Tuesday, August 31, 2004
I have danced with my demons.
I have questioned what love really is, and what it isn't.
I have been left alone, with dry eyes and confusion.
I have known comfort, pity, obligation, and guilt.
I have tried desperately to fight my way back into my own life.
I keep things separated with gnawing misgivings.
It's funny how I manage to chronicle the creations and the demises, but never the evolution; from beginning to end.
"give me Religion and a lobotomy"
Monday, August 30, 2004
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Last night, on my way home from rehearsal, I caught the end of an interview with one of my quilty pleasures on Fresh Air. As for me? Heh. Since highschool, I have had an addiction to Tom Jones. So, it wasn't unusual to find magazine clippings of one of my favorite Welsh men (hah!) taped to my locker door before homeroom on any given day.
Look what I found:
(Caption: What's the kinkiest offering ever tossed your way? One time a woman threw a sequined jockstrap, because that year I was wearing sequined jackets. So I picked it up and said, "Well, this is next year's wardrobe.")
(Caption: Is it difficult to work in tight pants? Not really. I grew up in the '50s wearing tight pants.)
Incidentally, this is how cool Tom Jones really is...in 1995 he even did a duet with Tori Amos. *Sighs*
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
A few of my favorite Hirt-isms:
"If I'd had good eyes, I would've been a fighter pilot."
Written on a homework assignment:
"Thanks for keeping your work from last quarter - 20 points extra credit"
In reference to an F#-Ab-C triad:
"Root-less sonorities, not ruthless...ruthless...heh heh heh."
"You don't hear spelling. Spelling does not preclude function."
"But wait, Dr. Hirt! You have two secondary dominants in a row! So what?!"
"My wife says I'm the only one who thinks I'm funny."
"Two tritones nested inside one each other...that's a train...hmm...train-tone?!"
In reference to a female classmate's red sweater:
"That's a nice sweater. I would wear it, I mean, if I were...you know..."
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
(This is what happens when Ben has too much.)
On the evening's agenda was, first and foremost, the consumption of five bottles of wine between the four of us. I think my favorite was the Piping Shrike Shiraz that Ryan and I had selected.
And for the listening segment?
1. the Meyer Bottesini Concertos with Josh Bell (hubba hubba) and Yo-Yo Ma (Ben's selection)
2. Dear Boy from Candide (Bernstein, of course), and some other things that escape me now, which Susan chose. I vaguely recall some Sinatra in there somewhere. Susan - some help??
...and the three things I brought over as my contribution:
3. the Mahler 9th (New York Phil with Kurt Masur)
4. The Great Gates of Kiev from Pictures (my favorite Cleveland Orchestra/Dohnanyi recording of all time)
5. the first movement from Brahms' 4th in E Minor, Op. 98
Maybe it was the wine, but I cried pretty much all night. I wish everyone could be moved by music like that.
Once we ran out of wine, though, Ben convinced us to go to Jack's for last call. At first we thought we'd walk, since it's nearby. We headed out up the hill, the three of us arm in arm, with Susan still at home passed out on the living room floor. I guess I decided I didn't want to walk so we turned around and got in the car. After a pint or two of Guinness, well...I've definitely felt better than I did Saturday morning.
Monday, August 23, 2004
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Monday, August 16, 2004
The quality you most like in a man? sensitivity
The quality you most like in a woman? honesty
What do you most value in your friends? loyalty
What is your principle defect? self-doubt
What is your favorite occupation? nurturer
What is your dream of happiness? enough
What to your mind would be the greatest of misfortunes? living without any joy in one's life
What would you like to be? self-actualized
In what country would you like to live? one without hate
What is your favorite color? red
What is your favorite flower? purple coneflower
What is your favorite bird? loon
Who are your favorite prose writers? Nin, Winterson
Who are your favorite poets? Sexton, Eliot, Atwood, Jong
Who is your favorite hero of fiction? Dominick Birdsey
Who are your favorite heroines of fiction? Isadora Wing, Tashi, Celie
Who are your favorite composers? Brahms, Mahler, Lauridsen
Who are your favorite painters? Van Gogh, Pollack, Mondrian
Who are your heroes in real life? family
What is it you most dislike? ignorance
What natural gift would you most like to possess? patience
How would you like to die? without suffering
What is your present state of mind? open
To what faults do you feel most indulgent? laziness
What is your motto? all you need is love is all you need
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Friday, August 13, 2004
2. Hopefully, Julia and Matt are enjoying their honeymoon cruise in the Southern Caribbean, and not being adversely affected by the untimely weather anomalies going on out there.
3. Hopefully, my brother, sister, and friends enjoyed the third-to-last Phish show in Camden, N.J. last night. Wonder if they left the leaky tent at home this time.
Monday, August 09, 2004
Saturday, August 07, 2004
I burned my left index finger on the stove while checking to see if the back pilot light had gone out in addition to the front one. It hadn't. Later, I managed to melt an entire tube of chapstick all over a load of laundry in the dryer. And finally, last night while at Ben and Susan's, I tried my hand (hah!) at "knife-catching" when Susan dumped the knife block off the counter. Not to mention the three or four times I bumped my head on the 1. refrigerator door, 2. the car door, 3. the dryer door, and 4. the shower stall door.
Not five minutes after we walked in the door last night, I was bleeding. The glass of wine Ben brought me while I was bandaging myself helped to somewhat assuage the disgust I felt as a result of my clumsiness.
Once the drinking commenced, however, I forgot all about the pain. At least I can still type now. Haven't tried playing piano yet. Let's hope I'm functional in that arena still, too. If not, what would I say to the church congregation tomorrow morning when I'm fumbling around on the organ? Luckily the pastor is on vacation so I'll have minimal explaining to do. Sheesh.
Why am I smiling??? That's Susan trying to help me re-enact my knife-catching stint. Note my bowling fingers which are bandaged. Appropriate for our viewing of The Big Lebowski. And I hadn't had anything to drink yet at this point, but a few sips of wine. I'm such a mess.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Tomorrow I go in at 11am for my chopping. Gretchen's appointment was changed to tomorrow, also. Mom will probably go into cardiac arrest before the day will be over, due to sensory overload.
Harley before we went to the groomer.