The awakening, spring, and finger holes...
I've got holes in my fingers. They hurt. My doctor is not very good with a laser. She made me pass out with Ladacaine (sp?)...this all bums me out.
YSU is going fairly well. I have a gargantuan project on the horizon, and I'm still uncertain of my ability to pull it off. I'm going to examine the appearances of religion in the lyrics of Bernie Taupin (Elton John), and examine the themes using different literary schools (moral formalism, queer thought, marxism, etc.). It will be very challenging. It has to be 15-20 pages in length. God damn.
My aesthetic response is due for my adolescent lit class, and I decided I was going to write a song inspired by Chris Crutcher's book, SLEDDING HILL. It turns out, it's going to be about censorship. I wrote some lyrics on the plane home from Atlantic City that I REALLY REALLY REALLY liked, but then put them in the washing machine. They're totally illegible. It's a wash. Pun intended.
I'm a little nervous about presenting my song next week. I'm still using block chords (different inversions, at least) because I'm not a very strong pianist. I'm OK. Better than some. But, it's not my strength. I have to record vocals for it this week. I might post it on myspace when it's done. I feel much more confident in my singing than I do my piano...and I blow at guitar. If I could become proficient on those two instruments, I don't think there's much I couldn't use it for. I'm kinda pumped.
My lovely wife is home, and asleep on the couch. She loves the couch. The moments when she comes home from work and just chills out and relaxes--I love those moments. She is so content. I remember all those years when she had to leave at like, 1 a.m., and go home. Now, she's with me every night. I cannot explain how tremendous that makes me feel. I'll never take her for granted. Ever. I love my job, and I love learning, and music, and friends, and family. But she's the reason I thrive. She's my true source of happiness. I'm totally fine with that.
I felt spring in the air. I want to play golf. And plant my yard. And do some landscaping. And finish my studio. And clean my basement. And drink a beer on my roof. That, my LJ friends, is a plan behind which a man can stand.
It's bedtime. My school is the only school in the world that's going back for Thursday and Friday of this week. Meh. Whateva. I hope I can bowl with my holey fingers.
I love the school year after spring break. It flies.
YSU is going fairly well. I have a gargantuan project on the horizon, and I'm still uncertain of my ability to pull it off. I'm going to examine the appearances of religion in the lyrics of Bernie Taupin (Elton John), and examine the themes using different literary schools (moral formalism, queer thought, marxism, etc.). It will be very challenging. It has to be 15-20 pages in length. God damn.
My aesthetic response is due for my adolescent lit class, and I decided I was going to write a song inspired by Chris Crutcher's book, SLEDDING HILL. It turns out, it's going to be about censorship. I wrote some lyrics on the plane home from Atlantic City that I REALLY REALLY REALLY liked, but then put them in the washing machine. They're totally illegible. It's a wash. Pun intended.
I'm a little nervous about presenting my song next week. I'm still using block chords (different inversions, at least) because I'm not a very strong pianist. I'm OK. Better than some. But, it's not my strength. I have to record vocals for it this week. I might post it on myspace when it's done. I feel much more confident in my singing than I do my piano...and I blow at guitar. If I could become proficient on those two instruments, I don't think there's much I couldn't use it for. I'm kinda pumped.
My lovely wife is home, and asleep on the couch. She loves the couch. The moments when she comes home from work and just chills out and relaxes--I love those moments. She is so content. I remember all those years when she had to leave at like, 1 a.m., and go home. Now, she's with me every night. I cannot explain how tremendous that makes me feel. I'll never take her for granted. Ever. I love my job, and I love learning, and music, and friends, and family. But she's the reason I thrive. She's my true source of happiness. I'm totally fine with that.
I felt spring in the air. I want to play golf. And plant my yard. And do some landscaping. And finish my studio. And clean my basement. And drink a beer on my roof. That, my LJ friends, is a plan behind which a man can stand.
It's bedtime. My school is the only school in the world that's going back for Thursday and Friday of this week. Meh. Whateva. I hope I can bowl with my holey fingers.
I love the school year after spring break. It flies.