It was decided on Saturday morning that Kevin and I would go camping. We had been thinking of it, planning it, and almost doing it all summer, but it wasn't until Saturday morning that we called a friend who could drive us up 10 miles or so to the trail head- the friend who said "be there in ten minutes"-- giving us ten minutes to pack. In went the ( Read more... )

in the living room of my condo (which I share with a small Australian man) are made almost entirely of windows looking out over a valley, where mountains rise up on the other side. It is dark and storming. The lightening is so bright it lights the room, and the pounding rain is deafening. Today is my birthday. But what is that? Just another day. I ( Read more... )

Well, that's it folks. I actually survived what was definitely the most stressful performance experience of my life. I was 3rd of four people to play and spent what felt like hours sitting on a folding chair backstage, wide-eyed, watching two screens-- one of the stage and the other of the audience, biting my fingernails as a Russian graduate ( Read more... )

To some of you I have complained that my summer is not nearly as productive as it should be. For God's sake, I am at ASPEN!!! My teacher is just okay, I decided against taking classes, I was too lazy to learn the audition piece for the chamber music program, I have spent way to much time with a boy and not enough with the piano. But if there are ( Read more... )

And soon, much too soon, I would find myself on a plane again, carrying me to the next life. And I would return to the land where milk is sold by the gallon, where the z's and y's are mixed up on the keyboard, where there are no Würstelstands around the corner. It is funny, how a life grows on you when you live it long enough. It is funny that my ( Read more... )

Had an eight page paper due this morning (auf deutsch) -still haven't written a word of it ( Read more... )

I am beginning to think that there is no spring in Vienna. It is just winter, winter, winter and then maybe one day it will be summer-- but I don't think I will be here to see that day ( Read more... )

Mr Stofsky: "the scholarship is yours ( Read more... )

Throughout this semester, I have stayed hidden from winter in my practice room on the third fĺoor. I like it up there. It has a decent piano (the only decent piano) in a bright, large room. I have pretty much taken over the room and no one (except my teacher) bothers me there. I live there and love it ( Read more... )

I hate traveling. Really. It sucks. Thursday night I did not sleep for a minute because I was taking care of things-- things like packing and applying to Oberlin and Aspen. The next morning I rode with my Dad and his new girlfriend to Chicago-- a good seven hour drive. (we stopped by Lawrence to pick up Candice on the way, I thought of all of you, ( Read more... )