I must do a brain dump
as I am wont to do whenever I feel as if so much - good or bad - has occurred.
*In the process of reading a script by an acquaintance, I came upon some typos, to which I alerted her. Since then, she has asked me to serve as her copy editor for her new non-fiction book and to give her a quote of my fees. Yay! Eck! Simultaneously. Why? Well...
*Next Tuesday kicks off two months of teaching SAT Bootcamp full time. This is in addition to several hours of private tutoring. And I may take on another 8-14 hours of SAT tutoring at another institute. (PANIC ATTACK!) Teaching SAT during the summer is very lucrative, especially as I look ahead to getting back on a graduate student stipend for the upcoming year. However, all of this will be very time consuming, and...
*I need time to read, write, and - in general - get back to pursuing a life of the mind. Teaching SATs are not entirely divorced from this pursuit, admittedly, but it's akin to doing Czerny keyboard drills with hands - though small they may be - that long to go at Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, Debussy, Kabalevsky in particular (damn it, what was my favorite piece by him!?), Liszt, Mozart, and more. (Wow, it has been more than a year since these fingers last alighted upon a keyboard. To do so literally - not just figuratively as in this instance - would be rather nice.)
*The sun is rising already, but I've had only three hours of sleep thanks to some jerk driving slowly around the block in search of a parking spot with James Brown blaring at 3am. (Hm, I wonder what people would submit if a contest were issued to imagine how a dream might incorporate James Brown.) My eyes are finally beginning to get heavy again... This will mess up the calibration of my schedule for next week. AND it will get in the way of me jogging this morning... Argh. Pout.
*On a totally unrelated note, I unclogged my bathroom sink drain. Not the sink, but the drain. Why do I make this distinction? Because I literally snaked a bottle scrubber down the drain, and the black tar that spewed out of the sink - ewwwww, grrrrrrroooooosssss! - barely missed me and nearly triggered regurgitation. My gag reflex nearly activates just from sheer memory of the experience. Long story short? Baking soda and vinegar are my eco-friendly allies against nausea-inducing black tar from the pits of drainage pipes.
*In the process of reading a script by an acquaintance, I came upon some typos, to which I alerted her. Since then, she has asked me to serve as her copy editor for her new non-fiction book and to give her a quote of my fees. Yay! Eck! Simultaneously. Why? Well...
*Next Tuesday kicks off two months of teaching SAT Bootcamp full time. This is in addition to several hours of private tutoring. And I may take on another 8-14 hours of SAT tutoring at another institute. (PANIC ATTACK!) Teaching SAT during the summer is very lucrative, especially as I look ahead to getting back on a graduate student stipend for the upcoming year. However, all of this will be very time consuming, and...
*I need time to read, write, and - in general - get back to pursuing a life of the mind. Teaching SATs are not entirely divorced from this pursuit, admittedly, but it's akin to doing Czerny keyboard drills with hands - though small they may be - that long to go at Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, Debussy, Kabalevsky in particular (damn it, what was my favorite piece by him!?), Liszt, Mozart, and more. (Wow, it has been more than a year since these fingers last alighted upon a keyboard. To do so literally - not just figuratively as in this instance - would be rather nice.)
*The sun is rising already, but I've had only three hours of sleep thanks to some jerk driving slowly around the block in search of a parking spot with James Brown blaring at 3am. (Hm, I wonder what people would submit if a contest were issued to imagine how a dream might incorporate James Brown.) My eyes are finally beginning to get heavy again... This will mess up the calibration of my schedule for next week. AND it will get in the way of me jogging this morning... Argh. Pout.
*On a totally unrelated note, I unclogged my bathroom sink drain. Not the sink, but the drain. Why do I make this distinction? Because I literally snaked a bottle scrubber down the drain, and the black tar that spewed out of the sink - ewwwww, grrrrrrroooooosssss! - barely missed me and nearly triggered regurgitation. My gag reflex nearly activates just from sheer memory of the experience. Long story short? Baking soda and vinegar are my eco-friendly allies against nausea-inducing black tar from the pits of drainage pipes.