Tuesday, April 27, 2010


I love moving!

Sounds a bit weird, I know, but I do it so often that it's not a bother - just something to force to get rid of a bunch of stuff. Actually, it's pretty much the only thing that will get me to go through all my crap, period. It's my spring cleaning. Or something like that.

I just moved into a new place today, and this move was more exciting than usual. Why, you ask? Well, this time, I had movers.

In my former starving student/starving musician days, I've moved everything myself, usually limiting my allowable amount of "stuff" to what can be fit in a minivan. At first this was because that was the vehicle my parents had, but later I decided it was a good amount of not-too-much stuff. (Okay, so I strapped the bed to the top.) I didn't even know it was possible to hire people to move things for you!

But it is, and now that I have a job that pays for things like that, people were hired to move things for me.


There were so many boxes, with random labels like "clothes, shoes" "kitchen" "knick-knacks, instruments" "garage" "baskets" that I usually had no idea what I was unpacking. To make it even more of a surprise, the movers used so much paper to wrap every single thing I owned that there was no way to tell what anything was. I would begin to unwrap what I thought was a mug, to find...paper!...and more paper!...and...a tealight!

It was like Christmas! I didn't care what anything was, but I had so much fun unwrapping it all! And there was so much to unwrap.

"Wow this thing is heavy, and huge! I didn't think I owned a mace...hold on...it's...my lamp! Awesome, I LOVE that lamp!"

"Hey look, candles! No wait, it's...chapstick! YAY!"

Shut up. I had fun.

And you should have SEEN the pile of paper I had going! It was like in the fall when you rake leaves and then jump in them! Except it was paper, and I didn't jump in it. I wanted to though. The pile came up to my waist - out of a box as high as my knees. These guys work some serious magic, I swear. I couldn't even fit the paper back in the box without the dishes and mugs the paper was wrapping.

Or maybe it was a box of holding and I should not have cut it down for recycling....


Sunday, April 25, 2010

Quote of the Day

"You don't need to practice, you've already got the gig!"

I know it's an old joke, but...sigh.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Procrastination wins again.

But when does procrastination ever not win? Certainly hasn't happened in my experience, especially when it involves reeds. I just got new ones. (Yes that is how sad I am right now...not even making my own!) This means they need to be broken in before I can actually play on them. I'm not looking forward to sounding that terrible.

UPDATE: It's been an hour and I've exhausted my capacity for annoyance while trudging through the internet. There was this one spot though, where the view was totally worth it.

Friday, April 23, 2010


Breathing is important. I need to remember to do it. You know, like when playing the bassoon. That's a good time to breathe. Also when watching the playoffs. I must remember to breathe then too.

Oh and case you wandered over here from my basic training blog and are therefore unlikely to know what a bassoon is, here you go!

Yes bassoonists are nerdy. Here is a rare example of one who is not nearly so nerdy.

He is kind of my hero - but so is Alton Brown, so maybe he really is that nerdy.

Nerds! Nerds! Nerds! You can find them everywhere on the internet. This is the little corner where I can be found. Actually I can be found lurking in many corners of the internet. I do that alot. Sure beats street corners.