're going to screw up on a piece, make sure it's a medieval or renaissance piece. No one will really be able to tell if you screwed up or not!
In my case, I got very lost all of a sudden halfway through a 14th century Italian estampie. The piece moves pretty fast, so I was sure I was doomed, but the gods saw fit to smile on me. I just made up the rest of the piece and played it to a very new and even more distinctly modal end.
I just made up the music on the spot and NOBODY NOTICED! It was amazing. I'm still in shock.
* * *
Also: I ate an entire dish of sag paneer on Saturday night by myself and I didn't have to share with anyone. I am very happy about it.