They do that?! REALLY?! Oh God. Must try. Now. NOW.
I’ve pinpointed that I feel a little bit the way I felt that month or so after I had mono. I.e., completely out of it and incapable of sitting with a cello for more than 30 minutes at a time without wanting to fall over.
This has been going on for a couple days now, minus Sunday, the day after I procured something like 11 hours of sleep.
I’ve heard that mono can relapse.
Anybody else for a hypochondriac wig-out party?! LEMME KNOW!
I’m killing time.
Also, some guy behind me (I’m in the computer lab) just said “I can’t help but laugh every time I see ‘stimulus package’.”
And I, in turn, laughed.
Carry on. Wish me fast, painless death by keyboard audit, please.
…That follows a night in which hours of total sleep came out to be about an hour.
And I know for a certain portion of the day I will be slap-happy and fun. But that always fades, to a point where I really just can’t deal with things in a normal, human-being sort of way.
And so I turn into the Hulk, with a less green complexion.
listening to: luminous orange – december sail
How’s it going, world? I can’t stop listening to Luminous Orange.
In one of my classes, Classical Music in a Pop Music Age, we’ve been assigned to give a brief presentation on a work of music and why we love it, but in a way that is accessible to the brains of non-musicians.
I know this is my sort of thing. I know this is exactly the stuff I like to preach at people. “If you present information on a work with musician jargon, nobody’s going to give a crap.”
Clearly, I should have been taking my own advice more seriously a long time ago, because this assignment is SO. HARD.
Really. People who are choosing to study music have to think so much about specific musically academic elements and the history of a piece. I don’t think people talk about how to talk to an audience about music in a way they can relate to, or a way that is not over their heads.
I think it’s more of a writing thing. More of an imaginative thing. I think for this assignment, I’m going to have to get my creative-writing mojo working.
That said, this presentation of my public radio Hero, Ira Glass, talking about journalism and the elements of a good story made my year (also, I love the part where the recorder freezes up and Ira talks at it). I know, I know, and musicians are here to make music, not necessarily to write well. But there are elements of good journalism and story-telling that I think would benefit performers immensely. I mean, hey, I had to choose between good writing skills and good music-making skills, I’d almost ALMOST choose the former. Words have the power to ensnare. And they’re free for everyone to use. If all musicians could learn to use them well, selling ourselves to an audience, advertisement AND performance-wise would be easier.
That said, I’ve chosen to talk about Vaughan Williams’ first string quartet, which I love. I’m going to talk about how when I close my eyes and listen to music, I see landscapes and stories, almost full-length feature movies in my head. This has been going on since I was a fairly young kid, and has allowed me to enjoy things like Mahler symphonies since a young age. It’s also a very different way of talking about music, which is what I’m going for. Might as well wipe the slate clean and go with a different approach, altogether.
Oh…boy…Ethiopian food, as it turns out, is awesome. When not eaten in copious, impossible amounts, as I may have just eaten it.
Seriously. The squishy, brainy bread. I think you eat it and go “aha! it’s nothing!” and then it absorbs things in your stomach and just…bad.
But SO GOOD.
It seems like no matter what I do in life, no matter how hard I try, how many people I meet and experiences I have…I just don’t enjoy Brie.
I’m sorry. Really. I’ve tried. But it’s gross. It tastes like plastic.
I just can’t.
Go see Slumdog Millionaire. Do it. You know you want to.
Really. It was so good. So. Good. I’m not even going to try to describe how much I enjoyed it. It would ruin it for you. And me.
I think I might love Danny Boyle. Just a little. The manner in which he films is very non-pretentious and real. But still very action-filled. And artistic! And can you say: best sound-track ever?? And I really enjoyed experiencing all of that in a non-horror capacity.
Um, and can we talk about that for a sec? Because I really loved 28 Days Later. And it was creepy, yes. But I didn’t lose my mind or anything. The idea of zombies, while disturbing, I can deal with, and even find to be kind of cool. I did spend a good month of 2006 watching pretty much ever zombie film that came out, after all.
But Sunshine? Was just upsetting. Really upsetting. Upsetting in the Talia-has-nightmares kind of way, which is pretty atypical for me. I have a tolerance for horror-films and gore that is maybe not typical in females my age, or females in general from what I have noted. And I liked the movie and thought the effects were spectacular and the cinematography splendid. But I guess the idea of Outer Space being unknown and vast and impossible leaves a lot of leeway for…upsetting ways to die. Also, sun-demon things.
And yet I still enjoy Star Trek: TNG. Go figure.
Yes. Regardless. Go see Slumdog Millionaire!!
…combined three things that I love. Er, people, rather:
JOHN HODGMAN! Yeah!
I thought it was pretty great. It’s been a good five years since reading the book, and my brain likes to forget things from more than about a month ago, so I might want to review that.
I thought the voice-acting was slick. I mean, for one thing, JOHN HODGMAN! Yes. The Father/Other Father was awesome. And while Terry Hatcher maybe looks funny IRL, I loved her voice as the Mother/Other Mother. So schizophrenic. And Keith David as that cat! As for Coraline’s voice, eh. Dakota Fanning is annoying, but I didn’t have to look at her. A plus. Then again, however expressive she may be in her speaking, I feel like there’s this thorough and declamatory manner of delivering speech which was missing. And yeah. Coraline is young and a spaz, yadda yadda, but I almost felt that her speech was too active and fast-paced for the style of animation, which is a little more clunky and rustic than something one would see in a Pixar film. Maybe that’s a weird thing to say, when there’s still a lot of speed and action to the film. But maybe I’m just saying…her manner of speech did not quite fit in.
But it worked! It did. Really. And so I’m done complaining about that.
BTW, John Hodgman is the man. In case you don’t recall, he’s the PC in those Get a Mac commercials. But he also writes about Hobos and makes up humorous facts, and gets up and tells stories in public, like this one:
I have a crush on
eeeevery boy Alton Brown.
And now I want to make some kind of galette.