Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Ceci a year ago in Amsterdam adding Eddie the travel monkey to the Nightwatch.For an update: psychiatrist visited (and still going), the diagnosis sticks and now I'm trying on the meds.
That is all.
So I'm sitting here feeling like I need to write something. It's been ages since I've written anything for anyone or even to anyone. I have a hard time communicating right now, I guess. I really don't know why or what to do about it but I cannot bring myself to comment on my usual haunts in blogland. Nor Twitter... Facebook... myspace... Not here, nor on ourpdx... I just feel like I have nothing to say about anything. My mind is a complete blank on things other than what I'm taking in, finding out and learning from.
However, I have this urge to write.
It's what I do, after all.
It's odd how when one is content after a long while of feeling out of sorts, one wonders why that feeling is forgotten. Johanna suggested I write myself a letter but I think I'll just place it here.
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven--
All's right with the world!
-Robert Browning
So I will try.
I got the cello finally. Saturday night the boyo helped me tune it. Then I sat down and tried to get to know it. I hope it likes me...
Monday, April 27, 2009
If I had money to not only pay everything I need to pay AND have enough to send the boyo and me to Edinburgh for Asef's wedding, I would buy myself/ask the boyo for this for the upcoming 33rd Annual Ceci celebration:
I've wanted to learn to play one ever since I used to watch Lori Singer (as Julie) on Fame.
One of the guys here at work is letting me borrow his Cello to play around with/ practice on (take lessons with???) and I'm all a-flutter. I'm very happy with this, as it's a beginning!
Instead, for the celebration I'm hoping at least to get the new IAMX album, which comes out on the day of my 33rd celebration. This also will do me JUST fine!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Woah!
It's Wednesday and there's a shitload going on that's making me say, "woah!"
Notice that it's "woah" and not wow?
I will give you only one story, however, of the "Woah"s.
...
One of the guys I work for plays cello. Just started about a year ago, really. We got into a conversation last week about how I'd always wanted to learn to play and have been seriously considering taking it up. Coincidentally, he has one for sale! How much? $800.
*winces*
I've paid more for a musical instrument, honestly, so it's not like I don't know how much they are nor do I have a problem paying that much. It's just... I'm going to Europe in a month! It may be a bit much to ask for this on top of all that.
I didn't want him to see my balk at the price so I just kept talking to him about it and he offered to bring it in for me to play with it. I said ok.
Today, he brought it in and he played me some stuff he knows. The sound made me melt!
MELT! I could feel it in my bones. Then he told me to try it and sat me down with the thing. He showed me how to hold the bow and told me not to worry about my left hand. I tentatively tried it and he instructed me to let my arm go, to just drop the weight on the bow... and I did. The note reverberated in my chest and down my body. I was in awe.
Melt... does not even begin to describe it...
*weeps*