November

The sky is drooling on us. It splutters in indecision, dribbling down rain one moment before spitting snow the next. The result is an unattractive squelchy mess I must slog through in my car. But the fact that it's trying to snow at all is encouraging. I love snow!

Thanksgiving was kind of... meh. It was just my parents and me so we went to the Davenport. The Davenport is great with its plush surroundings and otherworldlyness. It's like stepping into a different century. But it can't compete with home-cooking and a room full of relatives. Next year my Brother and Jenny will come and so will the Blegen clan, three excited and demanding children in tow. But this year it was just Mom and Dad and me, which was nice, but it wasn't Thanksgiving.
Now I am back from break and must grit my teeth as I plow through the next three weeks. It's not really that demanding. It's not. And yet the thought of juries and finals and projects all rushing up at once (not to mention my GPA being altered once again) makes me want to run away.

It was so nice being home all week, having a cat curled up in my lap and a dog at my feet and my parents pottering around the house. I can't wait for this semester to be over. Then my sister will come home and there will be Christmas choir and caroling and getting a tree and all that. And I'll be able to practice without dreading my teacher breathing down my neck the next week.

But for now I must trudge off to the music building and pray that my lesson goes well and that juries won't be too demanding and that I'll pass Ear Training and that my group will finish our project for CS-110 on time and that I'll get my article and my extra credit paper and my three papers for piano and everything else done. Whew. It's all little things. It's not that demanding. But it certainly adds up to a lot of headaches, as though I'm just finishing out the busy work that I need to complete before leaving.

I'd better go to the music building and practice now.

The Coolest Thing Ever to happen to this Blog

Look at the top of the blog. There is a little playlist thingummy. Click the play arrow. I dare you.

Have you clicked it yet? ISN'T IT THE COOLEST!?? That's not really a question. I discovered this really cool radio blog site where you can embed just about any song you search for into your page! Since I've been on a Scarlet Pimpernel kick recently I naturally went for The Riddle. Anyhow, expect me to provide regular musical samplings as I'm really extremely excited about this. I HAVE MUSIC ON MY BLOG! YAY! You can adjust the volume with that non-descript brown bar next to the question mark.

So here are the lyrics to this song, before I waltz off to the lovely lilting melody of this song.

See the moon slink down in the sky, darling

Let your fantasies fly, darling
Life is cold, and the game is old.
Just see how virtue repays you
You turn and someone betrays you
Betray him first, and the game's reversed

For we all are caught in the middle
Of one long treacherous riddle
Can I trust you?
Should you trust me to?
We shamble on through this hell
Taking on more secrets to sell
'Til there comes a day
When we sell our souls away

Through the mist your lover is beckoning
Comes that moment of reckoning
Faces change, even smiles grow strange
And we all have so many faces
The real self often erases
Enticing lies, flicker through our eyes

Feel the terror draw ever nearer
The more you stare in the mirror
But hold your own
Face the wind alone
Reel on love, toughen your scars
Year by year we're falling like stars
'Til there comes a day
When we sell our souls away

Can I run to you? Are you true to me?
I'll do unto you as you do to me!
And we slowly learn someone has to burn
Better you than me

Every Judas once loved a Jesus
But finally treason will sieze us
And only fools follow golden rules

We all are caught in the middle
Of one long, treacherous riddle
Of who trusts who
Maybe I'll trust you
But can you trust me?
Wait and see

A Special Day

Today is the first day I have ever been made money by being a musician.

YouTube is Amazing

So, I'm generally not an advocate of bootleg materials. That's probably not the best way to start off this post. Let's just say that 1. There are a number of original videos on YouTube that are very worth watching. For instance, I found a "Sherlock Holmes mystery" that was written by and filmed by a bunch of kids. If you can get over the number of deaths, it's really quite cute.

That said there are some things on there that probably shouldn't be on there. I'm kind of a stickler about illegal downloading and such. Sure, if I buy a classical CD Beethoven's not going to get a cut, but I want the stores to stock these things and I want people in the music business to be able to make a living for obvious reasons. So I generally either buy it or live with out it with a few exceptions (if it's not available in the US for instance). The only reason I have a bunch of Katrina's music on my iTunes right now is because it's easier than walking across the room to borrow her CDs. I will delete it all at the end of the year. See how legalistic I am about this?

However, I would like to thank all the people who have smuggled cameras into broadway productions. I spent a good portion of Saturday perusing videos from various productions of musicals I have mentioned before on this blog. Yep, I'm a dork. But it was amazing! I mean, the original actors are never going to perform these rolls again, I'm never going to have a chance to see it, so why not, eh?

"Do Not Be Afraid."

So, this is a random realization I've been meaning to post for some time. Last year in psychology I was taught that the most common human motivator is fear. Makes sense when you think about it. You can strip down even some of the most complex human emotions to some sort of fear.

The interesting thing is that in Great Themes of the Bible I was taught that Christ's most frequent command is "do not be afraid."

Musicals are fun

I'm obsessed with the Scarlet Pimpernel right now. I don't find the music to be absolutely stunning, but there's a couple of really good songs I enjoy. Credit Katrina with introducing me to it, along with Jekyll & Hyde. So here's some cool pictures I found online. They will have to do since I cannot see it. This first one is of Terrence Mann and Christina Andreas. I love the Chauvelin costume! Terrence Mann is an amazing talent, I love his voice (he was the Beast in the broadway Beauty and the Beast too). There are very few things about him on the web, but I think he's amazing. And he has really nifty boots. And a sash.







This is Douglas Sills in a hilariously funny song. He's also quite an interesting talent. That should be Douglas and Terrence below, but it's a different production. Spiffy shot though















And here's the original trio again. I love the smile on Terrence Mann's face. All in all, if you can pick up the album I'd recommend it. The book's definitely on my list to read.

Your wildest dreams will come true...

A few years ago, when I visited DC with my brother, we got to talking about the US (hmm, wonder why) and its origins etc. We eventually concluded that if any of the founding fathers could see it today, they'd be appalled. I don't mean this as a completely anti-American statement, but I don't mean it positively either.

What brings this on? First and foremost, a desire to get out of the "so this is what happened to me today" format my blog has been taking of late. So, here goes. It's an election year! Yay! I have the wonderful opportunity to exercise my right to vote. Great.

Don't get me wrong. I really do appreciate the freedoms we have in a democracy, er, republic like the USA. Sure, it's an imperfect system, as I'm about to rant about, but it's better than a lot of alternatives. A lot of people would die, and have died, for this kind of freedom. Government for the people. No more absolute monarchs as Strauch would say. Government serves the people, not the other way around. If only that counted for my reading response.

So what I'm trying to say is I take my responsibility as a United States citizen very seriously. A democracy can't function if its citizens don't participate. Sure, I have the freedom not to vote, but that goes against my responsibility.

With that said, what a mess! I've decided to be "open-minded" (or indecisive, or delusional, whatever you call it) and not affiliate myself with any particular party. I figure this is how it's supposed to work. Independently making decisions is a good thing, that's the point isn't it? Yet it's awfully tempting at this point to just tack a label to myself and follow the talking heads. I mean, it's ridiculous how difficult it is to get past all the screaming and finger-pointing and political mumbo-jumbo that makes me so detest necessary politics in the first place. Each side tries to demonize the other's point of view, which is ridiculous and childish and hopefully no one really falls for it. Sure, I don't agree with some things and even feel very strongly about the morality of certain issues, but I also understand that the other side feels just as strongly the opposite way.

Where it gets difficult is when you're trying to vote for the best possible option and trying to guage each side of the argument. Each side has valid points, obviously, but trying to get beyond that into actual logistics of anything is almost impossible. I thought it would take me a lot of time to catch up on all the issues and opinions flying around but I realized after half an hour or so perusing things that it's just the same rhetoric over and over again. And that doesn't really help someone trying to make an informed decision. It becomes simple point of view, which makes some sense because you still get a good majority decision that way and at least if we get messed up we're all in it together, but this point of view thing was what I was trying to avoid in the first place. I'm terribly naive. I don't deny it. It's not all bad.

Anyhow, there's a point when you just want to throw up your hands and give up. Excluding the option of become a poli-sci and economics double major I will never be able to fully understand the ins and outs of many of the policies on the ballot. "But the point is to have your voice heard." Yeah, well, I don't have much of a voice as of now being the ripe old age of 19. Do something about the cost of education. That's really the only issue I have any kind of experience with. Oh dear.

I Don't Even Know

Things have kind of been a rollercoaster as of late. When I last posted I just finished with one of the worst days I've ever had. It was the Saturday I was going to go horseback riding but ended up going to the teacher's workshop instead. I was up late that night so instead of going to the morning session I planned on the afternoon one. Well, I had some extra time before I needed to go to breakfast/lunch so I checked my email and homework on blackboard, only to find that I had missed an entire test. That's right. It was for my stupid night class and we had to take it online by Thursday and I had completely forgotten. I was devastated, I thought I was going to have to drop the class. I'm kind of a dork when it comes to grades and things so I was extremely upset and to be honest, if it hadn't been for Katie I wouldn't have made it to the workshop on time. I had to skip breakfast because I had been babyishly crying my eyes out in self-loathing. So it's 1:30 and I'm feeling sick because I haven't eaten anything and I forgot about that test and everything and I have to sit through this workshop. My piano teacher sat next to me. They had some muffins and fruit and cookies and things during the break and I tried not to be a total pig. I finally ended up leaving early because I just felt awful.

I had to endure the torture all weekend because my prof was out of town until late Monday. Finally I got to talk to her and found out that at least I wasn't the only one. I also sat down and did some math and I think my grade in that class is salvagable. So things were better than I'd hoped.

Then, the completely unexpected happened and I got some piano students! It's the pair I really wanted to teach. Their schedules didn't work with the other teacher's. I'm a little concerned because it's so late in the year, but I'm mostly excited. I'm in the process of choosing materials for them and it's quite fun. So that was really good news. But just when I was feeling really good about piano and all that...

I had the most terrible lesson. I had missed the last lesson through sheer business and was a bit late to this one, but confident that I had progressed. I'd been confident to give it a try in lab and, while it hadn't been perfect I thought it was okay for a first attempt. I thought my teacher would think highly of the fact that I'd done that so early. Nope. She was absolutely furious. I've never seen her so angry. It's as though she felt I'd tarnished her teaching reputation by playing when she felt I wasn't "prepared." I'd heard Judith's students play before they were "performance ready" a lot of times so I figured it would be okay. But no, she couldn't believe I hadn't checked with her (which I had, in my email to her) and through the rest of the lesson I could do nothing right. And it was then that I realized, she doesn't think I can do it.

It's the only explanation I can think of. She treats me like an afterthought. She feels obligated to explain the most elementary musical concepts to me. Half of me wants to believe her and just give up. Yes, I'm not as advanced as most of the other piano students. I never took from a high-profile studio or even from a well-established teacher. I took from a kind lady who knew a lot, believed in me, pushed me hard and was closer than an hour away from my house. But there are holes in my education. Big ones. And slowly I've been working to fill them. But maybe I haven't made any progress at all. Maybe I am just a big waste of time. Maybe I should just stop trying. That's the message I seem to get. The other half of me is just angry. Angry at myself for not working harder and angry at her for not having any faith in my abilities.

I don't know if she thinks I'm incapable, or if she just questions my work ethic, I doubt it's intentional but it definitely has been undermining my confidence, even moreso now that I've identified it. I remember when I told her I was a music major... She gave me this look and asked me if I was taking theory and ear training and whether or not I was doing okay in those classes. It was as though I'd shocked her. It's not as though I haven't questioned my decision to be a music major enough. I don't need this. Not when everyone I talk to asks me "what are you going to do with that?" and I can only smile politely and shrug. Not when I already agonize over how I'm ever going to pay off all my student loans. I hate loving music, and wanting to excel at it, and wanting to stay involved in it, and knowing that I most-likely won't be able to. It stinks. But however little I accomplish, this is one thing I have to pursue while I still have the chance. It's insane.

I don't dare tell her I'm teaching. I felt guilty looking over my students' old materials today. I kept thinking "I shouldn't be teaching you. I'm just going to mess you up." Somehow I've got to work up the courage to talk to Judith. Doubtless she'll be angry with me for taking on students this late in the year (what else could I do?) and doubtless she'll question every allowing me to teach after what apparently was my dismal attempt to play in lab.

That's enough of wallowing in my selfish misery. I'm going to go to bed now. Thanks for playing.

I really like this painting

So, thing's aren't so good right now. Hopefully they will get better. I'm not going to go into all that at the moment. I just thought I'd post this. We were analyzing art in preparation for my Europe trip and this is one of the paintings Dr. Strauch showed us.

Kasper David Friedrich, Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog

c.1818, Oil on canvas, 94 x 74.8 cm

Kunsthalle, Hamburg.

Maybe I liked it so well because I just finished reading Kidnapped.

"For all our hurry, day began to come in while we were still far from any shelter. It found us in a prodigious valley, strewn with rocks and where ran a foaming river. Wild mountains stood around it; there grew there neither grass nor trees." ~Kidnapped, by Robert Louis Stevenson

Harvest!

So I've been meaning to do this for a really long time. I was telling Katrina all of my harvest stories and I decided I'd better write them down to share with you all.

This past summer I drove swather and combine for an old family friend. As a farm girl, you'd imagine I'd know all about farming, but I never really got into the harvest part of it because it's really pretty boring and money wasn't a concern for me before my Dad quit. So I had some experience driving farm equipment, but not much. I'd worked the past 2 summers at the grain elevator and I just couldn't take it anymore, but you make more money working those long harvest hours so I thought I'd agree to driving combine for a change of pace. My Dad had worked for Chris for a while while between jobs so I had no problem getting a job with him (he's usually short-handed anyways).

Work started in late June with swathing. Chris is a grass farmer, one of the ones people on the news complain about all the time because he has to burn his crop stubble in order to make a profit. If I sound a little bitter, I am. It's not that I don't understand where these people are coming from, health problems are legitimate. At the same time people make it sound like field burning is just a luxury that allows a farmer to make more money. No. It allows a profit. Period. Wheat prices are the same as they were 20 years ago. Think you can make money selling lentils? Or even barley? Generally no,unless you have one of those hyper-mega farms, maybe then. Not that I'd call Chris' farm small. It's tough is what I'm trying to say, and since you can't make a profit feeding the world you do it growing golf courses. And you've got to understand that farming is more than an occupation. It's a way of life. It's something families do for generations. There is some sort of connection to that lifestyle. It's tough when a farmer is forced to quit. Especially when it's been in the family so long. My Dad was happy to quit and find an office job. Farming is tough. He likes having insurance and benefits and vacation time. He doesn't miss the stress of farming at all. And it was still tough. I could tell.

But enough of that. A lot of people get confused about grass harvest. It's not grass you harvest, it's the seed. You can then sell that seed to golf courses or people who want a front lawn or something via some provider. That's my understanding of it. In order for this to work, you have to cut, or swath, the grass at the right time and then let it cure in the sun for a while before harvesting it. And that's what I was doing in June and early July.

I don't have a picture of one, but swathers are quite a bit smaller than combines and way more meneuverable. I could hop on one and drive it around with no problem now, but it really was difficult to learn.

Aunt Janey

I went to the Symphony's opening night (guess who else tagged along... Actually I think it was Katrina's idea) which was fun. Khachaturian piano concerto. We went to the little "reception" they have afterwards because we ran into Laura's (yes the Laura who got married) parents. Her dad plays french horn. Anyhow, it was crazy because a lot of my profs are in the Symphony. Strauch (who's leading my Europe trip), and Rick Westrick (whom I met at Laura's wedding and who was as enthusiastic about my piano playing as ever :-D), and Dr. Phil. That's not really the point though. The point is I found out there was going to be a benefit concert for the Ayer-Blegen endowed chair.

Jane Blegen was my aunt. She was married to my Mom's brother and definitely a very important force in my life. Her mother was Evelyn Ayer, who I also got to see on holidays and the like. Both of them played with the Symphony as second-violinists.

I have to postcards from "aunt Janey" on the door of my room at college right now. I discovered them when looking through the various mathoms we keep around the house. The back of one says "Dear Heidi: Thank you for all the nice pictures you mailed me! They are all over my refrigerator door & they look so nice! Hope you had fun dancing tonite! Love, Aunt Janey." There's a painting of a man playing violin and a girl dancing ballet on the front. The other says "Dear Heidi, Thank you for your pictures - They are on my refrigerator now & I think of you each day: Love, Aunt Janey XXOO. P.S. This card is for you to keep. It is a print of a famous painting! P.S. Would you like to go to Sym-funnies? (I already found out you cannot this time - maybe later in Feb?!)" They make me smile every time I see them.

And I remember going to those Sym-funnies concerts. I was probably a little ancy like any other little kid, but I remember loving them! I remember they had the "instrument petting zoo" where you got to try out all these different instruments and when I was 11 I felt so proud that I could play the trumpet a little because I'd just started band. Aunt Janey is the person who introduced me to Pink Martini, and who invited me to the jazz violin concert with Johnny Frigo (which I loved, although I can't remember who played before him but that other guy was my favorite). She had offered to teach me violin but by then I was already taking piano and not really inspired by the violin because my siblings didn't play it. Now I wish I could have, but I'm a pianist and that's how it goes, I can't imagine not being a pianist.

More than introducing me to music in many ways, I associate her with the holidays, like Christmas and Thanksgiving. We would always go over to Aunt Janey and Uncle Brad's every Christmas and see all the Blegens. She was always the last to sit down because she was running around getting the butter or the salt or whatever had been forgotten. Her brother Larry would get so exasperated. "Jane, sit down and eat!" he would say, and we would all look at her untouched plate of food on the table and wonder how cold it was by now.

By the time I was old enough to really know her she already had skin cancer, so I don't remember when she was diagnosed, I just remember that she had it. She got it treated and it never seemed too serious, to me anyways, I never noticed anything wrong. But one year something went wrong, they didn't catch a growth or something and it went deeper. She told us at Christmas, I think the last time we had Christmas at her and Uncle Brad's house. The last memory I have of her, before she got really sick that is, is at an outdoor restuarant at a local park. She gave me a CD of The Four Seasons and I'm so glad that I'll always be able to associate my loving, vibrant aunt with that piece of music.

As you can probably guess, she did pass away; she died, if you prefer not to use euphemisms. She was such a large part of the family, it was strange to go to my cousin's for Christmas instead, and I think the thing I miss most is Larry yelling at her to sit down and eat. :-)

So I was really excited about this benefit concert. I remember when the Symphony announced the Ayer-Blegen endowed chair. They had a special concert for it. I don't remember the composer, but I remember that I was in junior high and definitely a music nerd by then, so I was fascinated by the slightly more abstract music. Anyhow, back to the present, my parents visited me a couple weeks ago and noticed I'd kept the flyer for the benefit concert. My Mom was going to be out of town for her job, but Dad ended up taking me. I felt like the only person under the age of 60 (although this was not entirely true) and I got to see some of my family. Best of all, my old piano teacher, Mrs. Presley, from when I first started taking was there! She was absolutely great, my brother had visited her recently and she was thrilled to hear I was taking jazz from Brent! I will have to go visit her soon. Don't let me forget. Jaen's sister, Julie played the violin for the concert, accompanied by none other than Mrs. Presley's son (who is a famous local pianist in his own right). It was great fun and rather fitting for me to see these two people, who were each connected to my own musical education, (Julie through Jane, and Greg through Mrs. Presley), playing together.

I'm afraid I can't tell you as much about Evelyn. I do remember one story that Clarey (Jane's father) told us before he passed away. I only remember it vaguely so I hope I'm not too off. He had gotten a band together but he needed a band leader. He knew that band leaders played the violin and he knew Evelyn somehow (they weren't married yet) so he asked her to lead it. She refused. So he made up flyers advertising the band and listing her as the leader. She was furious! But she did it anyways. She had to. :-)

Was this an appropriate thing to post on a blog? Probably not. It's probably better suited for a private diary or something of that nature. I feel a little wrong including it here. And yet I feel like I should be telling these stories. They're important stories, they give some idea of these people who are now gone. So thanks for reading.

I Want to Be Ye Olde Piano Teacher

So whatever I end up doing or not doing with music, I know there's one thing I will be able to do. I will be able to teach piano. That will at least remain a connection to the music world even if I don't find any other vocation or hobby that does.

The music department has a really great program that allows college piano students to teach other, beginning piano students and, since I'm on a small scholarship I'm eligible. So I was really excited to sign up for it this year. I had to pay a small fee to join the WMTA but I figured it was worth it.

So after I had registered and all that Judith gave me a phone number of someone who was looking for a piano teacher. They had a 9-year-old boy and a 7-year-old girl and I was really excited to meet my first piano students. Well I set up a meeting with the father and made sure I was prepared with all my interview questions. Well, the girl decided last minute she didn't want to take piano and the boy, when I met him, wasn't so very excited about it. Plus he couldn't seem to mind his father or sit still or do anything but I decided I'd be a little leniant because he was 9 after all. So after discussing whether or not he really wanted to do this we set up a tentative time for a lesson when the father informs me that his son has Asperger's and ADHD. Now I am somewhat informed about these conditions, I know what they are, and generally I wouldn't have a problem except... I've never taught before. I felt terrible but I had to explain that I probably, as a first-year teacher, wasn't the best choice for his son. It was unfortunate and awkward and I felt terrible but I'm certain I did the right thing. After all, you don't want to set up yourself or the child for failure. You want this to be a positive experience and the combination of everything just wasn't pointing in that direction.

So I told Judith about it and she gave me another number which I called. I was slightly nervous because these kids, 11-year-old girl and 9-year-old boy, had taken piano before, but not a lot. Well when I met them I was really pleased. They were both really enthusiastic about music and excited to learn and the mother was as well. It was a really good meeting. One problem. They were also looking at taking from someone else, they just weren't sure if she had room for them in her schedule. I told them I would love to teach them but to make sure and call me and tell me if they had decided to take from me or not. I was hoping to start teaching them this week. But they never called. I'm suspecting that, since the other teacher was more established, they were able to take from her and thought she was the better choice which is probably true. But I really wish they'd call me back. And I'm afraid that this means I won't be able to teach this year and I payed the registration fee for nothing. It's getting way too late in the year to start piano lessons, even if there was anybody still looking for a teacher. Sad. I'm actually extremely disappointed about this. I would love to have as much experience teaching as possible and unfortunately I'm losing a whole year of possible experience.

To add insult to injury something else happened. Every fall outdoor rec takes 10 or so people horseback riding. It fills up really fast, so I didn't get to go last year. I used to take horseback riding, if I could, I would own a horse. So this year I was bound and determined to go horseback riding and I ran over to the HUB at 7:00am (I wasn't sure when the info desk opened) and ended up waiting for an hour while eating breakfast and reading the paper. I was the first one to sign up and really excited. Well, I come back and what do I find. There's a piano teacher's workshop that very day and I'm required to go since I'm on scholarship... I e-mailed Judith about it thinking maybe there was another one some other time or something and got a very stern reply back. No there wasn't any other time to go to it, it's really important irreplacable opportunity for teachers etc. etc. So I decided I didn't need to be a whiny 3-year-old and I could ask outdoor rec for a refund...

But I AM a whiny 3-year-old. Not only am I NOT teaching this year, I have been robbed of my one opportunity to go horseback riding in years because of a TEACHERS WORKSHOP! The irony just kills me. So I'm really not happy about that. Sorry, this is kind of a depressing post, but I'm really not happy about that.

Swingin' at Ella's

So the other day... er, month... Katrina asked me if I would like to go to the local jazz club. I had been planning on going to the ballroom dance club's dance that night, but she'd gotten an e-mail from one of the ladies in the music office saying a virtuoso jazz guitarist would be there and we could get recital credit if we went. (I don't know why I didn't get this e-mail. After all, I am a music MAJOR involved in JAZZ while Katrina is neither :-P). So I decided I'd rather drive her to Ella's (yes, she wasn't just asking me out of friendship, she also needed me for transportation) than go to the ballroom dance and stand around in hopes of running into someone I know.

It was pretty nice and luckily the food was a lot cheaper than I thought, although that's probably because we didn't get dessert. It's an over-priced place, but that's because they have live jazz which totally makes up for it. We took as much time as possible ordering and then eating in order to listen to this fabulous solo guitar music.

We were by the window, but I could see out into the side lot while Katrina couldn't. It was kind of fun to watch whoever passed by. I noticed there was some guy with a large instrument case, as though he was carrying a bass or a cello. I mentioned this to Katrina with speculative remarks about what kind of rehearsal he was coming from. Then I noticed he was coming directly towards the building until I couldn't see him anymore. Wouldn't you know it, a few minutes later he was in the same room. Well that was fun, but it doesn't end there.

He seemed to be familiar with the jazz guitarist (and I'm really embarrassed I can't remember the guitarist's name). He would clap after each song and Katrina and I felt like bad people because we hadn't been clapping, so we joined in and eventually everyone else got the idea as well. After a bit the famous guitarist asked Parking Lot Man if he would like to sit in, which he did, and there was a jazz guitar duo. Katrina and I stayed for as long as we could but finally we felt we needed to go. We made sure to thank both musicians as we left though.

So when all the combos met to decide on when and where each group was going to rehearse each week things took a surprising turn. My combos bass player was also in another group (due to our lack of bassists) and the eventual solution was to change to the one combo leader who could play bass. And who might that be? Parking Lot Man! I was really surprised and I remembered to mention to him I'd seen him at Ella's. It was pretty fun.

Where Does the Weekend Go?

We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring you this rant.

Where does the weekend go? I can't imagine actually having interesting things to do on the weekend. I don't, generally, and I STILL can't figure out why they're so short.

Friday I went to my German prof's house with several other students for some really good food. I love my German prof. She's amazing. She invited us to her house, baked us a homecooked meal of traditional German food (she's from southern Germany), introduced us to her family etc. Her family was just about the nicest family I've ever met and it was a great time talking about German culture and American culture and whatever else came up. Her husband loaned a, I'm guessing a book of Martin Luther, to one of my classmates who's a theology major. I thought that was nice. And I had a fun time making faces at her youngest girl while she made faces back. :-) Afterwards a few of us stayed and watched the Incredibles in German with English subtitles. It was pretty much amazing, as Smac would say. So that's what happened to Friday night, although if I hadn't done that I would have gone to the ballroom dance which I'm kind of sad had to be the same night. I've missed both the dances they've had so far. Ah well. It's not like I suffered.

So Saturday I slept in until noon, as is my custom. But that doesn't explain why I barely got any homework done that afternoon. The same thing happened today, although I really should have gone to Whitworth Pres and heard the Whitworth choir OR to St. Al's for another taste of chant mass and some Schubert sung by the Gonzaga choir. But instead I read Rick Steves for my Europe trip meeting this evening. After that I had dinner and practiced and went to the meeting and studied a little more and voila, it's 12:00 am on Monday... And I still have music theory and Writing for Mass Media stuff to do. Hmmmm, I'm really glad jazz combo has moved to Friday so I have time tomorrow. But I'm not sure if I'll be giving a piano lesson tomorrow or not. More on that later.

Anyhow, it just seems unfair. I mean, obviously you shouldn't be expected to study over the whole weekend! That's not the point of a weekend. And yet somehow it's either that or remain behind on your work. Blech. *le sigh*

So, my friend Laura got married

It's rather sad, I haven't seen her since the wedding. But it was a very nice wedding. I was one of her bridesmaids. Everyone made a big deal out of it because *gasp* I'd have to wear a dress. When will people realize I'm not a 12-year-old tomboy anymore and wearing dresses and make-up, while something I find to be altogether too much trouble, doesn't bother me. Too much.

Okay, so the dress was pink and floofy. Yes, floofy. And strapless. I was so scared it was going to fall off, but I was willing to wear it for my friend. And really, I wasn't even there when they picked them out, or bought the one I was going to wear. I didn't even know my dress size but I gave Laura a guesstimate over the phone. I hate buying clothing, so I preferred not to be there, but I was concerned they were going to get it too small. When it came it really fit pretty well, for the most part. It was kind of tight in a certain area. So we had this whole fiasco about how to fix it, but my Mom, who is really a pretty good seamstress no matter what she says, did just fine. I did feel like a dork in that dress though. I felt like a naked cupcake. Plus I had just about the worst acne I've ever had in my life at the time and the poor make-up people must've put 2 pounds of cover-up on my face. It's graphic, but it's true.

Laura looked absolutely gorgeous. She could've been a model for a bridal magazine. There was no one there to touch her as the saying goes.

The wedding was outside, in their back yard. This was initially done to keep expenses down, but Laura's mom later confided to me that she didn't think it had been any cheaper since they'd been working so hard to make everything look nice. But it did look nice, and it was very surreal for me to watch a close friend get married only a few feet from where we'd played as 12-year-olds not so long ago. I didn't cry. I don't generally cry at weddings, or funerals, or at anything worth crying at. I told Laura about my strange ability to cry over the stupidest things and yet my inability to cry when it's appropriate. She said that certain events are above simple tears, which made me feel like a better person. Although I've never really seen the point of crying at a wedding. It's an exciting, happy occasion. I understand that it's very emotional, but it doesn't seem to be that kind of emotion. I don't think I'll ever understand.

Laura's brother, James, was my escort or whatever you'd call it. His appearance is a little on the bohemian side. He has tattoos, a beard that Laura begged him to shave, and huge ear plugs. But he's a nice guy for the most part. Poor guy's already going bald and he's only in his early twenties. There were quite a few people there since practically everyone from the local church came. Some people had to stand in the back. And then there was the kitten.

This adorable little kitten showed up during the ceremony. It attempted to climb up the maid of honor, thoroughly distracted the flower girl and ring-bearer, and said hello to everyone else while crawling across their laps. They got it in some of the wedding pictures.

The reception was amazing. Laura hired my jazz piano prof, Brent, to play with his trio. I nearly went crazy because I thought we weren't going to get to dance to it. But we did. A guy from CYT who swing dances really well was there although he danced with the maid of honor most of the time, since she's a)gorgeous and b)a dancer. Still I got a couple in. I danced the rest with my Dad. It really was cute. I taught my parents the basic step and they did pretty well.

We were sitting and listening through one song and my Dad decided to request on of the songs he'd heard me play. Brent had asked me to sit in with the group but I didn't feel at all ready since I'd been on a combine and unable to practice. I had mentioned off-hand to my Dad that the only person who I would play for would be Laura. Well, Brent asked my Dad if I would like to play and the little rat told him that the only way I would play was if Laura asked me. So Brent immediately ran over to Laura who then ran over to me and so I was forced to play with the trio. I played 'Autumn Leaves' and it went fairly well. The trio members really liked it, which surprised me, it wasn't that great. But I am glad I did it. It was fun.

Other than that it was your typical idyllic wedding. The weather was perfect, everything went smoothly and now one of my friends is married. I think the reason it's not really weird is that I've already watched my brother get married off.

I could say a lot more really, and I'm probably leaving out things and not saying enough about other things but I need to go practice so that the next time I sit in with a jazz group I'll feel more prepared. And I should call Laura. It's awful how busy things get.

Where to Begin?

Wow, I have a lot of catching up to do. I think I'll start with college, and then once I have time, post about harvest.

It is nice being a sophomore. Being a freshman is crazy. You're adjusting to being away from home, you're adjusting to managing your own time while being surrounded by a bunch of strangers you don't know, you adjusting to sharing a room with one of those strangers, you're adjusting to college-level expectations, it's nuts. Now, as a sophomore, you've got it figured out. You've found your place, you still have a lot of time left in college so you don't have to worry too awfully much about what's coming next, I rather like it.

Oh! So I need to post about Laura's wedding! Drat. It'll have to wait. This is the problem when you get out of the habit of posting. Things pile up.

So first off, I've had a bit of a roommate fiasco. During the middle of the summer I got an email from the girl I was going to room with saying that she couldn't come back to college because of financial reasons. I think she is going to a public college this year and I hope things are going well for her but it was quite a shock. Housing let Katrina, Katie and me keep the room but they assigned a new roommate to us, so I was a little nervous. Katrina knew who she was though and everything worked out okay, but unknowns are never fun to deal with. Almost never.

As far as my room in Stewart goes, I really like it a lot more than I thought I would. It's really nice having three separate rooms, you have more space and privacy that way. It was kind of bare at first so the four of us went to the poster sale and bought some things to add some color. Along with the posters Katie brought a couch, Jenna bought a purple chair, Katrina contributed two tables and we have a small fridge, microwave, and freezer! It's exciting. Notice I haven't contributed anything yet. There's also a mirror, two hot-water heaters, and a coffee-maker. It's a pretty nice set-up. I bought the carpet for Jenna and my room, we just got it in yesterday so we're FINALLY officially settled. And Stewart is pretty nice, it's smaller than BJ and quieter for the most part. Katrina and Katie are huge broadway fans and usually Jenna and I can hear them singing songs from "Wicked" or "Les Mis" in their room. *grins* I love it. I also love borrowing from Katrina's music collection. She has SO MUCH! It's amazing. Jekyll & Hyde, the Scarlet Pimpernel, Mansound, Disney, fun stuff like that.

It's been odd not seeing the other girls from Jenkins East every day. I run into them around campus and we've set aside one day a week to eat together, plus a few of us are doing a Bible study. I really hope we can stay connected, they were such a help for me to connect to campus life.

My professors are amazing! I emailed all my professors before school started so I could get a heads up about books but my Writing for Mass Media prof, Professor Jackson, was the only one who replied. He was very nice and helpful and I was looking forward to meeting him. Well, I was one of the first ones in class (it's at 8:00... yuck) and after a bit he gets there too. He's your typical quirky professor, bald with a fringe of really messy gray hair, these huge glasses and a plaid shirt. He goes to the front of the class and addresses us with the usual "good morning etc." only, and I could not believe this, he has a British accent! It's SO cool! He grew up in South Africa apparently. I just think it's the coolest thing. Only problem is, I get distracted because I'll be listening to his accent and I won't listen to what he's saying... But it's SO COOL! I have a quirky professor with a British accent! And he's a really good professor too. He really cares about teaching and he makes it a priority to relate to the students. So if I had to have an 8 o'clock class, I guess that one's not bad. I'm kind of paying close attention to how I do in there and how I like it because I'm probably going to go for a journalism minor. Anyhow, I asked him to say the word "schedule" in one of my emails and I think I may have offended him. It's not to make fun of his accent I swear! It's just that I think it sounds so much nicer with the soft "sch." I wish I had a cool accent. Maybe I do. I'll have to ask someone when I go to Europe what they think.

My German prof is also amazing. She's from Germany and so she also has a cool accent. Once again, I have a hard time paying attention because I'm listening to her voice. So far she's brought german chocolate, gummi bears, and homemade German plum cake, and she's having us over to her house Friday for a traditional German meal. Afterwards we're watching the Incredibles in German. It's amazing.

I had auditions again this year and I'm in a jazz combo again. I have a funny story about that, remind me to post it. Unfortunately I didn't make Women's Choir although I did get called back this year. I have started student-teaching piano. More on that in a separate post. (Counts number of separate posts she has to make now...)

Hannah from CYT is in my dorm, which has been fun. We went to a Whitworth soccer game together. It was neat.

Okay so I'm running out of steam but hopefully this will give a brief overview and get me in the habit of posting again.

The Paper Is Lame

Drat, I need to find some more quotes. I've been trying to have a quote for every post but I'm in the library right now and I only have an hour until it closes. Since it's a small-town library it's only open until 4:00 on Saturdays. It's not even open every weekday. I have the schedule memorized. Tuesdays it's open until 7:00, Thursdays it's open until 6:00. Wheee. Now that you know that valuable piece of information I will also tell you that we've been getting a ton of rain lately. The fields flooded which isn't good for crop value, and a local town did as well. They were downstream from a sewage system. I'm glad I don't live there... We actually had some sun yesterday morning but that turned into evening thunderstorms. It's overcast now too. I'm really sick of gray. Don't get me wrong, I really really like clouds. They're fascinating. Especially when you're in the middle of nowhere. But variety is good.

So I haven't done much all week. I should have been terribly productive and finished the stack of reading for my Jan Term trip but I didn't. Yesterday I went on a great biking expedition (the word expedition should be used more often) behind my house. I found a place where I couldn't see any houses because I was down behind some hills. It was neat.

I'm going to a family friend's graduation party tonight. Um, yes.

Well, let's see if bashing the local paper is any more interesting than this. Basically, as the title says, our local newspaper is lamer than a lame donkey. Never mind about Iraq or Iran or Somalia, what's on our front page? 6th grade promotion. I do not lie. First of all, why does 6th grade promotion even exist? It's like in the Incredibles. They keep on coming up with new ways to celebrate mediocrity. I thought 8th grade promotion was dumb, much less this. But what can you do about overly-hyper suburban moms? It's the fact that it made the FRONT PAGE of the NEWSPAPER that makes me want to run away to, I don't know, London. I'd live in London. I mean, what a dumb story idea in the first place? That's something I'd expect to find in the little community newsletter that announces the Student of the Month or something like that. *shakes head in despair*

There was another article I was going to rant about, actually it deserved some serious consideration and thought. It was about death and prolongued suffering and it actually depressed me quite a bit but when they throw 6th grade promotion onto the front page I'm afraid I can't do anything other than laugh.

I Go To A Lot of Other Things

Well, I'm sorry I haven't updated this in a while. I'm also sorry I haven't read other people's blogs in a bit. I will come Tuesday I think, when I go to the library. So, I'll try and pick up what I left out.

I guess it would be the Friday before last that I went to CYT's production of Seussical with my Dad (yep, I'm still hanging out with my parents but what can you do?) It was a very cute show and I enjoyed it a lot. My Dad liked it so much he ordered a recording of it. I don't think I can really convey how much fun it was. I knew a lot of the cast and crew so at intermission I decided to sneak backstage (which is against the rules, but I'm a rebel *cue Mission Impossible music* B-) ) Anyhow, Clara was stage manager and she caught me and kicked me out rather quickly but she didn't catch me after the show when I went back. I know. I live on the edge. This is sarcasm by the way.

The following Sunday I went to my friend Laura's highschool graduation. She was Valedictorian of her class (yay!) of about 10 people from her rural public highschool. Makes my highschool look big. I graduated with 40 people. Oh little public schools. It seems like the smaller they are, the closer they resemble hell. That was not sarcasm. Needless to say, Laura decided to do running start and take some college classes for highschool credit. So, unfortunately that means that she's still in finals and stuff because they are on quarters. I love semesters. *hugs college* Anyhow, it had all the quirkiness of a small graduation. There was one girl, the Salutatorian, who got nearly every scholarship. There were more scholarships than there were graduates so I really felt bad for the kids who didn't get any. I think it was even weirder than my graduation, in which my principal gave the most depressing graduation speech I've ever heard. Anyhow, I know this is all terribly fascinating so I'll move on.

I guess the week following wasn't terribly eventful. On Saturday I was sleeping peacefully when my Dad woke me up and asked me if I wanted to go to Flag Day. Flag Day is my hometown's annual celebration and I'd completely forgotten about it. So I somehow managed to get out of bed and get ready on time. To kick off the festivities there is a parade that lasts all of five blocks or so. It starts with the little kids all dressed patriotically on bicycles or in animal costumes or something like that. That part is really the only reason to go at all because it's cute. The rest of the parade consists of a lot of cars, some of them actually being old and cool, and various political campaigners, and we actually had four floats this year. Plus my highschool band, which has disintegrated from 100 members strong to a handful of junior high students who can barely walk in a straight line. *coughs* The jazz band's still doing pretty well though, I'm happy to say. Well, after the parade there's a kind of fair thing but it's not much, so after getting a waffle cone we went home. Where I found my brother! He was unloading stuff in preparation for his move back to the area. It was nice to see him.

Today not much happened. My mom had some work to do which required driving out and surveying some farm fields. I came with my parents (yes, again! I'm cursed!) because they were going by, um, dang this is hard without specific place names. It's a butte, and the view is great. I don't know if it was worth 4 hours or so in the car but whatever.

I Go To A Memorial Service

Okay, so I've been holding off writing about this because I wanted to be able to give it the time and space it deserves. I don't think I'll say much actually. I will just ask you, and I really mean anyone who actually reads this, to pray for my roommate of this past year and her family because her dad died in a car accident Memorial Day weekend.

There's not much I can say about this. I found out two days after we returned from Seattle. My hallmates had been trying to contact me but apparently nobody had my home phone number so I received an email from Smoore and a facebook message from Smac. Smac told me that her and Libby were planning on driving to where Ally lives for the memorial service this last Saturday and said I was welcome to come. So I did. Let me just say that Ally and her family gave an amazing message and really gave a testament to their belief in Christ. It was very moving.

Anyhow, please pray in the coming months as Ally and her family try to cope with this loss.

I Go To A Wedding

Memorial Day weekend I went to one of those weddings I was talking about. My brother's good friend Kevin married my sister-in-law's good friend Jen and since I knew both of them I decided to tag along with my parents. Let me just say it's not very much fun tagging along with just your parents when you're 18. Don't get me wrong, I love them a lot, but I always feel like a loser when it's just mommy and daddy and me. Oh well.

Before I went to the wedding I realized I need to do some major shopping for nice clothes. I'm not one of those girls who likes shopping. It can be fun depending on what it's for but I absolutely HATE shopping for clothes. It's so hard to find things I like and then I have to go in the dressing room and look at myself in the mirror and try things on and it's just torture. I don't know why anybody likes it. But I barely have anything nice and even my dad commented that I was wearing the same stupid outfit I always wear (he didn't say stupid but...) I didn't get around to shopping beforehand but it's on my list.

You probably don't care about that though. Well, we drove to the wedding, which was far away (I hate saying specific place names on a public blog) and got to our hotel early. Our room wasn't ready so we had to wait, but I didn't really mind.

The actual wedding was nice. The reception was fun too. At first when everyone was waiting for the buffet (which was delicious) the DJ was playing some really great standards! You know, Frank Sinatra type stuff. I must admit, I'm a sucker for Frank Sinatra. Which reminds me. I found a really cool site a month or so back called Pandora. My connection at home it pretty much too slow to handle it but it's pretty sweet. You create an account and then you type in artists and songs you like and it finds music with similar qualities. It's a great way to listen to music and find new stuff. Check it out at www.pandora.com. Also, I apologize for using "they're" instead of "their" a few posts back. But I digress.

The point was that after a while they started playing music that wasn't swing, which was okay but it made me sad because I know how to swing dance and I would have liked to have done some swing dancing. It was so different from my brother's wedding because we hardly knew anyone, especially me. I felt a little stupid for coming but what else was I going to do? Sit at home in an empty house in the middle of nowhere by myself? I don't think so. I did get to taste champagne for the first time. I wasn't going to, but my sister-in-law's mom (by the way, when I say sister-in-law I mean my brother's wife. It's so hard to know what to call her. I don't mean to give the impression that I'm a weird married person who lives with her parents...) Anyhow, Jenny's mom forced in on me. I'm not sure if I liked it or not. I haven't been that exposed to alcohol to tell the truth. But it was cool to sip champagne, champaigne? I'm to lazy to look up the spelling. Then this weird guy came over. He said he was a Greek Orthodox bishop and he had the outfit and everything and he was quite the comedian. He even started up a traditional Greek dance later which was pretty sweet. And I did get my swing dance. More like Lindy Hop. The DJ played In the Mood and my brother taught me the basic step of Lindy Hop. It was fun. I was pretty sick of being a wallflower though, even watching my dad try to dance was pretty funny, so I was glad when we left.

The next day we drove up to Seattle (I pretty much can't avoid that one) and took a ferry to Vashon island, which was nice. I like salt water. Ooooh! Quote time!

The man was right who said that salt water was a cure for everything. In one of three forms, tears, sweat, or the sea.

That is from an awesome collection of short stories called Through Many Windows by an author named Arthur Gordan. Maybe they're sappy and sentimental to some, I don't know. I like them a lot though. I like how he just comes out and says things. For instance.

"Are you talking," she asked finally, "about living or loving?"
"You'll find there's not much of one without the other."

Some people would say duh to that but it makes me think... huh. Wow that sounded lame. Where was I? Oh, yes, Seattle. We had a terrible time finding Vashon island. It was awful. And I almost got hit by a double-decker semi-thingummy. That was not cool. Anyhow, we had a good time in the end and got back late.