Not a whole lot to report, really. Life is very busy, but with little sense of purpose at the moment. Every other minute I switch between, "Of course I want to be a singer," and "What am I doing?? I don't really want to be a singer." I really haven't mastered the task of budgeting my time between AVA (which sucks all the work it can out of any ( Read more... )

Somebody stole my bike seat. It's replaceable, and I guess at least it's not the whole bike, but still, not something I needed right now. For the day, and until I have a new bike seat, I hate this idiot city full of stupid thieves

I just got back from a voice lesson, and a lovely bike ride there and back (Kelly Drive at 10am is one of the greatest things on the planet). Learned something really interesting and weird about the physics of vocal production. When everything is going right technically, it sounds and feels very very very very teeny tiny inside my head. Like ( Read more... )

I ended up getting back into Choral Arts Society (most bizarre audition ever, but I'll save that for a later date), and we are singing a 40-voice motet. Not 40 people in the choir, 40 different parts. I think I'm glad I didn't get into Mendelssohn Club. Who really wants to sing Carmina Burana and Elijah, when you can sing Tallis? Oh! and the ( Read more... )

You my ray of sunshine! You my milk of magnesium!

Obviously, it would be a bad idea to stop and give pointers to the nasty man cat-calling me during an unanticipated traipse through South Philly, but really, how does one take being compared to sunshine and...a laxative?

I found a new apartment, and it's much much better than the one I was going to be moving into before. No holes in the roof, a real lease, an absolutely adorable neighborhood, and it's 4 blocks from work! You will all have to come for dinner ...but separately...maybe 2 at a time, it's teeeeeny ( Read more... )

So, I arrived at my new place on Saturday, brothers and and all my stuff in tow, to discover that there is a major leak in the roof directly over what would have been my bedroom. Major as in the carpet is soaked, the room reeks of mold, and the water was already starting to damage the ceiling on the level below. That and the piles of garbage/ ( Read more... )

I have rented a U-Haul. I am actually moving!

God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,
from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed.
As roses, up from the ground.
Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled.
It hides within these,
till one day it cracks them open. --Rumi ( Read more... )

THIS is ridiculous and horrible on so many levels. I had my violin with me in Utah at my family reunion, and was terrified the whole trip back that some overzealous airline employee would insist that I gate-check it. I remember one of my friends on his way to Interlochen having to watch someone toss his FRAGILE-sticker-bedecked cello into the cargo ( Read more... )