So much for getting ahead on my reading or anything- I'm not starting reading at 1:20 unless I need to, I don't think. Tomorrow I can get some good solid reading done, I think, between the Brass Ensemble performance (it's going ot be shoddy, but it should sound enthusiastic, and we stick together pretty well, at least), and going to hear Manginah. I'm not a bit fan of a capella stuff, but I think I'll go with Tovah or at least meet her there (she might go to hear us too, which makes me hopeful that there might even be as many audience members there as there are of us... I can dream... We're on first. If we don't play well, then maybe that will be a good thing though.)

I had a dream when I was napping that Liz was back in the room, and talking about meal plans, and something about a "kosher meal plan", and she was looking in the fridge, and I woke up frightened. Recently I had another dream of the very short variety, about a woman I know from dancing (who has 2 girls already, the younger of which I think is in college now, a freshman) being pregnant, with triplets, and everyone remarking how that would make 5 kids. I think there was some question about the father, too. Random, I think. Don't even know why she came up in my head at all.

I've been thinking a bit about the relationship between loneliness and jealousy. It seems easier to be lonely when you know that other people have sorts of connections that you lack. If everyone had similar strengths of friendships and amounts of contact, it would be easier to be content. But when everyone is pushing to become closer, and figure out to whom they're closest- it gets easy to feel lonely, and not-as-good. And sometimes people do seem to be competing, in some way, without thinking about it, almost. There's a lot of pressure in social stuff here and now- I don't remember that sort of pressure last year. Maybe it was the people I hung out with, maybe just my place in things. I don't like that sort of pressure and competition. I don't like competition at all, really. I want affection to be given, not competed for. Competing for affection seems dishonest- how can that be completely real? But I also don't want to be left alone. It puts me in a somewhat awkward place, on occasion.

Similarly, I wish I could really keep my ideas of people seperate from each other. It is so easy, especially when you don't know someone quite well enough, to make connections to other people and how you react and feel about them. And then, if you put more than a little energy into that, your ideas of them get intertwined more htan they should be. And how those people interact with others creates other problems. Sometimes I feel like a playing piece being competed for by different friends of mine. I don't think they see things that way, but somethings it feels that way. Perhaps I ought to feel flattered. But that's not the way I deal with the world. It might be easier, but no less complicated, I'm sure, and not as honest. And I really value honesty. It's a fine line to walk, between that and telling only that which I wish to tell.
So much for getting ahead on my reading or anything- I'm not starting reading at 1:20 unless I need to, I don't think. Tomorrow I can get some good solid reading done, I think, between the Brass Ensemble performance (it's going ot be shoddy, but it should sound enthusiastic, and we stick together pretty well, at least), and going to hear Manginah. I'm not a bit fan of a capella stuff, but I think I'll go with Tovah or at least meet her there (she might go to hear us too, which makes me hopeful that there might even be as many audience members there as there are of us... I can dream... We're on first. If we don't play well, then maybe that will be a good thing though.)

I had a dream when I was napping that Liz was back in the room, and talking about meal plans, and something about a "kosher meal plan", and she was looking in the fridge, and I woke up frightened. Recently I had another dream of the very short variety, about a woman I know from dancing (who has 2 girls already, the younger of which I think is in college now, a freshman) being pregnant, with triplets, and everyone remarking how that would make 5 kids. I think there was some question about the father, too. Random, I think. Don't even know why she came up in my head at all.

I've been thinking a bit about the relationship between loneliness and jealousy. It seems easier to be lonely when you know that other people have sorts of connections that you lack. If everyone had similar strengths of friendships and amounts of contact, it would be easier to be content. But when everyone is pushing to become closer, and figure out to whom they're closest- it gets easy to feel lonely, and not-as-good. And sometimes people do seem to be competing, in some way, without thinking about it, almost. There's a lot of pressure in social stuff here and now- I don't remember that sort of pressure last year. Maybe it was the people I hung out with, maybe just my place in things. I don't like that sort of pressure and competition. I don't like competition at all, really. I want affection to be given, not competed for. Competing for affection seems dishonest- how can that be completely real? But I also don't want to be left alone. It puts me in a somewhat awkward place, on occasion.

Similarly, I wish I could really keep my ideas of people seperate from each other. It is so easy, especially when you don't know someone quite well enough, to make connections to other people and how you react and feel about them. And then, if you put more than a little energy into that, your ideas of them get intertwined more htan they should be. And how those people interact with others creates other problems. Sometimes I feel like a playing piece being competed for by different friends of mine. I don't think they see things that way, but somethings it feels that way. Perhaps I ought to feel flattered. But that's not the way I deal with the world. It might be easier, but no less complicated, I'm sure, and not as honest. And I really value honesty. It's a fine line to walk, between that and telling only that which I wish to tell.
You might enjoy this- Sunday at Brass Ensemble we were thinking of how to get sheet music from home to here. We went from teh reasonable suggestions to the less and less reasonable ones, until it became a huge joke. FOr your enjoyment, and my record...
Sol: You could have your parents fax it to you. (response: to where? YOu could have them fax it to my lab.)
Sol again: We could copy the score, and cut out your parts, and paste them together.
Me: I could copy it by hand, if someone has a piece of music paper
Costa: Your parents could take a pictuer of it, and send you that (maybe he meant by email?)
Me: We could mail it to Australia first, and then have them send it to me...
Costa: We could etch it in concrete
Sol: We could put it in a balloon

Then we got back to rehearsal- but it was funny as heck. (Wait: heck stands for hell, and hell isn't supposed to be funny. Maybe I find it funny because I don't believe in it, the way that Christians do? I don't think so... It's jstu a weird expression.)
You might enjoy this- Sunday at Brass Ensemble we were thinking of how to get sheet music from home to here. We went from teh reasonable suggestions to the less and less reasonable ones, until it became a huge joke. FOr your enjoyment, and my record...
Sol: You could have your parents fax it to you. (response: to where? YOu could have them fax it to my lab.)
Sol again: We could copy the score, and cut out your parts, and paste them together.
Me: I could copy it by hand, if someone has a piece of music paper
Costa: Your parents could take a pictuer of it, and send you that (maybe he meant by email?)
Me: We could mail it to Australia first, and then have them send it to me...
Costa: We could etch it in concrete
Sol: We could put it in a balloon

Then we got back to rehearsal- but it was funny as heck. (Wait: heck stands for hell, and hell isn't supposed to be funny. Maybe I find it funny because I don't believe in it, the way that Christians do? I don't think so... It's jstu a weird expression.)
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( Feb. 4th, 2004 09:24 am)
Well, at least it isn't Johann... That said, the one time I played Richard Strauss, I wasn't too thrilled, but then, maybe that was the fault of my utterly incompetent (and rasist) conductor.

Take the Dead German Composer Test!

debka_notion: (Default)
( Feb. 4th, 2004 09:24 am)
Well, at least it isn't Johann... That said, the one time I played Richard Strauss, I wasn't too thrilled, but then, maybe that was the fault of my utterly incompetent (and rasist) conductor.

Take the Dead German Composer Test!

debka_notion: (Default)
( Feb. 4th, 2004 10:40 pm)
I'm realizing, once again, that it's impossible to see the inner part (not the inside, just not the very edge) of your own ear. And this frustrates me. I need to sleep. (No, there really is a reason I wanted to see my ear: I seem to have cut it a while ago, and want to check on that.)

In other news, they have a "possible new roommate" for me. I'm scared. Actually, I'm somewhat freaked out. Maya and roommates haven't done so wonderfully in the recent past. Being alone here can be lonely, but it's better than the other things that have happened to me, roommate-wise. I'm afraid I'll get someone who can't abide noise when she sleeps, and/or smokes, drinks, seriously treifs up the microwave/my food/silverwear, turns my lights off on Shabbat... Maybe I'm being overly pessimistic. I don't know.

The Brass Ensemble performance went decently. Not well, per se. But we didn't fall apart so badly that we couldn't get back together. I was also missing my stand partner, who got sick just beforehand- which left me to handle the solo on Dixie Clambake, and the rest of it alone- he loves the song, I'm not it's hugest fan, to say the least. But- it gave us some motivation to really work, and hopefully that'll get us off to a better start this semester. We did funny hats (5 of hte 8 of them supplied by yours truly- and mostly funny because they were on other people), which was fun for us at least.

Off to bed, although I'm not going to get anything ressembling enough sleep anyways.
debka_notion: (Default)
( Feb. 4th, 2004 10:40 pm)
I'm realizing, once again, that it's impossible to see the inner part (not the inside, just not the very edge) of your own ear. And this frustrates me. I need to sleep. (No, there really is a reason I wanted to see my ear: I seem to have cut it a while ago, and want to check on that.)

In other news, they have a "possible new roommate" for me. I'm scared. Actually, I'm somewhat freaked out. Maya and roommates haven't done so wonderfully in the recent past. Being alone here can be lonely, but it's better than the other things that have happened to me, roommate-wise. I'm afraid I'll get someone who can't abide noise when she sleeps, and/or smokes, drinks, seriously treifs up the microwave/my food/silverwear, turns my lights off on Shabbat... Maybe I'm being overly pessimistic. I don't know.

The Brass Ensemble performance went decently. Not well, per se. But we didn't fall apart so badly that we couldn't get back together. I was also missing my stand partner, who got sick just beforehand- which left me to handle the solo on Dixie Clambake, and the rest of it alone- he loves the song, I'm not it's hugest fan, to say the least. But- it gave us some motivation to really work, and hopefully that'll get us off to a better start this semester. We did funny hats (5 of hte 8 of them supplied by yours truly- and mostly funny because they were on other people), which was fun for us at least.

Off to bed, although I'm not going to get anything ressembling enough sleep anyways.
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