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sihayadesignsToday has been a long day. I'm overdue for bed-- just waiting on a phonecall from Mike, and then it's sleep time for me.
The temperature rose to about 45 today, and it was nice-- the sunshine has whittled the snow away to small, dirty clumps hiding in the shade. The walks to and from class were more pleasant-- I just can't wait until April, so when I go on area rounds, I can inhale the sweet spring air and gaze at the moon rather than whisk up the avenue as quickly as I can, hands in pockets, head down.
I had my lesson today. I'm working on "Monica's Waltz" from The Medium. When I opened up my mouth to sing, nothing came out but a pathetic little squeak. I'm not losing my speaking voice-- I have no idea what's up. I think I should lay off the sugar until next week. Opera workshop proved little better-- I marked down the octave for my Carmen trio and at least managed to nail in a few notes.
Quote of the day:
Ladies? Can you trill that last note? Just pretend you're sitting on a vibrator.
-Kyle Engler, voice teacher extraordinaire.
In some free time, I sat at the piano and plucked gingerly at a few chords, finally putting together a few chord progressions that I was pleased with. I wish I were better at rhythmic dictation-- I felt so inspired today, if I could take dictation better, I could actually begin to compose. But the simple process of combining chords, tonic, dominant... it was calming, and inspiring. I think the I(6/4) chord is my favorite, especially before a cadence. It's so poignant. The rush of creativity got me thinking about my novel, long-neglected. I want to work on it, and I'm setting a goal-- two chapters while I'm home for spring break. I would say more, but I don't have a laptop-- it's times like these I really wish I had one. I'd be up clattering at the keyboard all night. I find it so much harder to write fiction longhand. It's disheartening.
I made a few icons tonight, some I like more than others. I might re-do a few. When I have a few more, I'll post them, maybe tomorrow. I also want to re-do Belles Choses, but I don't have the time. I'm already procrastinating two papers and two more chapters of that godawful book all due on or before Tuesday.
I also talked to my dad-- he's not doing well. As much as I never really thought he was a very good husband, he's trying to be a good dad. He's matured so much since his split from Marrianne- he's started to take responsibility, and it's humbled him. He's also very depressed-- I could hear it in his voice, hear it in the way he said that sometimes it was hard to hold on. Marrianne is being a first class bitch. It's one thing to want a divorce. I don't fault her for it. But she's screwing with the kids' heads, telling them things that are better left between adults, trying to slander my father in the community. I have half a mind to sock her in the jaw. It's sad. I loved her once, and I can't believe the monster she's become. I've never hated her before as I hated her today. I'm going to see dad this weekend. He sounds like he needs a hug.
And Angel lightened my mood considerably. Is it wrong that I wanted him to bust out with Vahn, tvoo, tvee evil demons. Muahahahaha!? I mean, really. I have coherent thoughts, I do. But they're mostly of the "hahaha" variety or of the "Wes, you and Angel should just kiss" variety. So they can wait.
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bathsweaver, I'm glad you liked everything!
Andpawsfurme: I found out that I have a masterclass of sorts on Feb. 28th from 3-4:30pm. I don't know what time your class is... we could still get lunch, and you're welcome to come to the class to hear me sing. It's pretty informal. We could do the massage afterwards if all's cool with you. I'm free until 9pm that night, when I have to go on duty.
Uggghh. Cramps. Thank god for Godiva. :)
The temperature rose to about 45 today, and it was nice-- the sunshine has whittled the snow away to small, dirty clumps hiding in the shade. The walks to and from class were more pleasant-- I just can't wait until April, so when I go on area rounds, I can inhale the sweet spring air and gaze at the moon rather than whisk up the avenue as quickly as I can, hands in pockets, head down.
I had my lesson today. I'm working on "Monica's Waltz" from The Medium. When I opened up my mouth to sing, nothing came out but a pathetic little squeak. I'm not losing my speaking voice-- I have no idea what's up. I think I should lay off the sugar until next week. Opera workshop proved little better-- I marked down the octave for my Carmen trio and at least managed to nail in a few notes.
Quote of the day:
-Kyle Engler, voice teacher extraordinaire.
In some free time, I sat at the piano and plucked gingerly at a few chords, finally putting together a few chord progressions that I was pleased with. I wish I were better at rhythmic dictation-- I felt so inspired today, if I could take dictation better, I could actually begin to compose. But the simple process of combining chords, tonic, dominant... it was calming, and inspiring. I think the I(6/4) chord is my favorite, especially before a cadence. It's so poignant. The rush of creativity got me thinking about my novel, long-neglected. I want to work on it, and I'm setting a goal-- two chapters while I'm home for spring break. I would say more, but I don't have a laptop-- it's times like these I really wish I had one. I'd be up clattering at the keyboard all night. I find it so much harder to write fiction longhand. It's disheartening.
I made a few icons tonight, some I like more than others. I might re-do a few. When I have a few more, I'll post them, maybe tomorrow. I also want to re-do Belles Choses, but I don't have the time. I'm already procrastinating two papers and two more chapters of that godawful book all due on or before Tuesday.
I also talked to my dad-- he's not doing well. As much as I never really thought he was a very good husband, he's trying to be a good dad. He's matured so much since his split from Marrianne- he's started to take responsibility, and it's humbled him. He's also very depressed-- I could hear it in his voice, hear it in the way he said that sometimes it was hard to hold on. Marrianne is being a first class bitch. It's one thing to want a divorce. I don't fault her for it. But she's screwing with the kids' heads, telling them things that are better left between adults, trying to slander my father in the community. I have half a mind to sock her in the jaw. It's sad. I loved her once, and I can't believe the monster she's become. I've never hated her before as I hated her today. I'm going to see dad this weekend. He sounds like he needs a hug.
And Angel lightened my mood considerably. Is it wrong that I wanted him to bust out with Vahn, tvoo, tvee evil demons. Muahahahaha!? I mean, really. I have coherent thoughts, I do. But they're mostly of the "hahaha" variety or of the "Wes, you and Angel should just kiss" variety. So they can wait.
Also...
bathsweaver, I'm glad you liked everything!And
pawsfurme: I found out that I have a masterclass of sorts on Feb. 28th from 3-4:30pm. I don't know what time your class is... we could still get lunch, and you're welcome to come to the class to hear me sing. It's pretty informal. We could do the massage afterwards if all's cool with you. I'm free until 9pm that night, when I have to go on duty.Uggghh. Cramps. Thank god for Godiva. :)
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Date: 2004-02-18 09:47 pm (UTC)2) Kyle is HILARIOUS. Sitting on a vibrator...yes...I can see how that might invoke a trill or 2.
3)For more Godiva....just ask me to bring some upon next visit to campus *grin*
Feb. 28
Date: 2004-02-19 08:58 pm (UTC)