Forte in my head

Earworm radio this AM: Chopin’s Polonaisse (the military one, although there might be more than one like that)

Today at 4pm Pease Aud at EMU, Masters (piano) recital for Josh Jobst. (He won a Liszt award within the past few years). Liszt Sonata, some Scriabin etc.
Me an’ Uncle Bunny will see you there.

Edit: Outfuckingstanding! You will be hearing this name in the future. He did the Liszt Sonanta last, by the end I cried, but I sort of thought I might pee myself or faint. Now I really see why Liszt was the rockstar of his day.

War and health

Since we read a lot of war stuff in my Non- western lit. class and I was just reading some children's books about W.W.II, and I am dealing with this shooting the insulin dope everyday now, I am thinking about how resilient and adaptive humans are.
When I first got diagnosed with diabetes I completely rebelled at the idea of taking medication every day. It took me a year to settle down and take it regularly.
Faced with the idea of sticking a frickin’ needle in myself I could not conceive of how I could possibly do it once, much less everyday. Well, I’ve settled down to it to some degree. (Except OUCH! and the part where I thought "hey I could do some heroin now." Don't worry, I hate heroin with a passion, THE stupidest drug EVER. Im just saying, the thought arose.)

When faced with the incredible destruction of war (or weather), people tend to just keep going and develop new skills to keep themselves alive. They tend to keep putting putting one foot in front of the other.
Now I’m not talking about stupid, trite, used up, panacea, old saws like “God never gives us more than we can handle” I fucking hate shitty, untrue proverbs like that. I’m just talkin’ about the SUPER AMAZING ability of humans to cope and adapt.
It’s blowing my mind right now.

Extremely odd earworm radio the other day: Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves - Cher
So loud upon awaking that I still haven't forgotten it. Where the hell did that come from?

Whew! What a relief!

We sent 53 pieces off for copyright! That will bring our total copyrights to about 70 pieces. This will allow us to more widely distribute material from all three bands. Which hopefully will mean radio play. At least on “local” and “homegrown” shows.
It also will mean that I can start publishing some stuff here which I’ve been hesitant to do. We’re going to give it a couple weeks to make sure it’s received and well in the works, then start a bit of a blitz.

My new desktop

Last night I got a little "safe" and among other things cleaned up my desktop and then the top of my desk.
Earworm Radio this AM: XTC vs. Adam Ant - They Might Be Giants

Springsun

Smoker

Sing me something Mr. Pot Roast

I loves me some Suspect Device blog, heres the sanest thing I've heard in ages via he-
http://www.sdcitybeat.com/article.php?id=4281

Views from the porch

This is your brain on fear

See, this is how my mind works. I’m all going along, being really glad I can’t seem to catch up with the Dr. as planned, to coordinate this whole “let’s get you started on insulin thing.” I suppose I’m really thinking that if we can’t connect, maybe it just won’t really happen.
So when after dutifully doing all the phone calling that I had reluctantly agreed to do, I actually get hold of her, and she’s all like,
“oh yeah, all the gear was ordered and is waiting for you at the pharmacy, I’ll see you at 4:30 for your instructional”

So what do I do at the pharmacy?
Buy a big handful of on sale Easter candy and a Russell Stover chocolate Bunny. Because, HEY! I never got to bite anybody's ears off this year yet anyway, I DESERVE this, and so I eat Dove chocolate truffle eggs on the way to the clinic.
Where I have a complete (OK, 3/4s) melt down dealing with the learning to stick myself thing.
She’s giving me Atavan for the just in case of complete phobic nervous breakdown factor.
Atavan is our friend.

No fun, my girl, you’re no fun

Bahh, it’s official, school HAS made me lose my sense of humour. I haven’t written anything funny here for frickin’ ages. I’m too busy trying to be witty for the teachers or sumpin’.
And the tiredness, it’s definitely cumulative. I was not this tired at the end of the first semester.
All I can think of is May 1st, May 1st, May 1st.
I actually look forward to going back to work for awhile.

Turns out -

I’ve been keeping something from you.
Today or tomorrow I am to go on the insulin needle. I’m not bizactly thrilled. It appears that while school is good for my head, it is not good for my health.
It doesn’t help that I currently have a pathological fear of hypos.

Hey! You!

See now I wasn’t gonna go here, but you just couldn’t let it alone couldcha?
You know who you are. So do I. Stop calling my house, hanging up and harassing me and my house mates. Think I’m bluffing and don’t really know who you are? Think about this:
A) I’m not stupid, in fact I’m quite bright. Kind of like The Batman, I have great detective powers.
B) That is paired with pretty astute intuitive powers, sort of like The Last Martian whatever his name was, John I think.
C) I look into your soul, and I see your hunger, kinda like a Vampire Hunter.
Get it?

See - I know and see you, you’re being pretty transparent, so be all those things, but don’t intrude yourself into my house. Because you are just as easy to find as I am, if I wanted to.
I’ve been watching you watching me but up till now I had no reason to care. Furthermore, I’m not obligated to answer unsolicited email. Other than that, I wish you well, may you be freed from suffering and the causes of suffering.

Very Loud Earworm This AM

The Bells Are Ringing - They Might Be Giants

I may be a laggard but I'm not a wastrel

OK I have received some complaints and/or concerns. I am mostly OK just really overdone on finals and taxes.

I was at school till 6 on Monday then had to finish papers and projects for Tues. Tues I gave a paper presentation, a project presentation and my recital piece. Then in the eve. practiced with some neighborhood kids to sing with them at their drum recital. Weds. I had exams, then double Dr. appts, then went to a Seder at Lizard breath’s. Today I had classes all day then got home with just enough time to schluff and eat and do homework for my night class.
So that’s just the way it’s been going, I’ll be back in the swing as soon as I can get a little decent sleep, I mean it’s midnight right now and I haven’t even begun my dailies.
Soon Upcoming - some poetry. Which since it has either been published or is about to be published I’ll be willing to post.

Post Raisin Brain

It’s got less sugar than Kellogg’s. So, good for you Post, for not succumbing to the sugar freaks, but on the other hand it’s not quite so tasty as Kellogg’s now is it?
I’m at the local big grocery institution the other day, and I see a sale for 3, count ‘em 3, boxes of Post cereal for 5 bucks. And I’m all like “Wow, that’s just crazy talk” because my experience with cereal lately is that it’s around 4 or 5 bucks a box.
So I purchase a box of Raisin Bran and decided to try for the 1st time, 2 different flavours of Honey Bunches Of Oats.
Now, I read the box, and saw the commercials, and it clearly said Honey Bunches Of Oats. But when I poured it in my bowl I said “but where are all the bunches of O’s?” I can read and hear OK, but apparently that doesn’t mean my brain actually processes what it sees or hears.

We were in the cereal aisle, and I just could not get over the huge picture of Johnny Depp’s face adorning the Pirates of the Caribbean Cereal box. On the one hand I’m not averse to Johnny Depp's pretty face pretty much anywhere, but on the other hand come on, no, really, come on. Would you want to stare at say, Brando while trying to choke down a nutritious breakfast at far too early an hour?

Coming soon to a grocer near you, fresh from SamLas Laboratories, The Wild One Bunch of O’s Cereal.

Lost Weekend

I cannot wait until I get the therapy skills which teach me to cut people off and say no. 6 hours wasted because someone played the nervous breakdown, needy trump card on me and the whole frickin’ deck was chockfull of trump cards and they just kept spitting out.
Just got back from the wrong recital because they moved it from the music school to Kerrytown Concert House which I could have walked to...... I am so screwed.

I’m busy

attempting to between now and Tues.

DONE - Do my taxes
DONE - Prepare a presentation on Igbo culture and the Biafran war for Tues.
DONE - Do an Eng. take home quiz for Tues.
DONE - Attend a piano recital then write a presentation on it, for Tues.
DONE - Prepare for a psych exam Weds.
DONE - Prepare for a math test on Monday
DONE /NOT - Make some meals to carry us through the first part of the week
DONE - Catch lunch with a friend today
DONE - Write Reader Response book report #9
DONE - Clean my nesting/study area
DONE - Finish math homework
Pay the bills before the phone and heat are cut off
Practice piano
Begin my final Eng. written exam
Practice bells
Practice recital piece for drum class recital

In case you can’t tell, this list is as much for me as as anything else, in case I get off track, which I cannot afford to do.

American Idol

Earworm radio: What’s The Ugliest Part Of Your Body? - Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention

I have tried to live the majority (since 14) of my life so that Frank, at least, would never be ashamed of me.....

Back to the grind

Extremely appropriate Earworm radio: I Woke Up This Morning (You Were On My Mind) - Hmm, sounds like, The Association?

Temp is down to a nice, normal, 96.8. For me, that’s a normal, waking one. Lungs still hurt a bit, and I’ve got the flip side cough. But I’m off to school and back to math class.....sigh. It was hideous fun while it lasted.
The thing is, when I was at my job I called in sick once in 5 years, the rest of the time I would show up half dead and let them decide whether to send me home. Frequently they did not because there was no one to take my place.

I was all stupid, proud of my record, but at the same time that kind of pressure sucks. One should be able to take a day off if one needs it for some reason.
The puritan work ethic has some virtue, and the flagrant fuckoffness I see people indulging in has some vice. But there has to be a happy medium.

Sick means never having to say there’s no time to read

4 books, two days. It kept me from ripping Oliver’s head off in my misery. I turn into such a puling, whiny bitch. I can’t believe he can put up with me. I was cold then hot, headachy, nauseous then ravenous, I have a normal temp of 96.7 to 97.6 so when it was 99.3 earlier today I was sheer misery. I get all delirious and shit, I wrote a book report in that condition.... my poor english teacher.

So:
Persepolis -Marjane Satrapi- A graphic novel of growing up during the Iranian Revolution and the Iraq/ Iran war. Really good. Really important.

The Magic Moscow - Daniel Pinkwater - Typical Pinkwater weirdness. I love it. I love him.

Haroun and the Sea of Stories- Salman Rushdie - It was goodish and it kept me entertained this afternoon when I was going mad, maybe I should read it again when I’m not so grouchy.

The Birch bark House - Louise Erdrich - A good children's book. I just really like her writing. This is about the Ojibway living on Lake Superior in the 1840’s. It appears to be well researched and it’s nice and sad and good.

Oh gahh

I have my first illness of the season which is completely ironic as that season is over.
I don’t know what this is. It’s not exactly a cold although now the reactive mucal production has begun. It started with a dry, sore, throat then progressed to a hacking, dry, cough then headache, fever and chills.

You know you’re sick when you mix up an Emergen-C and as you start to drink it your whole body starts clamouring for more, more more. Drinking that last night was the best thing ever. It was the most intense feeling of relief as my depleted tissues just soaked it up.

I skipped school yesterday except for a meeting to learn power point. I kind of regret going to that even as I think I got more chilled. It was pouring rain when I went to the bus stop.
I’m sitting here debating whether to skip today as well.
I am so chilled I can’t bear the idea of going anywhere except bed.
My head is throbbing.
But I really want to discuss Marjane Satrapi’s Persepolis, (what a cool book), and I’m afraid that they’ll discuss Etudes in music class and I’ll miss it.

No Soap for You!!

Blah, a disruption in one of my favourite routines. No Coronation Street due to the Easter Seals Marathon. I mean I could have gotten up at 6:30 to watch, and might have done, if that wasn’t really 5:30 and that was not gonna happen.

It might feel like 2 actual days off if people would stop bugging me. But they won’t they never do.

So the Dad came back from Europe all fucked up and sick so I’m taking over Potage de Boef et meripoix et pate’ to strungthen him up.
That translates to my French peasant onion soup and chopped liver for his anemia. So I gotta go cook in a minute....

Uncle Bunny stopped by last night with a prezzy. A Britta water filter for the tap!
I had been so frustrated with all the different ones that I had given up. I had:
Multi-pure - really hard to get the filters.
Ace hardware Brand - they stopped carrying them
PUR - Just started falling apart in various ways.
I’ve been eying his Britta for a while. It has this little rain shower setting and it looks way sturdier than the PUR. So here’s hopin’ it works for a long time.

Then we all walked him back into town. Oliver and I are trying to get out and walk more. Of course the town was filled with a bunch of freakish youth from who knows where, all in town for Hash Bash.

blogdashboard draggin'

Was down all day, sigh. I had no excuse not to do homework.