Happy Hanukkah!
I am stuck at the office right now, but soon enough I can go home and then it is time for LATKES. Also singing. And setting things on fire candles.
And hopefully Stratford tickets. *crosses fingers* We shall see.
Today in orchestra we saw a documentary on the music education program and Youth Orchestras of Venezuela. And then there was a question-and-answer session which only served to further establish the Eternal Awesome of Raphael Jimenez.
I keep wanting to bring him tribute. Like a pair of geese, or maybe a goat. And then I remember that I am, actually, living in the twenty-first century, and that my subdivision does not allow one to keep goats. And that Jimenez-sama is not going to know what the heck is wrong with me if I walk into orchestra leading a hog and hand him the rope and say something like "this is for your table."
(At intermission of Thursday's concert he stopped me before I went back onstage and told me that I needed to blend more because sometimes I was pushing too hard. I fixed it for the second half, I think, but I still felt terrible. terrible. This is the trouble with hero-worship. Ah well.)
Speaking of which (not really) I need to bake cookies and visit my sixth-graders, whom I have missed. I just need to bake cookies. And then find my cake recipe again, because man, I made some good cake.
Jesse has some sort of music playing. I want to go change it, but what would I change it to? ...Jpop?
Goodbye.
And hopefully Stratford tickets. *crosses fingers* We shall see.
Today in orchestra we saw a documentary on the music education program and Youth Orchestras of Venezuela. And then there was a question-and-answer session which only served to further establish the Eternal Awesome of Raphael Jimenez.
I keep wanting to bring him tribute. Like a pair of geese, or maybe a goat. And then I remember that I am, actually, living in the twenty-first century, and that my subdivision does not allow one to keep goats. And that Jimenez-sama is not going to know what the heck is wrong with me if I walk into orchestra leading a hog and hand him the rope and say something like "this is for your table."
(At intermission of Thursday's concert he stopped me before I went back onstage and told me that I needed to blend more because sometimes I was pushing too hard. I fixed it for the second half, I think, but I still felt terrible. terrible. This is the trouble with hero-worship. Ah well.)
Speaking of which (not really) I need to bake cookies and visit my sixth-graders, whom I have missed. I just need to bake cookies. And then find my cake recipe again, because man, I made some good cake.
Jesse has some sort of music playing. I want to go change it, but what would I change it to? ...Jpop?
Goodbye.