Up Late
Up late again.
Starting to feel a bit better after a horrible week, but can't sleep.
Was amazed at how many of my old LJ friends have not posted in years and that the whole system seems like a shadow of what it once was before FB became the status quo.
I feel more comfortable with this limited format and the idea that it's a journal. I would never go into detail or express my emotions in as much depth on FB. In fact, I only keep a personal account for family and a few close friends. Everyone else had to connect through Rossini's FB account. He had a quite a following. Not sure if I'll leave it up since it would be weird to have people friending my little boy now that he is gone.
Feeling that lack of ambition right now and yet I have the opportunity to apply for a full-time position at my college. After six years, they finally posted it. I took a full-time church job in the fall of 2013, partly out of desperation, while waiting for this job. It is all very political, so I'm not going to be crushed if I don't get it. Really want to leave the US before I turn 55 and just jump off the career treadmill that this society seems to encourage and enjoy.
I don't mind my current job, now that I've survived the crap, but I inherited a typical American Catholic church that is still trying to find an identity 50 years after Vatican II. Too much good tradition got tossed out in attempt to make the Mass "relevant".
I have brought the music back to a more inclusive stage so that we sing some chants, motets and even hymns in Latin. Still starving to make more sophisticated music with good musicians. Ha! This area was not the place to make that happen. I think T.S. Eliot wrote a book about it.
Will probably apply for the college job and if I'm lucky enough to get the position, I'll have to leave my current job after only two years. Such is life. I often spend time worrying about how my actions will affect others and then I get screwed, so I will do what is best for me and my wife.
The new job will not be without it's share of stress and issues, but at least I won't have the problem of having to deal with people who say they are devout Christians, but then act like little back-stabbing shits every chance they get.
Listening to Monteverdi's Vespers of 1610 and trying to imagine what it would have been like to listen to such glorious beauty inside the walls of San Marco back in 17th century Venice. I'm sure that life in general would have been short and horrible in comparison, but maybe a visit through a time machine.
I often wonder how JS Bach dealt with the crap he must have endured being such a genius and probably having unruly choir boys, nasty administrators and thick church members who didn't recognize the incredible music he was creating.
Oh, the Sonata Sopra Sancta Maria with a boy soprano, brass and strings. Amazing. The soprano repeats the same melody in varying rhythms, but the instruments surround it with incredible counterpoint and melodic invention.
Listening to music does not help me sleep. Bad idea.
Will try sleeping again, but at least tomorrow is my day off.
I miss my little Rossini right now. When I stayed up late, he would always jump on my lap, fall asleep while purring, then start snoring with a paw over his eyes.
I hope I have a nice dream about him soon.
Starting to feel a bit better after a horrible week, but can't sleep.
Was amazed at how many of my old LJ friends have not posted in years and that the whole system seems like a shadow of what it once was before FB became the status quo.
I feel more comfortable with this limited format and the idea that it's a journal. I would never go into detail or express my emotions in as much depth on FB. In fact, I only keep a personal account for family and a few close friends. Everyone else had to connect through Rossini's FB account. He had a quite a following. Not sure if I'll leave it up since it would be weird to have people friending my little boy now that he is gone.
Feeling that lack of ambition right now and yet I have the opportunity to apply for a full-time position at my college. After six years, they finally posted it. I took a full-time church job in the fall of 2013, partly out of desperation, while waiting for this job. It is all very political, so I'm not going to be crushed if I don't get it. Really want to leave the US before I turn 55 and just jump off the career treadmill that this society seems to encourage and enjoy.
I don't mind my current job, now that I've survived the crap, but I inherited a typical American Catholic church that is still trying to find an identity 50 years after Vatican II. Too much good tradition got tossed out in attempt to make the Mass "relevant".
I have brought the music back to a more inclusive stage so that we sing some chants, motets and even hymns in Latin. Still starving to make more sophisticated music with good musicians. Ha! This area was not the place to make that happen. I think T.S. Eliot wrote a book about it.
Will probably apply for the college job and if I'm lucky enough to get the position, I'll have to leave my current job after only two years. Such is life. I often spend time worrying about how my actions will affect others and then I get screwed, so I will do what is best for me and my wife.
The new job will not be without it's share of stress and issues, but at least I won't have the problem of having to deal with people who say they are devout Christians, but then act like little back-stabbing shits every chance they get.
Listening to Monteverdi's Vespers of 1610 and trying to imagine what it would have been like to listen to such glorious beauty inside the walls of San Marco back in 17th century Venice. I'm sure that life in general would have been short and horrible in comparison, but maybe a visit through a time machine.
I often wonder how JS Bach dealt with the crap he must have endured being such a genius and probably having unruly choir boys, nasty administrators and thick church members who didn't recognize the incredible music he was creating.
Oh, the Sonata Sopra Sancta Maria with a boy soprano, brass and strings. Amazing. The soprano repeats the same melody in varying rhythms, but the instruments surround it with incredible counterpoint and melodic invention.
Listening to music does not help me sleep. Bad idea.
Will try sleeping again, but at least tomorrow is my day off.
I miss my little Rossini right now. When I stayed up late, he would always jump on my lap, fall asleep while purring, then start snoring with a paw over his eyes.
I hope I have a nice dream about him soon.