I had a music history test on Wednesday. I sat in the Union Starbucks for 6 hours each night before, reading and digesting outline after outline of information I failed to embrace during the last 3 weeks. I'm sorry, but to really expect to do that much reading CONSISTENTLY? No. I almost prefer not having a life for 3 consecutive days rather than not have a little bit of life every day.
Anyway, all in all, the test was not the death of me. Au contraire, I have undergone a significant, if not temporary, change in character from this recent wave of studiousness. Under the pressure of getting 3 weeks of the development of musical notation and gregorian chant in my brain, I seemed to have been subconsciously inspired by the way I just got shit done.
After the test yesterday, I came home, well... I mean first I slept and went out for Mexican, but THEN I came home and finally got all the clothes and shit off my floor and in my closet. Granted my closet walls are bustling and I'm out of hangers, but you can see my floor.
Today I came home, finally scrubbed out the nasty ass garbage can, outside, in the rain, and then proceeded to clean the whole kitchen. Managed to do a few dishes as well, and then I MADE DINNER. God I feel like a convert or something. Now if only I could apply this new mentality to physical exercise and oh I don't now everything else I wish I did for myself. HA that's funny.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Feet is an acquired taste
It's always been a recurring ambition of mine to host a cooking show. Having been raised on the food network- sara moulten, emeril, rachel ray, guy fieri... my nannies - anyway- the whole premise just sort of feels like one of those perfect jobs you can't quite place. It has always seemed to me the ultimate culmination of my interests. I'm a performer. check. I have an unhealthy preoccupation with food. check. I love kitchens. check. I could also enjoy polishing a marketable image to win over the hearts and bellies of couch potatoes everywhere who will buy my cookbooks not for the recipes but the unique cover art and awesome food photography. check.
Ina Garten lives the life, man. She walks around barefoot in her pristine kitchen, inviting over her publisher, photographer, designer, and musician friends, makes this awesome food which I'm sure she doesn't have to clean up after all is said and done. She's a contessa. Then on top of it all she has this beautiful property and money pouring in through every crevice.
I waaant.
The only obstacles interfering with my TV chef aspirations are:
A. My lack of culinary skills/ experience.
B. My foot-in-mouth disease.
A can be solved over time I believe. I'm pretty sure Julia Child didn't start her cooking career until later in life. I'm still young (technically), and unlike the violin or the piano, there may still be hope for a young adult such as myself to achieve some level of mastery in the kitchen.
B, well, I don't know if that can be solved. I consider myself lucky on the off chance my rambles carry an air of coherence, but otherwise, I can recall many incidences that left me kicking myself weeks, even months afterward. There are some childhood memories of word vomit that have only recently buried themselves past my reach, and I am grateful for that. If I had to be recorded, especially while engaging in an activity that to some matters more than the banter, I'm afraid the added ingredient of my tongue might spoil any meal and/or episode.
On the other hand, that could be my gimmick. Just be too cute for anyone to care. Awww, John just went on a 5 minute stint about body odor, isn't that precious? What did he make? Oh, a grilled cheese? Well, I bet it's great.
Ina Garten lives the life, man. She walks around barefoot in her pristine kitchen, inviting over her publisher, photographer, designer, and musician friends, makes this awesome food which I'm sure she doesn't have to clean up after all is said and done. She's a contessa. Then on top of it all she has this beautiful property and money pouring in through every crevice.
I waaant.
The only obstacles interfering with my TV chef aspirations are:
A. My lack of culinary skills/ experience.
B. My foot-in-mouth disease.
A can be solved over time I believe. I'm pretty sure Julia Child didn't start her cooking career until later in life. I'm still young (technically), and unlike the violin or the piano, there may still be hope for a young adult such as myself to achieve some level of mastery in the kitchen.
B, well, I don't know if that can be solved. I consider myself lucky on the off chance my rambles carry an air of coherence, but otherwise, I can recall many incidences that left me kicking myself weeks, even months afterward. There are some childhood memories of word vomit that have only recently buried themselves past my reach, and I am grateful for that. If I had to be recorded, especially while engaging in an activity that to some matters more than the banter, I'm afraid the added ingredient of my tongue might spoil any meal and/or episode.
On the other hand, that could be my gimmick. Just be too cute for anyone to care. Awww, John just went on a 5 minute stint about body odor, isn't that precious? What did he make? Oh, a grilled cheese? Well, I bet it's great.
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Light in My Piazza
It's heeeeere. Well almost.
I'll be performing on July 31 and August 8 (opening and closing), so get your tickets as soon as possible. Opening and closing nights are probably more likely to sell pretty quickly.
Look how awkward I am! It's pretty awesome. This show has been a dream come true so far, and and the school is really hamming it up for this production. The scenic design is incredible. The whole MAC stage will be set on a turntable, which will be used during scene changes and some scenes. This show has to be one of my absolute favorite works of art. The messages, the music, the characters- the show is so layered and the work comes together as a means of conveying this rich, insightful impression rather than just presenting a story with music. Really sinking my teeth into the music has only made it that much more of an all-encompassing obsession. I can only hope to do it justice.
More soon! Check out the links for all the Piazza info you can probably ever need or want.
Rehearsal Photos
Most recent article about IU's production (including a picture of yours truly)
Monday, July 13, 2009
Loss for words
I apparently have nothing interesting to say. God when I grow up, what will my descendants think when they stumble upon this page in the archaic corners of the internet... which brings me to wonder what will happen to it by then. I shudder to think we'll advance to a level that will render all of this too obsolete to maintain anymore- what will happen to my old xanga page that contains all of my unenlightened high school ramblings?? I'd hate to see those go up in a puff of progressive smoke.
Anyway, as I said before. I got nothing.
Anyway, as I said before. I got nothing.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Family Wedding
A string of images for my own memory
blasting the heat in the mid-90s, sweat, construction, carhopping, Maxine's, rehearsal dinner, another two-hearted, thanks, vinyl bracelet, pot roast, "who the hell is that?", lakehouseness, "If you don't love yourself, and don't believe in yourself, then you're fucked."- grandma, midnight love story, chair design, uncle terry's oatmeal chocolate chip cookies aka sin, lavender, adventures in ironing, practice, prairie chic, musak: "Sweet Jane, her comes your man with this old book of love" waterworks, which brings me to whiskey, PBR, 312, champagne, wine, (yes all of which I consumed within 45 minutes), toasts, demanding, e-mail, skatepark, champagne, dinner, pork, couscous, 2nd, 3rd, maybe 4th helping?, heat, liquor, dancing, lots of dance, general grog, spills, jimmy, pantless, peestain, "Jimmy you don't have to change in the middle of the room."-"what the hell it's not like I'm dancing for some gypsy band..." hotel, cops, asian, lake, knocked out, brunch, dip!, more beer, more food, sun, hot, sand, food, fat, home, Happy Father's Day!
blasting the heat in the mid-90s, sweat, construction, carhopping, Maxine's, rehearsal dinner, another two-hearted, thanks, vinyl bracelet, pot roast, "who the hell is that?", lakehouseness, "If you don't love yourself, and don't believe in yourself, then you're fucked."- grandma, midnight love story, chair design, uncle terry's oatmeal chocolate chip cookies aka sin, lavender, adventures in ironing, practice, prairie chic, musak: "Sweet Jane, her comes your man with this old book of love" waterworks, which brings me to whiskey, PBR, 312, champagne, wine, (yes all of which I consumed within 45 minutes), toasts, demanding, e-mail, skatepark, champagne, dinner, pork, couscous, 2nd, 3rd, maybe 4th helping?, heat, liquor, dancing, lots of dance, general grog, spills, jimmy, pantless, peestain, "Jimmy you don't have to change in the middle of the room."-"what the hell it's not like I'm dancing for some gypsy band..." hotel, cops, asian, lake, knocked out, brunch, dip!, more beer, more food, sun, hot, sand, food, fat, home, Happy Father's Day!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Revamp welcome
I really need to figure this thing out...
I had an epiphany today. I never really feel I am accomplishing anything in my life at any moment. Wait, I knew this already. But, seriously, I flounder around and expect things to fall into place for me, never really knowing what creative thing I really want to invest my time in. The only things upon which I maintain keen, consistent focus are my meals. My life revolves around them. Free time= time I could be using to eat something yummy. I'm considering launching an investigation of my intake in hopes of demonstrating some sort of meaning to this obsession, or in any case, revealing myself through these choices. However much satisfaction I find in this will probably most likely not be directly proportional to that which you find.
Things I ate today:
Kroger's attempt at Honey Nut Cheerios.
Kroger water + Crystal Light Raspberry packet. Stained my fingers red.
Iced Starbucks green tea. Cheap and luscious.
Village Deli- Fajita Pita con salsa and homemade potato salad with a house salad on the side, honey mustard dressing. One of the highlights of my day. I haven't focused so hard on a meal in a long time.
Laughing Cow light swiss cheese triangle. ADDICTION
Sugar snap peas. also an addiction, though excusable for health reasons.
Cafe Django- Curry Puffs and the Django Curry- wtf where has this place been hiding, and who knew I liked curry? Ate portion that could feed van of illegal aliens.
Grande iced coffee from starbucks.
More laughing cow cheese. I mean, it's already getting old now really...
glass of vino... Arrogant Frog, Lily Pad Red. Not my favorite, but it's wine.
This was mildly thrilling and satisfying.
Currently on the want shelf:
an English minor, Birkenstocks, cooler clothes, to read my wine book, more time to study for Piazza
I had an epiphany today. I never really feel I am accomplishing anything in my life at any moment. Wait, I knew this already. But, seriously, I flounder around and expect things to fall into place for me, never really knowing what creative thing I really want to invest my time in. The only things upon which I maintain keen, consistent focus are my meals. My life revolves around them. Free time= time I could be using to eat something yummy. I'm considering launching an investigation of my intake in hopes of demonstrating some sort of meaning to this obsession, or in any case, revealing myself through these choices. However much satisfaction I find in this will probably most likely not be directly proportional to that which you find.
Things I ate today:
Kroger's attempt at Honey Nut Cheerios.
Kroger water + Crystal Light Raspberry packet. Stained my fingers red.
Iced Starbucks green tea. Cheap and luscious.
Village Deli- Fajita Pita con salsa and homemade potato salad with a house salad on the side, honey mustard dressing. One of the highlights of my day. I haven't focused so hard on a meal in a long time.
Laughing Cow light swiss cheese triangle. ADDICTION
Sugar snap peas. also an addiction, though excusable for health reasons.
Cafe Django- Curry Puffs and the Django Curry- wtf where has this place been hiding, and who knew I liked curry? Ate portion that could feed van of illegal aliens.
Grande iced coffee from starbucks.
More laughing cow cheese. I mean, it's already getting old now really...
glass of vino... Arrogant Frog, Lily Pad Red. Not my favorite, but it's wine.
This was mildly thrilling and satisfying.
Currently on the want shelf:
an English minor, Birkenstocks, cooler clothes, to read my wine book, more time to study for Piazza
Monday, April 20, 2009
Whatever
Sorry. The format is obviously not keeping me updating as frequently as I would have liked, so I'll use it as an admirable default to what will now just be a blog of no particular category. Because I mainly wanted to jot down my dream last night... no theme here.
I was at an audition for a paying company's season for next year, and I had to have both a song and a monologue. I had neither of these things for some reason, and as I was digging frantically through my bag for something to sing or say, they called my name.
I went up and just started singing random lyrics that came to my head, and somehow there was an a cappella choral accompaniment. But seriously, this music was... RIDICULOUS. Incredible. I couldn't believe I was creating it on the spot. Everything I thought to do was amazing. I was so moved by the music I was making.
As for the monologue, I spoke the lyrics to some other song... and the dream sort of trailed off from there. But that music had me floored. I woke up and couldn't replicate it if I tried. Maybe one day...
Edit: I've discovered what a harmonizer is and I want one because I think that is what was playing in my dream. I guess it's a little less romantic to think a machine created the music rather than inspired spectral muses, but whatever.
I was at an audition for a paying company's season for next year, and I had to have both a song and a monologue. I had neither of these things for some reason, and as I was digging frantically through my bag for something to sing or say, they called my name.
I went up and just started singing random lyrics that came to my head, and somehow there was an a cappella choral accompaniment. But seriously, this music was... RIDICULOUS. Incredible. I couldn't believe I was creating it on the spot. Everything I thought to do was amazing. I was so moved by the music I was making.
As for the monologue, I spoke the lyrics to some other song... and the dream sort of trailed off from there. But that music had me floored. I woke up and couldn't replicate it if I tried. Maybe one day...
Edit: I've discovered what a harmonizer is and I want one because I think that is what was playing in my dream. I guess it's a little less romantic to think a machine created the music rather than inspired spectral muses, but whatever.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Things I want, Episode I
Hello there nobody.
I figure once I prove to myself I can actually keep up with this thing, then I'll start promoting it among friends or elsewhere, but until then, I just need to write in it.
Sooo, yeah today is Friday, technically food day, but not having time to post a "Things I Want" post yesterday, I figured in the spirit of the theme, I'd post it today anyway. Because I want to.
So there's Thing #1- To do what I want, when I want, where, etc. Second order of business.
*Disclaimer: These are in no particular order. Or maybe some subconscious, psychological order that will reveal itself through time, so if you feel so inclined, you can untangle that web. Knock yourself out.
#2 A Dartboard
Not just any dartboard. A classy, traditional dartboard, you know with the wooden doors, squishy fuzz and the real, lethal darts. Like the ones they have at most bars in Bloomington. None of that plastic, bendy bullshit. I'll play that, but I find it much more satisfying to pull a dart out of that squishy stuff than to struggle for 5 minutes with the little plastic knobby target, breaking off plastic tips all over
the place. I'd be okay losing with real darts and keeping score on a badass chalkboard. This way, every game is different, imperfect, and after a pitcher or two of beer, more interesting. I have the perfect place for this dartboard in my basement. Problem with this is, my basement sees zero to no action, and I wonder if the dartboard would reach its potential... But that's not what this is about. How many of the things we want actually get used when we finally get them? Not many. But in conclusion, darts are sweet.
Ok so I'm done for today. Sorry if I wrote about everything I wanted, I'd have quite an encyclopedia. Don't have time for that shit.
Ciao!
I figure once I prove to myself I can actually keep up with this thing, then I'll start promoting it among friends or elsewhere, but until then, I just need to write in it.
Sooo, yeah today is Friday, technically food day, but not having time to post a "Things I Want" post yesterday, I figured in the spirit of the theme, I'd post it today anyway. Because I want to.
So there's Thing #1- To do what I want, when I want, where, etc. Second order of business.
*Disclaimer: These are in no particular order. Or maybe some subconscious, psychological order that will reveal itself through time, so if you feel so inclined, you can untangle that web. Knock yourself out.
#2 A Dartboard
Not just any dartboard. A classy, traditional dartboard, you know with the wooden doors, squishy fuzz and the real, lethal darts. Like the ones they have at most bars in Bloomington. None of that plastic, bendy bullshit. I'll play that, but I find it much more satisfying to pull a dart out of that squishy stuff than to struggle for 5 minutes with the little plastic knobby target, breaking off plastic tips all over
the place. I'd be okay losing with real darts and keeping score on a badass chalkboard. This way, every game is different, imperfect, and after a pitcher or two of beer, more interesting. I have the perfect place for this dartboard in my basement. Problem with this is, my basement sees zero to no action, and I wonder if the dartboard would reach its potential... But that's not what this is about. How many of the things we want actually get used when we finally get them? Not many. But in conclusion, darts are sweet.Ok so I'm done for today. Sorry if I wrote about everything I wanted, I'd have quite an encyclopedia. Don't have time for that shit.
Ciao!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Folk me, baby, one more time.
Pandora.com
Aaand I basically might as well have failed all of my classes by now because of it.
Although the lilting transcendent folk eminating from my Fleet Foxes radio station has been quite the loyal friend for the past few months- to accompany my seasonal depression and quarter-life crises- I figured it was about time to create a new station.
*Now, not having blogged much up until this point, it must be known that I have a nasty habit of scouring the iTunes music store for hours on end, clicking away at the genius suggestions, "people also bought" columns and spotlight playlists until I find I've created a substantial "wish list" playlist that ends up containing 30 or so music samples I'll most likely never buy. However, I get excited by the prospect of things, dragging classes, clothing, books, music, or art to aptly named "carts", digital containers of which I have accumulated an unhealthy amount over all too many websites.
But I digress... It must have been one of my wishlists, WL5_09 or something like that, that I stored away this gem of a artist. Lucy Wainwrigh
t Roche has this haunting quality to her voice that tugged at my eardrums right from the 30-second sample. Her song, "Bridge" floats around this catchy/ pleasant/ dreamy/ folky chorus that, against the meloncholy of the lyrics stabs me with the masochistic pleasure of lost love. Her Pandora station has welcomed in some equally folksy, innocent, "kumbaya"-esque artists that I can't seem to shake an affinity for. Not to mention she's a half-sibling of music GOD Rufus Wainwright, for whom she's also sung backup vocals, so she was in my favor before I even knew her name.
This might be a sufficient length for a post. Until then my imaginary followers, I bid you adieu.
Aaand I basically might as well have failed all of my classes by now because of it.
Although the lilting transcendent folk eminating from my Fleet Foxes radio station has been quite the loyal friend for the past few months- to accompany my seasonal depression and quarter-life crises- I figured it was about time to create a new station.
*Now, not having blogged much up until this point, it must be known that I have a nasty habit of scouring the iTunes music store for hours on end, clicking away at the genius suggestions, "people also bought" columns and spotlight playlists until I find I've created a substantial "wish list" playlist that ends up containing 30 or so music samples I'll most likely never buy. However, I get excited by the prospect of things, dragging classes, clothing, books, music, or art to aptly named "carts", digital containers of which I have accumulated an unhealthy amount over all too many websites.
But I digress... It must have been one of my wishlists, WL5_09 or something like that, that I stored away this gem of a artist. Lucy Wainwrigh
t Roche has this haunting quality to her voice that tugged at my eardrums right from the 30-second sample. Her song, "Bridge" floats around this catchy/ pleasant/ dreamy/ folky chorus that, against the meloncholy of the lyrics stabs me with the masochistic pleasure of lost love. Her Pandora station has welcomed in some equally folksy, innocent, "kumbaya"-esque artists that I can't seem to shake an affinity for. Not to mention she's a half-sibling of music GOD Rufus Wainwright, for whom she's also sung backup vocals, so she was in my favor before I even knew her name.This might be a sufficient length for a post. Until then my imaginary followers, I bid you adieu.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Possible Structure for this page
Each day could have a theme...
Sunday: Personal day
I will write about a memory or idea or person or concept from my past that I never logged. There are plenty of those.
Monday: Media day
Write about something going on in the real world, or history, or something pertinent... though I have trouble focusing on things that actually matter. Forgive me if this day sucks. This day could also be used for movie, television, or book reviews... considering I ever find the time to engage in the consumption of such things.
Tuesday: Music day
Keep tabs on all the music I'm listening to and interested in lately...
Wednesday: Design day
Find art that I like and talk about it and wish about things like my dream houses, cool architecture, design shit, etc....
Thursday: Things I want
I will compile a list throughout the week... Im never short of ideas for this.
Friday: Food Day... This I guess will be the central day. Restaurant favorites, recipes, grocery lists. It'll be swell. I probably wouldn't normally write this day... let's be honest. However, if food is the theme, I might actually remember.
Saturday: Recuperate.
We'll see.. just an idea.
Sunday: Personal day
I will write about a memory or idea or person or concept from my past that I never logged. There are plenty of those.
Monday: Media day
Write about something going on in the real world, or history, or something pertinent... though I have trouble focusing on things that actually matter. Forgive me if this day sucks. This day could also be used for movie, television, or book reviews... considering I ever find the time to engage in the consumption of such things.
Tuesday: Music day
Keep tabs on all the music I'm listening to and interested in lately...
Wednesday: Design day
Find art that I like and talk about it and wish about things like my dream houses, cool architecture, design shit, etc....
Thursday: Things I want
I will compile a list throughout the week... Im never short of ideas for this.
Friday: Food Day... This I guess will be the central day. Restaurant favorites, recipes, grocery lists. It'll be swell. I probably wouldn't normally write this day... let's be honest. However, if food is the theme, I might actually remember.
Saturday: Recuperate.
We'll see.. just an idea.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Today is a Chick-Fil-A Sandwich
Reluctant going into it, but surprisingly satisfying...
Oklahoma first run thru today- went swimmingly! Had coffee, talked too much backstage, but ultimately felt good and had fun!
Class canceled tomorrow! Only have to be somewhere at 2:30. Can you believe that? Then rehearsal at night, but otherwise no big deal. Gym time anyone? Yes. Necessary.
Scheduling for classes. Same sad story. Never know what I wanna do... pigeon-holed by other requirements. I'm never gonna figure this shit out.
Oklahoma first run thru today- went swimmingly! Had coffee, talked too much backstage, but ultimately felt good and had fun!
Class canceled tomorrow! Only have to be somewhere at 2:30. Can you believe that? Then rehearsal at night, but otherwise no big deal. Gym time anyone? Yes. Necessary.
Scheduling for classes. Same sad story. Never know what I wanna do... pigeon-holed by other requirements. I'm never gonna figure this shit out.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Starting Anew
So I installed a widget on my dashboard that allows me to blog from here, without signing into my blog through the internet. For some reason, this has stricken me as infinitely easier, although it entails a matter of about 3 extra clicks... however, I'm standing by my perception hopefully to invigorate my blogging... Anything being made easier is sure to motivate me. I've created a new account, consolidated my old one, and here I am.
I'm still hesitant not to use my xanga... it's been such a close pal. However, xanga makes no widgets currently.
I am in the music library, putting off my studies per usual, underestimating the amount of pressure and hardship I am about to endure for this Music History test on Friday. I want Friday here and gone. Now.
I'm thinking of writing a drama about my life as of late, because I'm certain it would sell. These things I'll save for when I have even more work to accomplish.. Yeah, that way I'll be more apt to procrastinate.
I'm still hesitant not to use my xanga... it's been such a close pal. However, xanga makes no widgets currently.
I am in the music library, putting off my studies per usual, underestimating the amount of pressure and hardship I am about to endure for this Music History test on Friday. I want Friday here and gone. Now.
I'm thinking of writing a drama about my life as of late, because I'm certain it would sell. These things I'll save for when I have even more work to accomplish.. Yeah, that way I'll be more apt to procrastinate.
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