I wish I were a poet. All my favorite songs could easily be favorite poetry. Has anyone ever put e.e. cummings to music? What a tremendous gift that would be, of crafting music and words. I looked at Spanish idioms with Rebecca and Margaret. Idioms, like "A stitch in time saves nine" Such great twists of thinking, like "Your soup will be more valuable if it has meatballs in it" or something about wool? "Tiene mas lana que un borrego" I could tell you my favorite but it would spoil our private joke. Mas idiomas!
Da un beso a la botella. Literally:"Give the bottle a kiss" Eng. equivalent:"Take a swig" or "bottoms up!" El hijo de la gato, ratones mata. LIT:"The son of a cat, kills mice" ENG:"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Antes que te cases mira lo que haces. LIT:"Before you marry look what you are doing" ENG:"Look before you leap" La carne de burro no es transparente. LIT:"The flesh of the donkey is not transparent" ENG:"I can't see through you." (maybe I can't read your mind?) Yo tengo una tia que toca la guitarra. LIT:"I have an aunt that plays the guitar" ENG:"What does that have to do with the price of tea in china?" Tags: poetry, random, spanish
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Awful dreams last night. I dreamed I was arguing with my instructor over my grade. She was saying she thought a B would be appropriate and I didn’t agree. Three A’s out of five papers and an A on the midterm spells “A” to me, even if I got a B on the final. But every time I discussed, this woman in a turban would pipe up and say, “Sounds like a B!…. B…. Oh yeah, that’s a B!”. She wouldn’t shut up and as TurbanGirl is a respected colleague, I was in a pickle. Decidedly, not an awful dream but still unsettling. Good I be a wee bit nervous about finals?
What makes me say awful is the (yet another) dream of bassoony destruction. Last night at dinner, my 7 year old finally got a joke he's been laughing about for over a year. We were talking about "Who's on first?" and how a kid unfamiliar with baseball might not find it funny. As we're talking, this enormous light bulb goes on over Isaac's head:
"OH!!", he says. "WHO is the name of the guy on first base! And What is the player on SECOND base! I Don't Know is on THIRD and tomorrow is the PITCHER! I get it! That's FUNNY!" He started laughing so hard that we all just lost it. Isaac laughed so hard I thought he was going to bust a hernia. Apparently, that joke is funny even without the baseball connection. I know it's always guaranteed to get us smiling when we're having a grumpy morning. My kids are amazing. They are absolutely, without a doubt, my most favorite people. Posted via LiveJournal.app. Tags: boom de yada, family, fun, happy, kids I had a wonderful reminder last night of an old friend. He was passionate and eccentric and talented and he died in a terrible car accident in the late nineties. I was probably a little bit in love with him, like every other person that knew him. He used to practice his bass (whom I think he had named "Volupte") all over the music building, most often in the back stairwell or in the elevator and we were constantly running into each other. We had a communications class together with my friend Dawn and had many a late night study session, usually the night before a test and sometimes, he would play. He was incredible.
He is the one that told me to put myself into my music. That there's no point if all you're doing is just playing the notes on the page. Don't be afraid, be passionate. Express Something! He isn't the first person to have ever said that, or to have even said that to me, but his voice is the one that stuck. It's been more than ten years since he passed and that philosophy has soaked in so much that I had lost from whence it came. I wish I had known him better. Sean Kelly Ball, was a gifted composer and double bass player who was tragically killed in a car accident on February 28, 1997. Though he only lived for 27 years, his life was dedicated to discovering new avenues of musical expression and passions. He was, as well, a talented percussionist, and many of his early compositions involved percussion and double bass. Breakfast at Patrick's was written for Patrick Neher and was first performed by Sean at the Neher residence during a surprise breakfast party. The piece was given it's official premiere in 1992. I smashed my hand this week with my bassoon. Unfortunately, I also smashed my bassoon with the floor. Except for its horrific appearance, the damage was shockingly minor and it still plays beautifully. As you can see, the ring on the end of the bassoon was obliterated, but it seems to have absorbed most of the impact. No, it isn’t ivory. It is a lovely plastic that mimics ivory that I’m told Moosmann created himself (it’s slightly translucent when you hold it up to light). Whatever it is, it saved my bassoon from a much worse fate. |
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