princess

Here's a fun little test:
Here are the results.

Which Disney Princess Are You?
	You are Cinderella. You are hard-working and never complain, however, your trust is sometimes misplaced and people sometimes take advantage of you. Still, you are beautiful inside and out, and one day you will realize it and find true love.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com

Aack, I even took it again with the other possible answers, and I ended up Cinderella once again. I guess it is meant to be. Perhaps it's a sign to stop dying my hair. hah hah.

I think that's all for today. I am tired. As so many of you all are as well.

beautiful

Today during quintet rehearsal, we played the last movement of the Maslanka, Quinte no. 2. We're not allowed to get too attached to it, because we need professorial permission before we can go ahead and schedule this for our recital, but at least for a moment, we were experiencing beautiful music.

It was a very good oboe day. I practiced the three hours, and I had a good lesson, plus orchestra, and a two hour quintet rehearsal this evening. Maybe life is good because I have a reed, that though leaning a bit flat, it is nice and vibrant and can be brought up in pitch just fine.

Those of us, which to those few who read these musings, who are in the arts field, why are you in these fields? We all know that there isn't much compensation for the blood and tears that are so often spilt. At least monetary compensation. These last few weeks have been a great learning experience. I have realized that, I could make a living doing what I love. And that to do something that you love is worth far more than any paycheck. I don't deny the necesity of making a living, but who needs extravagance, when you fill fulfilled in your job?

As well, I think in some respects, playing the oboe is starting to fall into place - i.e. I'm finally able to express and make possible the sounds that I have been hearing for a long time. Maybe someday I'll actually be a musician. Hoo-Rah.

Please don't mind the warm fuzzy-ness. I'm listening to beautiful music, and one cannot help but be / have a positive outlook on life when that is going on. At least I can't.

philosophies, part 1

I believe I've mentioned that I currently am taking a philosopy-esque class. It is aesthetics. We haven't focused only on music, yet. That will come later in the semester. We're currently still defining art. or is it, Art. Ah, the Art of Semantics.

We had an interesting discussion about classificatory, evaluative and derivative terms. This is coming from an essay by George Dickie. In helping to clarify the difference between the said terms, we applied the three to Latter-day Saint.

Classification: your name is on the rolls of the church
Evaluative: You are abiding by the morals of the church
Derivative: You seem to be a Mormon

In my head, I began thinking of all the fun stereotypical mormon-isms that people feel that sufficient means to being member of the Latter-day Saint faith.

The one talked of in class was clean cut. My favorite head comment was saying things such as "fudge." Feel free to add your own.

I hope that I have understood the 'derivative' idea well enough. I suppose I should re/read the article again before Friday so all makes more sense.

Although, we did attempt to define music. Dickie also suggests that (showing his bias towards the visual arts. How typical. :) ) That true art is an artifact. This is the part that needs even more clarification. Yet, I wanted to get the idea out there for those faithful few. Is music the score, or the CD? (I think these questions apply to literature as well for those not so musically inclined.) Does something need to exist for it to be music?

Needless to say, I try not to dwell too long on the thoughts posed in class, or I'd be up late every night trying to answer the unanswerable.

oh life.

So, I think people are trying to tell me things. My friend Michelle recently dedicated a song to me, "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life," and in catching up with venom's life, she too has this song as a theme for one of her days.

So, I guess I am to look at the bright side of life.

Usually that isn't too hard - you just change your mind, I guess, lie to yourself, and say that everything is good, which I personally believe is a good tactic. I mean, life could always be worse, right?

Who cares if you're busy, and there isn't much time to just sit for a bit. There will be little moments, here and there.

Enough about that.

Just to warn you, some of these may get somewhat philosophical because in one of my classes we are talking about definitions of art, or iff you prefer, Art. It's fairly interesting, and I think once I get used to the way the articles are written, I'll enjoy it even more. I even possibly had a possibly intelligent comment today. phew.

And, well, on the way to Christmas in Qatar, I, with my cousin Paul, am going to stop off in Rome, Italy for a couple days! I do believe I'm excited. I'll have you know I have my a list of how many classes I teach, and am checking them off after every meeting (not that I don't love teaching, I truly do - it's one of those little ways I keep myself sane) and now I can have it be a count down of sorts to the big adventure.

Paul and I also decided that we'd document this to enter the next Delta Site-Seer challenge. Couldn't you just see us hosting a globe=trotting travel show?

And here we have the 19th century blah blah blah.

Perfect!

Maybe I could be the traveling oboist - go to different cities with orchestras, and play random gigs with them at night, but during the day, seeing all that there is to see? Hmm, somehow we should work Paul into this, An oboist, and a marine biologist. I think it could work.

the end of all things, or is it?

Well, today is Labor Day. The last day of freedom before school and all the responsibilities that come along with school begin. I am excited to be in school again, but at the moment, it's a bit much.

Upon eating breakfeast, or perhaps, brunch, we were discussing different TV series' that will make school year more bearable. Here is my listing of shows that, somehow I have lived withough during the summer, and if something were to happen that caused them not to reappear, life would go on, but since they are returning, I'm looking forward to them:

Ugly Betty: the consummate novella with so many loose ends
House: Are they all really leaving? If not, we'd only allow Chase to return
Dr. Who: Okay, so it's not Christopher Eccleston, but I think the new guy could grow on me
Torchwood: Never seen it, but it's a Dr. Who spin-off
Psych: Come on, who really watches the US Open anyway
Monk: see above

Wishful thinking: Maybe there will be some Midsomer Murders or Poirots that I haven't seen

Side note: I've realized that I'm biased against women detectives. I'd much rather watch Poirot than Ms. Marple, and Midsomer Murders trumps Rosemary and Thyme (though I am trying)
Is this weird? Sarah helped me realize my prejudice a couple of Sundays ago. Our Sunday evening Murder Mystery watching has dwindled, namely because we've seen every episode of Midsomer Murders that has made it to the US, as far as I can tell. She likes Rosemary and Thyme, and I really am trying. I mean, it has everything one could want - great oboe-centric background music, English countrysides, murders, and flowers. But, no Scott. tee hee.

Well, I better get.

tschusy.