Well, folks, I've got good news and bad news.
Good news: My readership has doubled. (1 x 2 = 2)
Bad news: I don't have a whole lot to say.
Good news: The passive periphrastic (a fascinating Latin construction) isn't giving me too much trouble.
Bad news: That was my one piece of interesting news.
Good news: I thought of something else.
Bad news: Shoot ... what was it?
...
Good news: Okay okay, I remembered. This weekend has been amazing. We had another "Three Cups of Tea" meeting on Friday night, complete with homemade Pakistani food (chapattis, basmati rice, dal, fruit soup, yoghurt sauce, and chopped vegetables) and cinnamon rolls (I must confess that I ate two before it was time to leave for Vespers). Then the orchestra played for church on Sabbath morning, and, as my stand partner would say, I think we faked it better than usual. (Plus, we swapped bows.) Then I was invited to her almost-grandma's house for lunch, where we ate casserole, did a puzzle, walked around the neighbourhood, saw the new puppy, and left in time for supper and Young Artists' Night. (One of the featured pieces was "Arm, Arm, Ye Brave," an aria from Handel's Judas Maccabeus. It's a peaceful little song, with just one baritone and one pianist. I was especially struck by the irony of such a peaceful medium describing such a horrific situation.) Today I'll be heading to a senior piano recital and the next Malawi Project fundraiser (contra dancing, chili & cheesecake cook-off, and silent auction). I planned on donating something for the silent auction, but the date snuck up on me, so here I am, donation-less but for the $6 in hosting money that I put in the collection jar last night. Oh yes, and I'll also be studying. I only have one paper due this week (!!!!), and that collection project for Honours College Writing I looks like it's going to be a lot of fun.
Anyhow, I'd best let you get back to your studying or room-cleaning or staple-shooting or whatever you're doing, but happy Sunday and merry pre-Dead Week!
L'chaim,
~`Cello Girl
01 March 2009
26 November 2008
So busy ... doing absolutely nothing
Last Friday, I packed my backpack and a cardboard box full of virtuous things like my Latin textbook, my organ music, and a pair of woollen socks. I'd marked the next week's readings in my SEAL (Survey of English & American Lit) textbook, stapled and torn out the next section of Latin homework, and utterly forgotten how much work I usually do during vacations.
Would you like to guess how much of that I've worked on?
Yep. Absolutely none. To justify my actions, I'd like to explain that I've been very busy trying to win at two-suit spider solitaire, shopping for school clothes, and experimenting with the settings on the keyboard my mum's borrowed to use for this year's Messiah.
Organ practise so far this week: 0 hours.
But that's okay, because I'm only fifteen minutes behind where I should be right now. Technically speaking, I don't have to do the weekly 5 hours during Thanksgiving Break, since the quarter is ten weeks long and I only have to practise 45 hours per quarter to receive a maximum grade of A.
Right now it's rather chilly - and not dry and chilly like it is at college; no, it's extremely damp here. I have realised how fortunate I am at school: my box of cornflakes has been open to the elements for several weeks now, and they're still not stale. Here, a box of anything open to the elements goes stale in a matter of seconds, but I digress. I miss my little dorm room with the broken heater, cold lino floor, and scenic view of the interior of a pine tree. I miss seeing my friends on the way to class, practising a real organ in a really acoustically beautiful place, having to decide what I want for supper, and having a nice warm study room in which to work, but now I really digress, otherwise I'm going to start dripping saline on the keyboard.
Have a happy Thanksgiving, all you nonexistent readers.
L'chaim,
~`Cello Girl
Would you like to guess how much of that I've worked on?
Yep. Absolutely none. To justify my actions, I'd like to explain that I've been very busy trying to win at two-suit spider solitaire, shopping for school clothes, and experimenting with the settings on the keyboard my mum's borrowed to use for this year's Messiah.
Organ practise so far this week: 0 hours.
But that's okay, because I'm only fifteen minutes behind where I should be right now. Technically speaking, I don't have to do the weekly 5 hours during Thanksgiving Break, since the quarter is ten weeks long and I only have to practise 45 hours per quarter to receive a maximum grade of A.
Right now it's rather chilly - and not dry and chilly like it is at college; no, it's extremely damp here. I have realised how fortunate I am at school: my box of cornflakes has been open to the elements for several weeks now, and they're still not stale. Here, a box of anything open to the elements goes stale in a matter of seconds, but I digress. I miss my little dorm room with the broken heater, cold lino floor, and scenic view of the interior of a pine tree. I miss seeing my friends on the way to class, practising a real organ in a really acoustically beautiful place, having to decide what I want for supper, and having a nice warm study room in which to work, but now I really digress, otherwise I'm going to start dripping saline on the keyboard.
Have a happy Thanksgiving, all you nonexistent readers.
L'chaim,
~`Cello Girl
09 November 2008
Crazy Times
At my other home (you know, the one that isn't college), I can't help feeling like I'm known as a socially dull person. My social life consisted of school- and church-sponsored events; oftentimes, I was perfectly happy to spend Saturday nights reading or taking a bubble bath.
Then I came to college and everything changed.
First of all, it makes a huge difference to have all of my resources within walking distance (well, except Starbucks). Secondly, in a community of two thousand students and professors, there are so many diverse interests that events run rampant. Just last Thursday, I had to choose between Orchestra practise and a symposium on forgiveness. I'm forever skipping English Club events because they conflict with other events - the Guy Fawkes event was my first, in fact. And next Saturday night, I'm going to have to choose a presentation by two professional Shakespearean actors over another night of contra-dancing. (Sigh.)
Yesterday was seriously cool. I went to Sabbath School in the guys' dorm, then caught the second service at the church. Then I had lunch in the caf with some friends, and we ended up going hiking and (gasp) following a small trail that is probably not officially endorsed. After sundown, we broke out the pizzas, raspberry bars, and hot apple cider, and set up camp in the girls' dorm parlour, where we watched chick flicks until nearly one in the morning.
On a side note, this evening, I thought I'd bake some cookies for my friends, so I took my little package of refrigerated cookie dough and went to the hall kitchen, and there was my friend H, making handmade tortillas, beans, and fried plátanos. Never being one to turn down chocolate, I went ahead and baked the cookies, feeling rather simplistic for not making the dough by hand.
H and I also made a lemon-meringue pie on Friday afternoon. It varied a little from the recipe, since we used a blend of white and brown sugar and I am not the most attentive of cooks. If I'm cooking with friends, I sometimes concentrate more on talking than on cooking. On this occasion, I was in charge of the pie crust, so it ended up a wee bit overworked. Also we couldn't find a pie tin, so we used a cake pan. We ended up calling it "scrambled egg pie", although H's lemon filling turned out very well. I have half a mind to make it again, using pomegranate juice instead of lemon juice and chocolate meringue in place of regular, but we'll see what happens.
L'chaim,
~`Cello Girl
Then I came to college and everything changed.
First of all, it makes a huge difference to have all of my resources within walking distance (well, except Starbucks). Secondly, in a community of two thousand students and professors, there are so many diverse interests that events run rampant. Just last Thursday, I had to choose between Orchestra practise and a symposium on forgiveness. I'm forever skipping English Club events because they conflict with other events - the Guy Fawkes event was my first, in fact. And next Saturday night, I'm going to have to choose a presentation by two professional Shakespearean actors over another night of contra-dancing. (Sigh.)
Yesterday was seriously cool. I went to Sabbath School in the guys' dorm, then caught the second service at the church. Then I had lunch in the caf with some friends, and we ended up going hiking and (gasp) following a small trail that is probably not officially endorsed. After sundown, we broke out the pizzas, raspberry bars, and hot apple cider, and set up camp in the girls' dorm parlour, where we watched chick flicks until nearly one in the morning.
On a side note, this evening, I thought I'd bake some cookies for my friends, so I took my little package of refrigerated cookie dough and went to the hall kitchen, and there was my friend H, making handmade tortillas, beans, and fried plátanos. Never being one to turn down chocolate, I went ahead and baked the cookies, feeling rather simplistic for not making the dough by hand.
H and I also made a lemon-meringue pie on Friday afternoon. It varied a little from the recipe, since we used a blend of white and brown sugar and I am not the most attentive of cooks. If I'm cooking with friends, I sometimes concentrate more on talking than on cooking. On this occasion, I was in charge of the pie crust, so it ended up a wee bit overworked. Also we couldn't find a pie tin, so we used a cake pan. We ended up calling it "scrambled egg pie", although H's lemon filling turned out very well. I have half a mind to make it again, using pomegranate juice instead of lemon juice and chocolate meringue in place of regular, but we'll see what happens.
L'chaim,
~`Cello Girl
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