We end as inelegantly as we began. This, my 800th post, is my last. There is nothing special about 800, but when I could see it coming I knew my OCDness would be most happy with that tidy round number.
Several of you—most graciously—have suggested that I keep this blog going. And I thought about it. I still enjoy writing it and reading your comments, but here's the thing: the filler stuff—the quests for planters, the trips to Liberty Custard—in other words, the glimpses into my deep interior life, would all of the sudden become the point of the blog, and sorry, that's just not that interesting to me. This blog was conceived as a way to document a very particular journey; it has done that and, at least for me, so much more.
I did not expect to come away from Hamline and Going40 with such a strong conviction that writing needs to be a central part of my life, but I also didn't expect to secretly like my math class, so there you go. I will almost certainly blog again, perhaps even soon, but I am also anxious to explore the discipline required of other forms of writing (by which I do NOT mean academic papers for undergraduate courses, thankyousweetJesus). I am convinced that blogging is here to stay, though the craft will continue to morph as technology and sensibilities change.
Oh, the last round of limericks? You're all winners, but you knew that. I realized that we didn't really need another limerick contest; the community had moved beyond that. But my loyal little cadre of regular contributors will all find a little something on their doorsteps later this summer.
I would not trade a single moment of the last two years: they have been the richest of my life. Yes, there has been drudgery and trepidation and tedium, but in greater abundance there has been excitement and discovery and joy. I am grateful beyond measure for my time at Hamline, for this blog, and most importantly, for you. Talk to you soon.
5.31.2009
And again with the Perfect Planter
I am happy to report that the Perfect Planter has found a mate. Thanks to generous graduation gifts, a beautiful copper (colored; I think it's steel, just like Serra's sculptures) planter found its way home from Tangletown Gardens yesterday. For those of you who are linguists, Tangletown means super-fricking-overpriced in several languages. But it's still a pretty place to go. And, of course, it is across the street from Mecca.
Bids and Turns
-posted by the Sous Blogger
Wow. Is it ever fun to have a command performance and cheering from the crowds. I feel so *wanted* - which, in case you didn't read the whole article in the NYTimes magazine a few weeks ago (and I know for sure at least one of you didn't) is exactly what turns women on. That may or may not be of interest to the readership in general.
I've been thinking for quite a while about the work of John Gottman, and how some of his ideas relate to blogkeeping. Gottman is the psychologist who was featured in Malcolm Gladwell's "Blink." He and his wife Julie work at the University of Washington doing research and clinical work on marriage and partner relationships. His undergrad degree was in math, and he's also a really good clinical therapist. So, in a field of generally crap research, he's a rare commodity who knows how to design a valid research protocol *and* do good therapy. They study couples, but they're interested in creating a science of relationships, and I really think their work generalizes to all human interactions in a very rich way.
They believe that intimacy is skill-based and behavioral, therefore teachable and learnable. It comes from a million small moments of mindful connectedness - call and response. Gottman reminds us that good relationships are really just one long conversation.
A bid is any small request for connection. A turn is how the other person responds. Bids can be spoken, or gestured, or written. The corresponding turn can complete a nice loop (turn towards), drop the ball (turn away), or harm the connection (turn against). The sweetest relationships are built on a rolling series of positive bids and turns.
To do this requires emotional intelligence. Another hero of ours, Daniel Goleman, was asked to give a one-sentence definition of EI, and said this: "Emotional intelligence is the ability to have an accurate hunch about what it's like to be the other person, and to act on it."
For a long time I've thought that blogging is a very fun series of bids - each post becomes a bid. Part of what has made it so good here is that there have been turns, too, and that's a hard thing to accomplish in a blog. The sparks ignite and we all feel part of something when the commenters start commenting to each other, and the authors pretend to arbitrate, and so on. That cascade creates community and connectedness and everybody has a better day as a result.
Uh oh. I was going to write much more, and certainly much better, but I have to go play F, F# and G in the handbell choir in 52 minutes, and that means getting in the shower right this instant. I'll be back.
***************
Later that same day . . .
OK, I'm back from bells. I'd say I held my own on two out of three tunes, and completely unraveled during the last one. Oh well. No more bells until fall.
And now back to me.
I have loved the limerick contests here at G40 - I think maybe we took the blog form (and the limerick form) to a higher level. I learned that I can crank out 4-6 crappy limericks in ten minutes by thinking up three words that rhyme and then back-filling with other nonsense, plus two more other-rhyming words. This results in quantity, but no quality. For the really good stuff, you have to turn to the work of everyone else who's ever stopped in here.
What I'm the happiest about is that I got to be here on the front end of creating and defining the role of sous-blogger. We invented it together, and it became more fun than I could have imagined. When the complete history of the Internet is written, (probably by a robot named iGoogle06724) this will be the first place to make use of sous blogging.
*****************
Stephanie, I apologize for not starting a contest to name the next blog, because it was a really good idea. I was overwhelmed with The Caring and The Extreme Irritation all week, and didn't have time to go rogue.
In these waning hours, I'm suggesting that it's not too late to post your ideas here. My favorite, which I didn't invent, is Made Up Mind, and I offer it for your consideration.
Others?
- Deb, signing off
Wow. Is it ever fun to have a command performance and cheering from the crowds. I feel so *wanted* - which, in case you didn't read the whole article in the NYTimes magazine a few weeks ago (and I know for sure at least one of you didn't) is exactly what turns women on. That may or may not be of interest to the readership in general.
I've been thinking for quite a while about the work of John Gottman, and how some of his ideas relate to blogkeeping. Gottman is the psychologist who was featured in Malcolm Gladwell's "Blink." He and his wife Julie work at the University of Washington doing research and clinical work on marriage and partner relationships. His undergrad degree was in math, and he's also a really good clinical therapist. So, in a field of generally crap research, he's a rare commodity who knows how to design a valid research protocol *and* do good therapy. They study couples, but they're interested in creating a science of relationships, and I really think their work generalizes to all human interactions in a very rich way.
They believe that intimacy is skill-based and behavioral, therefore teachable and learnable. It comes from a million small moments of mindful connectedness - call and response. Gottman reminds us that good relationships are really just one long conversation.
A bid is any small request for connection. A turn is how the other person responds. Bids can be spoken, or gestured, or written. The corresponding turn can complete a nice loop (turn towards), drop the ball (turn away), or harm the connection (turn against). The sweetest relationships are built on a rolling series of positive bids and turns.
To do this requires emotional intelligence. Another hero of ours, Daniel Goleman, was asked to give a one-sentence definition of EI, and said this: "Emotional intelligence is the ability to have an accurate hunch about what it's like to be the other person, and to act on it."
For a long time I've thought that blogging is a very fun series of bids - each post becomes a bid. Part of what has made it so good here is that there have been turns, too, and that's a hard thing to accomplish in a blog. The sparks ignite and we all feel part of something when the commenters start commenting to each other, and the authors pretend to arbitrate, and so on. That cascade creates community and connectedness and everybody has a better day as a result.
Uh oh. I was going to write much more, and certainly much better, but I have to go play F, F# and G in the handbell choir in 52 minutes, and that means getting in the shower right this instant. I'll be back.
***************
Later that same day . . .
OK, I'm back from bells. I'd say I held my own on two out of three tunes, and completely unraveled during the last one. Oh well. No more bells until fall.
And now back to me.
I have loved the limerick contests here at G40 - I think maybe we took the blog form (and the limerick form) to a higher level. I learned that I can crank out 4-6 crappy limericks in ten minutes by thinking up three words that rhyme and then back-filling with other nonsense, plus two more other-rhyming words. This results in quantity, but no quality. For the really good stuff, you have to turn to the work of everyone else who's ever stopped in here.
What I'm the happiest about is that I got to be here on the front end of creating and defining the role of sous-blogger. We invented it together, and it became more fun than I could have imagined. When the complete history of the Internet is written, (probably by a robot named iGoogle06724) this will be the first place to make use of sous blogging.
*****************
Stephanie, I apologize for not starting a contest to name the next blog, because it was a really good idea. I was overwhelmed with The Caring and The Extreme Irritation all week, and didn't have time to go rogue.
In these waning hours, I'm suggesting that it's not too late to post your ideas here. My favorite, which I didn't invent, is Made Up Mind, and I offer it for your consideration.
Others?
- Deb, signing off
5.30.2009
Say it with me . . . .
Sous! Sous! Sous! Sous! Sous! Sous! Sous!
I think we can all agree that we need—one last time—to hear pearls of wisdom from our dear and much-tolerated Sous Blogger.
I think we can all agree that we need—one last time—to hear pearls of wisdom from our dear and much-tolerated Sous Blogger.
5.29.2009
When the bee stings
Things I will not miss about my recent college experience:
1. 20-year-old women dressed like frumpy whores
2. Small group work during class (code for the prof would like a break, so uses this lame pedagogical tic and tries to convince us that she is developing our critical thinking chops. Bull. Shit.)
3. Not playing the piano during a certain hour of the week you'd think I would be playing the piano.
4. The way the practice rooms smell like moldy armpits.
5. The wait for the computers to log in the basement computer lab.
6. The walk to my car against the wind on a freezing/snowy/stormy/rainy day after class.
7. Night classes (never. again.)
8. Moist hegemony
9. Unclear syllabi
10. The commuter center
11. Science
12. Taking, rather than teaching, some classes
13. The whining of the kiddies (some may find this ironic)
14. The Hamline Plan
1. 20-year-old women dressed like frumpy whores
2. Small group work during class (code for the prof would like a break, so uses this lame pedagogical tic and tries to convince us that she is developing our critical thinking chops. Bull. Shit.)
3. Not playing the piano during a certain hour of the week you'd think I would be playing the piano.
4. The way the practice rooms smell like moldy armpits.
5. The wait for the computers to log in the basement computer lab.
6. The walk to my car against the wind on a freezing/snowy/stormy/rainy day after class.
7. Night classes (never. again.)
8. Moist hegemony
9. Unclear syllabi
10. The commuter center
11. Science
12. Taking, rather than teaching, some classes
13. The whining of the kiddies (some may find this ironic)
14. The Hamline Plan
5.28.2009
End times
I've been thinking about how empty and meaningless your lives are going to be without this blog, and now some of you are even threatening me with harm should I shut it down (and let's be clear: I AM shutting it down). One mean lady (she's essentially French and can't help it) intimated that I alone will be responsible for world hunger if I quit producing this blog. Another has said that he's likely to turn to meth without my blog to read. Okay, he didn't actually say that, but I think it's likely.
Here's my best advice. Read. A. Book.
Here's my best advice. Read. A. Book.
As it should be
Even though it's been almost two years, I know that the earth is returning to its regular orbit because this morning I started piano lessons again with Stephanie. Yay for me! Those of you who know things that I have judiciously kept out of this blog know that this is a Very. Good. Thing.
No more recital music. All new repertoire, some of which is still under consideration.
So happy.
No more recital music. All new repertoire, some of which is still under consideration.
So happy.
5.26.2009
Raindrops on roses
In the waning days of Going40, I thought I'd start a list of my favorite parts of the last two years. I'll add to this post as I think of things, so check back every. possible. minute.
1. Walking across campus on a beautiful day
2. Learning, or starting to learn, German
3. Big, cheap blueberry muffins at Klas
4. Laughing with my classmates
5. NCUR
6. My first semester 4.0
7. My second semester 4.0
8. Prof K
9. Writing
10. Checking for comments on Going40
11. Turning 40
12. The nap after the Twin Cities marathon
13. Discovering Oceanaire
14. My mother's wedding
15. Facebook
16. The orange quilt from my father
17. Triumphing, in a half-hearted way, over the adversity that is math
18. Liberty Frozen Custard
19. Tom (see comments)
20. Limericks
21. My partner (who has complained vociferously about his not being on this list yet)
22. Studying on the front porch
23. Learning at an advanced age
24. Having a sous blogger
25. Having a sous blogger who's all the boss of me
26. 376263
27. Access to all of Minnesota's college libraries
28. Searching journal articles online (students have it SO easy today)
29. Writing papers (good ones, damit)
30. Self-righteous indignation over my linguistics grade
31. Deciding that magna cum laude reflects both achievement and a full life, while summa represents unattractive single-mindedness
32. Alex Ross
33. My blogging buddies: WG, Squab, Meema, eWAC, Catchup, Lass, Ln, Native
34. English department courses
1. Walking across campus on a beautiful day
2. Learning, or starting to learn, German
3. Big, cheap blueberry muffins at Klas
4. Laughing with my classmates
5. NCUR
6. My first semester 4.0
7. My second semester 4.0
8. Prof K
9. Writing
10. Checking for comments on Going40
11. Turning 40
12. The nap after the Twin Cities marathon
13. Discovering Oceanaire
14. My mother's wedding
15. Facebook
16. The orange quilt from my father
17. Triumphing, in a half-hearted way, over the adversity that is math
18. Liberty Frozen Custard
19. Tom (see comments)
20. Limericks
21. My partner (who has complained vociferously about his not being on this list yet)
22. Studying on the front porch
23. Learning at an advanced age
24. Having a sous blogger
25. Having a sous blogger who's all the boss of me
26. 376263
27. Access to all of Minnesota's college libraries
28. Searching journal articles online (students have it SO easy today)
29. Writing papers (good ones, damit)
30. Self-righteous indignation over my linguistics grade
31. Deciding that magna cum laude reflects both achievement and a full life, while summa represents unattractive single-mindedness
32. Alex Ross
33. My blogging buddies: WG, Squab, Meema, eWAC, Catchup, Lass, Ln, Native
34. English department courses
5.25.2009
To sum up
The festivities are finally over. A brief summary:
1. Recital: very fun. I'm pleased with the results, the crowd, the afterglow, and of course, my outfit. Seriously, it was quite a good experience.
2. Family: my mother and her husband, my father and partner, and both sisters came to attend all or part of the festivities. We all had a wonderful weekend together, and I'm grateful for their presence (and unnecessarily and unexpectedly, their presents).
3. Commencement: I can't lie. Crossing that stage is something I will never, ever forget. Ceremonies are boring, and this one was no exception, but corny as it may be, putting on that cap and gown and gold tassle meant something. I was proud to graduate, and to graduate magna cum laude with a 3.859 GPA.
4. My partner: Along with my friends, Eric was an amazing support through all this, not just the weekend, but the last two years. Enough so that now he's sick as a dog, trying to recover from strep throat.
How do I know this is all really over? I spent part of today choosing new piano repertoire and researching grad school programs.
1. Recital: very fun. I'm pleased with the results, the crowd, the afterglow, and of course, my outfit. Seriously, it was quite a good experience.
2. Family: my mother and her husband, my father and partner, and both sisters came to attend all or part of the festivities. We all had a wonderful weekend together, and I'm grateful for their presence (and unnecessarily and unexpectedly, their presents).
3. Commencement: I can't lie. Crossing that stage is something I will never, ever forget. Ceremonies are boring, and this one was no exception, but corny as it may be, putting on that cap and gown and gold tassle meant something. I was proud to graduate, and to graduate magna cum laude with a 3.859 GPA.
4. My partner: Along with my friends, Eric was an amazing support through all this, not just the weekend, but the last two years. Enough so that now he's sick as a dog, trying to recover from strep throat.
How do I know this is all really over? I spent part of today choosing new piano repertoire and researching grad school programs.
5.24.2009
Perfect planter redux
three hundred bucks.
5.23.2009
The Story of It
There was a time—remember that time?—when you missed out on something important. You didn't achieve what you wanted, or you tried to do something that didn't work out. The experience stung, but you forgot about It and moved on. Or maybe you resolved to fix It right away, and did. Or maybe you put It away (It was only a little black speck of a thing anyway), giving It a little space.
It was an annoyance, but It resided in the back of your mind, that little speck, with your other neglected memories, long-solved problems, and discarded plans.
For some of you, It was content back there, along for a ride, not causing you many problems. But for the rest of you, It morphed; no longer a simple annoyance, It began to take up more than its fair share of space, intruding on the rest of your life, becoming untenable, a hostile invader.
At some point, It demanded action. With so much time gone by, satisfying It was no easy matter. It demanded tenacity, even a bit of cleverness. But you'd been around long enough to know that you could take care of It. And you did. When you had finished It, you were amazed at how brightly It shone; It gleamed in the sun, catching the light just so.
After all your friends congratulated you on your accomplishment, It took up residence in that space that had been waiting for It. It could't begin to fill up all the space you had created for It.
But It was content, and as time went by, It grew: not too much, certainly not out of proportion to its importance, but filling out that empty space quite nicely. And even better, that ungainly space—with time and inattention—receded, until It and that space were one, inseparable and satisfying.
Happiness is the color orange.
It was an annoyance, but It resided in the back of your mind, that little speck, with your other neglected memories, long-solved problems, and discarded plans.
For some of you, It was content back there, along for a ride, not causing you many problems. But for the rest of you, It morphed; no longer a simple annoyance, It began to take up more than its fair share of space, intruding on the rest of your life, becoming untenable, a hostile invader.
At some point, It demanded action. With so much time gone by, satisfying It was no easy matter. It demanded tenacity, even a bit of cleverness. But you'd been around long enough to know that you could take care of It. And you did. When you had finished It, you were amazed at how brightly It shone; It gleamed in the sun, catching the light just so.
After all your friends congratulated you on your accomplishment, It took up residence in that space that had been waiting for It. It could't begin to fill up all the space you had created for It.
But It was content, and as time went by, It grew: not too much, certainly not out of proportion to its importance, but filling out that empty space quite nicely. And even better, that ungainly space—with time and inattention—receded, until It and that space were one, inseparable and satisfying.
Happiness is the color orange.
A normal Saturday
Coffee, puppy tails from Isle Bun, a walk with the dog, a college diploma. Boring.
5.22.2009
You know what's cool?
So many things, but among the attendees tonight, there were several parents with small children in attendance. Some brought kids, others arranged for babysitters, or juggled with another parent. Whatever they did, it was a lot of work, on a school night, and I'm so grateful. My life is so easy. Anne and Angie and Christian and Heather and Mark and Caytie and Marcela and Elise and anyone I'm forgetting because it's late and I've had a lot of not-so-innocent punch: I admire you!
About to take a bow
As fun as it is to liveblog, it turns out the people with real cameras get better pictures. I'm extending my sous blogger agency and adding photos from Angie and Eric.
I love these pictures.
(And I'm glad The Chef understands the auteur-like nature of my work here.)
-posted by the Sous Blogger
During the encore
I took no photos until the encore, when it seemed like it wouldn't be back luck or bad manners.
- posted by the Sous Blogger
5.21.2009
Confident at the half
Though I am such a baby I started crying at the end of the Chopin, I
was so relieved it was over.
was so relieved it was over.
[typos courtesy of iPhone]
7:26 pm
A small portion of the large audience is pictured here, synchronizing their iPhones.
- posted by the Sous Blogger
Live blogging recital
Just kidding! But I am backstage and just heard Eric laugh, so I'm
relieved that someone is here. See you after.
relieved that someone is here. See you after.
[typos courtesy of iPhone]
Limerick deadline extended
Per many suggestions the new deadline will be Saturday May 23, 4:00pm.
[typos courtesy of iPhone]
5.20.2009
Oops
I think I accidentally aced my last final. All done. I actually got
goosebumps walking away from campus.
goosebumps walking away from campus.
[typos courtesy of iPhone]
5.19.2009
5.18.2009
Feelin' good from my head to my shoes
So here's the thing. It's a gorgeous day out. I just played the HELL out of my piano jury. I have a lot of work ahead of me this week, but you know what? I've decided (drumroll, please) that being an uptight J is not going to help me this week. If I don't enjoy this week, it's going to be over and I will have missed it. I have been waiting for this week for N-I-N-E-T-E-E-N years. I can study for my finals and take them, understanding that I'll probably do fine, may do super, and in the end it's not going to matter all that much. I can continue to practice and fine-hone my programme (I'm British), understanding that I'm going to have a supportive, eager audience that wants to hear me play well. AND I get to see almost all of my family this week. AND I get to graduate from college. AND I have the most supportive spouse in the universe.
No sarcasm here. Just a bit of pop psychology to start the week. So there.
No sarcasm here. Just a bit of pop psychology to start the week. So there.
5.17.2009
Fortified for the week ahead
Tonight's dinner:
Smoked Trout Mousse
Asparagus and Gruyere Bread Pudding
Salad of Green Beans, Asparagus, Peas, and Baby Garden Greens with Creme Fraiche Lemon Viniagrette
Navarin of Lamb with Ramps, New Potatoes, Carrots, and Snap Peas
Hot from the oven Berenbaum butter rolls
French Laundry Lemon Tart with Whipped Cream, Honey, and Mascarpone
Not at a restaurant. Right here at home, made collaboratively with friends. We are full, and we are sated, and we. are. ready.
Smoked Trout Mousse
Asparagus and Gruyere Bread Pudding
Salad of Green Beans, Asparagus, Peas, and Baby Garden Greens with Creme Fraiche Lemon Viniagrette
Navarin of Lamb with Ramps, New Potatoes, Carrots, and Snap Peas
Hot from the oven Berenbaum butter rolls
French Laundry Lemon Tart with Whipped Cream, Honey, and Mascarpone
Not at a restaurant. Right here at home, made collaboratively with friends. We are full, and we are sated, and we. are. ready.
5.15.2009
Clarification
Some have suggested (okay, one, and that was the underworked sous blogger), that I might enjoy law school next. I told her, and I tell you now, that I immediately thought of three things I would enjoy more than law school.
1. Pulling out all my fingernails
2. Working with heavy machinery at a tool and die (or dye, as I originally wrote)
3. Vaginal intercourse
1. Pulling out all my fingernails
2. Working with heavy machinery at a tool and die (or dye, as I originally wrote)
3. Vaginal intercourse
Speaking to the board
Is fun. We were all awesome. I totally want to testify at a
congressional hearing next.
congressional hearing next.
[typos courtesy of iPhone]
5.14.2009
Triumph des Menschengeistes
As I write this, I am moved by the profound coincidence that one week from this very moment, overwhelming applause still ringing in my ears, I will sit down at the piano in Sundin Hall to begin my senior recital (only nineteen short years after the first time that was supposed to happen, for those keeping score at home). It seems appropriate, what with things wrapping up and all (and yes, that includes Going40, which goes away May 31), to reflect back as only our fair readership can. That's right, it's LIMERICK TIME! Our final limerick contest. Your poems should be appropriate to the times (but please, nothing too congratulatory; I'm just a simple country boy). The prize will be glorious, the judge astute and eminent. The contest ends at 6:59pm, Thursday, May 21 (at which points your butts had better be in their seats at Sundin Hall—there are, by the way, very few excused absences being offered).
Limerickten Sie!
Limerickten Sie!
Continuing the countdown
No more biology classes, ever ever again (we'll just pretend next week's final doesn't exist). As a sign of my commitment to the subject, I've already sold back my books. Tomorrow I'll presenting to the Board of Trustees, with Prof K and two other student researchers, a summary of my research. Giving me five minutes and a free microphone in front of the Board is not one of Prof K's most prudent decisions. She should be scared.
What's left? Here's the schedule:
Monday, 9:49am. Piano Jury
Tuesday, 10:00am, German Final; 12:15p Final recital runthrough
Wednesday, 7:45am Biology Final (the answers, by the way, are a. biodiversity; b. endemism; c. keystone species; and d. albedo effect)
Thursday, 7:30pm, I can't remember exactly, but it involves a new outfit
Friday, Not One Damn Thing.
Saturday, 11:30am Commencement
What's left? Here's the schedule:
Monday, 9:49am. Piano Jury
Tuesday, 10:00am, German Final; 12:15p Final recital runthrough
Wednesday, 7:45am Biology Final (the answers, by the way, are a. biodiversity; b. endemism; c. keystone species; and d. albedo effect)
Thursday, 7:30pm, I can't remember exactly, but it involves a new outfit
Friday, Not One Damn Thing.
Saturday, 11:30am Commencement
5.13.2009
Does anyone else think
that I'm a bit much? I mean, really, how much psychic space should my recital and impending graduation be taking up in everyone's lives, or even in my own? It's all I can fricking think about. I'm so sorry to be such a burden to you all. Fear not, it will all be over soon.
5.12.2009
I am thankful that . . .
. . . I never have to go to another biology lab for the rest of my life, forever and ever. Amen.
5.11.2009
A rare bit of cheery news
Hello,
As my trusty sous blogger has indicated, things have been a bit, um, hectic. But the good news is that I have been officially cleared for commencement as of this morning (there had been a hold up with some transfer credits). A very big WHEW.
Onward.
As my trusty sous blogger has indicated, things have been a bit, um, hectic. But the good news is that I have been officially cleared for commencement as of this morning (there had been a hold up with some transfer credits). A very big WHEW.
Onward.
5.10.2009
Update from the Sous Blogger
It's been a little thin around here, hasn't it? Even I (the sous blogger) have been somewhat off duty, what with trying to stay in business, and maximizing a trip to Boston for a conference and some goofing off, and s-l-o-w-l-y learning to cook. They had a little add-on at the conference about the Enneagram, which has a large cult following, sort of like the Myers-Briggs. I found out that I'm a 2 ("the giver") with a 3 wing ("the achiever"), and The Blogger is a 9 ("the peacemaker") with a 1 wing ("the perfectionist"). It seems a little more astrology-like than the MBTI, but maybe that's just because it's new to me.
I did actually see The Blogger Himself In Person this week. He played very well at piano club Thursday night. I bought a little bio-feedback thingy when I was in Boston, and we all tried playing piano while it was monitoring stress levels. Details of this experiment will be reported at another time, due to HIPAA regulations. I can tell you, though, that his programme for the recital is so beautiful, and the music he's finding in it is so rich, you're out of your mind if you don't cancel the rest of your life in order to attend.
Thursday, May 21, 7:30 PM.
Sundin Hall on the Hamline campus.
In other news, His hair is longer than I've seen it ever, except in pictures from junior high, which makes it look darker than I'm used to. I surreptitiously studied it a little, and have full confidence that the dark is due to the length, and not the result of some man-made product. (However, you should drop everything in order to see Eric's hair this coming Tuesday night.)
The biggest stressor for Him has been the conceptualization, planning, and acquisition of performancewear, and I'm happy to report that yesterday represented a huge success in that area. The remaining concerns are: tasteful splash of pocket square color, yes or no?, and can we get Sundin Hall repainted a tasteful warm white in the next ten days? As you can well understand, a *lot* of brain time and energy is going into these last details. And oh by the way, classes, labs, papers, finals, piles of work, blah, blah, blah.
I suppose, for the sake of full disclosure, I should add that He's had a migraine every day this week due to His delicate nature, and is pretty much just living on Imitrex.
As you probably know, He's a Myers-Briggs J (INFJ, actually) and his J-ness is craving completion. Craving. Catastrophically. Ready to explode. I am a P, and my P-ness points out once again that finishing this chapter is about stamina and time management. He's hurtling to the finish line, which is rushing toward him at the speed of light.
Over and out.
. . .heh. heh. heh. she said P-ness. . .
- posted by the Sous Blogger, on behalf of the Blogger Himself
I did actually see The Blogger Himself In Person this week. He played very well at piano club Thursday night. I bought a little bio-feedback thingy when I was in Boston, and we all tried playing piano while it was monitoring stress levels. Details of this experiment will be reported at another time, due to HIPAA regulations. I can tell you, though, that his programme for the recital is so beautiful, and the music he's finding in it is so rich, you're out of your mind if you don't cancel the rest of your life in order to attend.
Thursday, May 21, 7:30 PM.
Sundin Hall on the Hamline campus.
In other news, His hair is longer than I've seen it ever, except in pictures from junior high, which makes it look darker than I'm used to. I surreptitiously studied it a little, and have full confidence that the dark is due to the length, and not the result of some man-made product. (However, you should drop everything in order to see Eric's hair this coming Tuesday night.)
The biggest stressor for Him has been the conceptualization, planning, and acquisition of performancewear, and I'm happy to report that yesterday represented a huge success in that area. The remaining concerns are: tasteful splash of pocket square color, yes or no?, and can we get Sundin Hall repainted a tasteful warm white in the next ten days? As you can well understand, a *lot* of brain time and energy is going into these last details. And oh by the way, classes, labs, papers, finals, piles of work, blah, blah, blah.
I suppose, for the sake of full disclosure, I should add that He's had a migraine every day this week due to His delicate nature, and is pretty much just living on Imitrex.
As you probably know, He's a Myers-Briggs J (INFJ, actually) and his J-ness is craving completion. Craving. Catastrophically. Ready to explode. I am a P, and my P-ness points out once again that finishing this chapter is about stamina and time management. He's hurtling to the finish line, which is rushing toward him at the speed of light.
Over and out.
. . .heh. heh. heh. she said P-ness. . .
- posted by the Sous Blogger, on behalf of the Blogger Himself
5.07.2009
Full circle
research teeth. So super duper special. I kind of sucked at the honors
recital. Fine.
5.06.2009
Whirling dervish
Oh, hello. To Bemidji. Funeral. Back from Bemidji. Way too much work. Practice piano. A million other things. Blah.
Tomorrow, no class. It's Honors Day. I will play in the Honors Recital. One movement from the Ravel Sonatine. Four minutes and done.
Then, I give my NCUR presentation one more time. For all of you unable to make it to LaCrosse (which was, let's face it, all of you), here's a great excuse to skip out of work and listen to some academic-speak. It promises to be hegemonorrific. And more than a little moist.
Because I know you won't want to miss it:
Multidisciplinary Scholarship Panel Presentation
Session II: 3:15-4:30 p.m.
Giddens/Alumni Learning Center, Room 106W
In addition to my presentation, the other panelists will include:
a. “About Me": Self Disclosure on the Social Networking Site, Facebook - A Cross Cultural and Cross Gender Content Analysis
b. Robots, Pilots, and the Endless Waltz of Battle: Examining Japanese Postwar Historical Consciousness through the Mecha Anime Genre
c. Dystopian Film: The Paradox of Critical Entertainment
Good stuff, all.
Tomorrow, no class. It's Honors Day. I will play in the Honors Recital. One movement from the Ravel Sonatine. Four minutes and done.
Then, I give my NCUR presentation one more time. For all of you unable to make it to LaCrosse (which was, let's face it, all of you), here's a great excuse to skip out of work and listen to some academic-speak. It promises to be hegemonorrific. And more than a little moist.
Because I know you won't want to miss it:
Multidisciplinary Scholarship Panel Presentation
Session II: 3:15-4:30 p.m.
Giddens/Alumni Learning Center, Room 106W
In addition to my presentation, the other panelists will include:
a. “About Me": Self Disclosure on the Social Networking Site, Facebook - A Cross Cultural and Cross Gender Content Analysis
b. Robots, Pilots, and the Endless Waltz of Battle: Examining Japanese Postwar Historical Consciousness through the Mecha Anime Genre
c. Dystopian Film: The Paradox of Critical Entertainment
Good stuff, all.
5.03.2009
5.02.2009
A bar with a view
4.30.2009
Die Blumen
an exam) was half so appealing.
4.29.2009
Jesus feels better with a Persian rug in the den
He doesn't, however, feel so good that I left my SA fountain soda tumbler in the photo. There's another one (rug, not soda, and no they don't match because that would be gross) by the piano. And there's a third one crying piteously that I left it behind. I may have to rectify that. It was also fun to see one of the original Wayzata estates, built in 1929.
One for the ladies who love the ladies
From xkcd:
This morning's blog prolificacy, by the bye, is NOT about piano practice avoidance. It is about German grammar review avoidance. Very different animals.
Lame lame
One of Hamline's most pathetic entities is the Office of Commuter Connections. This is Hamline's attempt to make its increasingly non-resident students feel welcome and loved. The commuter lounge is in a dark, unattractive basement (having been kicked out of newly remodeled prime real estate in the library earlier this year), and serves absolutely no purpose. Every so often the office, in an attempt to justify its existence, offers superfun events. Today's special doings include "guess what's in the jar and win a $15 gas card." Woohoo! But, even better (sit down before you read this, because it is soooo exciting):
We will also have board games and amazing snacks like Doritos, Wheat Thins, Lays barbeque chips, baked Lays, Oreos, Ritz Bitz, and a lot more!!I. Can. Hardly. Wait.
Something's coming
When I woke up yesterday morning, something had changed. I had been waiting for it, and knew that it would hit soon, but was unsure exactly when. A very precise but hard-to-define feeling: as of yesterday, everything I do is about performing my recital. It's almost a physical sensation. Chores and studying and work are either an irritating interruption or welcome distraction from practicing. If I'm online I'm either avoiding the piano or taking a well-deserved break. If I'm not thinking about the music itself, I'm humming or mindlessly tapping it on my knee. I'm very inwardly focused, which makes me seem rude and selfish (some of you might not note much of a difference). I'm reminded a bit of a certain skier/triathlete I know, the morning of a race. Except—lucky Eric—I'm still more than three weeks away from the event.
4.28.2009
What to wear?
suberb, features teal upholstery, neo-something columns, and past-its-
prime-salmon walls? Surely I can't be the only one fretting about this.
Things I'd rather do than attend bio lab today
1. Practice the piano
2. Eat a decent lunch
3. Anything
4.27.2009
It's official
I have senioritis. I have zero interest in learning anything. I am irritated by the pathetic pedagogical attempts of every teacher I have ever had, and particularly those I have now (no offense). I resent all homework, every exam, each moment I must spend looking up some lame word or term. I hate the time it takes to log on a computer at the library. I hate the way the worker's glove looks condensed with moisture at the Klas snack bar. I want to burn all my textbooks. I hate the humid, musty, neglected smell of the music building. I hate all the handmade posters on butcher paper on the railings of every building for dance team tryouts, choir concerts, and student government involvement. I want to be a normal adult, with normal problems. I want nothing to do with children who think the fall of the Berlin Wall coincides with the civil war and the alleged birth of Christ. In short: I. Am. Done.
Except for that I'm not.
4.25.2009
4.23.2009
Form, meet function
Humble materials, basic design, but a great result. These are littered about the courtyard of a new apartment building near us; Viggo and I stopped to admire during our warm, windy walk.
4.22.2009
4.20.2009
Triptych
Kitchen counter detail, Still Life with Bowls and Unsightly Cords
Kitchen counter, upon our return this evening
The responsible party
Nothing broken, and nothing in the bowls in the first place. Just a very curious, very smart, very bad dog.
Kitchen counter, upon our return this evening
The responsible party
Nothing broken, and nothing in the bowls in the first place. Just a very curious, very smart, very bad dog.
4.18.2009
I heart LaCrosse
This morning, I made it my mission to support the economy of downtown LaCrosse until I can return. Grabbed an au lait at Grounded Specialty Coffee, then breakfast (again) at Fayze's. I stumbled into Leithold's Music, which has been in business since the late 1800's (and looks it). A community band was rehearsing in the basement, and I perused obscure scores, the likes of which I haven't seen since shopping in Chicago several years ago. Weird. I got 50% off original prices (and some of those original prices were from the 1980s) on piano and organ music by Wallingford Riegger, Robert Casadesus, Ron Boud, Jan Bender, William Bates, Donald Busarow, Adrian Self, Noel Goemanne, and a kickass suite of compositions by Flor Peeters arranged for harpsichord and chamber organ, which Doppelgänger and I will someday perform. Then it was off to Dale Street Clothing, one of those odd stores, like a clothing store we like in Fargo, that has all sorts of cool stuff you don't expect to see in a smaller market. Three shirts and a jacket later (again, 50% off), I headed to Pearl Street Books and picked up works by Oliver Sacks and Truman Capote. Finally, I ran into friends at Pearl Street Confectioners, where I knew I'd need to procure Eric some candy, and ended up getting ice cream with them, for the third time this trip. I will come rolling home shortly. This trip has been great fun.
Where's my book?
If I am reading this correctly, Going40 would have a book deal by now if my readership worked harder. Get on that.
4.17.2009
Our Queen
going to hike up a bluff tomorrow morning and plant it in a castle
that someone saw above campus. Don't ask. Things have degenerated
quite a bit.
An intimate dinner for 37
The Hamline kiddies, faculty, and I are all having dinner tonight, on
Hamline's dime. We are laughing a lot, and Prof K just ate an entire
bloomin' onion. Good times.
Hamline's dime. We are laughing a lot, and Prof K just ate an entire
bloomin' onion. Good times.
[typos courtesy of iPhone]
My European vacation
Cathedral, built in 1962. Kind of stunning in a Wisconsin kind of way.
4.16.2009
NCUR Presentation
I'll be presenting in just over an hour. I've only managed to re-edit my presentation about 47 times, but I think I'll be okay. You can follow along with the admittedly eclectic visual aids at Everyone's a Critic.
Good morning, boys and girls
It's been quite the adventure thus far, here in LaCrosse. I decided to walk to the university last night to register, using the if-I-were-a-university-in-a-medium-sized-town-where-would-I-be method. So instead of walking 1.6 miles, I walked about 3.5. Now I rely on the shuttles.
This is a crazy operation. Very organized: tote bags, water bottles, presentation books, schedules, signage everywhere, and so forth. Which is appropriate, given that 2,500 of us are presenting over three days. Someone is making a killing on this racket.
I spent most of last night holed up in my room, editing my presentation, and creating a visual representation to show via blog whilst I'm dropping the pears of wisdom. I'll link to that later (don't want to give away the good stuff yet).
Now I'm all dressed up, ready to catch a shuttle to UWLA. I'm going to catch some other presentations before my own at 2:45pm. I will also be posting some of my favorite project titles, because, holy crap, people will research just. about. anything.
Here we go!
This is a crazy operation. Very organized: tote bags, water bottles, presentation books, schedules, signage everywhere, and so forth. Which is appropriate, given that 2,500 of us are presenting over three days. Someone is making a killing on this racket.
I spent most of last night holed up in my room, editing my presentation, and creating a visual representation to show via blog whilst I'm dropping the pears of wisdom. I'll link to that later (don't want to give away the good stuff yet).
Now I'm all dressed up, ready to catch a shuttle to UWLA. I'm going to catch some other presentations before my own at 2:45pm. I will also be posting some of my favorite project titles, because, holy crap, people will research just. about. anything.
Here we go!
4.15.2009
This bar
Is named The Piggy, which is unfortunate, though I hope it means the
pork is good. It could also be named The Cougar, because the clientele
looks they're all here to audition for The Real Housewives of LaCrosse
County. Who knew that silicone was so readily available in this part
of Wisconsin?
pork is good. It could also be named The Cougar, because the clientele
looks they're all here to audition for The Real Housewives of LaCrosse
County. Who knew that silicone was so readily available in this part
of Wisconsin?
Von meinem iPhone gesendet
Registration
When I finally get on my computer I'll catch you up. A looong trip to
the Uni to register (because I'm dumb). For now, a nice bar, a glass
of wine, and pulled pork while I review my presentation.
the Uni to register (because I'm dumb). For now, a nice bar, a glass
of wine, and pulled pork while I review my presentation.
Von meinem iPhone gesendet
So far, bored
Most of the kids are in the back of the bus. Very quiet close to the
front. I've already been annoyed by an earnest conversation about
literary theorists. I should have brought a People magazine.
front. I've already been annoyed by an earnest conversation about
literary theorists. I should have brought a People magazine.
Von meinem iPhone gesendet
Riding the bus (not with my sister)
point of a four day college trip. NCUR 2009 (where N stands for nerd;
and yes Prof K, I include myself in that category). I'll do my best to
bring you the highlights. There may be some lowlights, too. But for
now, all aboard the Northfield Lines charter.
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