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Tuesday, July 08, 2008

  • I am Marianne Dashwood!


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    Hey everyone, what's up? I am currently working at the children's music camp at our church. We are doing a production about Daniel in the Lion Den. Some of my little dancers have the brains of turnips, but that's okay. Some of them are at least trying.

    I have made prints of all my digital photos from Quartz Mountain and am now in the process of making my scrapbook! Yay! It's mostly black and white, and it should be pretty cool. I love scrapbooking.

    We played this lovely game at youth Sunday night called Nukie, or something like that. It involves everyone standing around, and someone has a playground ball. They throw it at someone, and they can run to catch it if need be, but once they have the ball they can't move. You pretty much have to stick the landing. If they do not catch it they are out. Obviously the point being to be the last one in and win.

    I did pretty well I thought. Those huge quarterback guys were playing pretty nice, if I had been a guy they would've played with more cheap shots but I think its safe to say I surprised them with my ball catching ability. Shoot, it was even pretty easy. But like I said, they were going a little easy on me. I am extremely sore though.

    Now, because I haven't done this in a while...




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Monday, June 30, 2008

  • Too Much To Describe



    Acting
    Ballet
    Chorus
    Creative Writing
    Drawing and Painting
    Film and Video
    Modern Dance
    Photography




    So Quartz Mountain was incredible. It was two weeks of tedious rehearsal, bad cafeteria food, refreshing morning classes in yoga and kick boxing, a strenuous mountain climb, late night silliness in the dorm, of adventures with new friends, most of which you can't believe you haven't known your whole life, of performances every night by nationally acclaimed artists and instructors.


    The first week wasn't too hard at all. I was stressed the first day cause I felt pressured to get settled in and make a few friends and I was paranoid about being late for something. Soon everything started to become habit, I pretty much memorized the schedule and got used to lugging my music around and keeping up with a room key. I loved our first week conductor, Dr. David L. Brunner.



    He was so much fun, and very encouraging. I wished I'd prepared the music a little more thoroughly, but it really was fine.

    Almost every night there was an optional Conversation where a faculty person would tell about themselves and answer questions, and a required Performance by another faculty member. There were so many amazing people. I loved the creative writing instructor George Bilgere. Here are a couple of his rocking poems:

    The Table

    Unwise Purchases

    Click here to listen to a recording of George reading some of his poetry for us.

    My favorite was the percussion instructor, Valerie Naranjo. She is a totally and completely amazing lady and an incredible performer. The first time she sat down to play the gyli (african marimba), and sang beautiful tribal songs I was hooked. She played about every other day for us, and we never got tired of hearing her. She taught us to sing along with her, and there was not a soul who didn't feel like jumping up and leaping around.

    Of course we also got to see performances by all the students. The ballet and modern dance was brilliant!!! One of my three roommates was a ballet student. The other two were orchestra. I probably made more orchestra friends than anything else, though of course I had choir friends and two awesome girls from Creative Writing. Didn't really know people from any other discipline.

    We all decided amongst ourselves that they should let us pick one or two other disciplines that we were interested in and give us an afternoon of classes cause we were all insanely curious to know what each other did. Personally, I would pick photography or modern dance.

    Our first performance went very well. It was combined with the orchestra concert so we had to sit backstage and didn't get to hear them at all.

    Our second week conductor was Dr. Pearl Shangkuan. I was quite scared of her at first but at the end we all loved her and pretty much decided she was a SuperNinja at night. She can be very fierce for such a tiny lady but she knows what she wants and insisted we all work our bottoms off. She told us at the beginning fo the first rehearsal that we had to have every note and rhythm down by the end of that first day and that we would drop score on four pieces by the fourth day.

    Memorizing those four pieces didn't turn out to be so hard as I thought. Well, one of them was a pain in the rear, but the point of the whole camp was to challenge ourselves, so it's not like we could complain.

    Anyway we had many adventures. We were transported by bus to a nearby community college for rehearsal two days in a row. Not terribly fun. The room smelled funny and the sandwiches for lunch tasted funnier. Even worse, the bus only held 40 and there were 54 of us.

    Of course not everyone took advantage of the opportunities at this camp. Three kids got sent home for smoking pot. That's a bummer. Overall though it was so so so cool to spend two weeks around 274 other people who loved their discipline and were totally focused on it. Some of those creative writing people were really intense - even if they did get to spend many hours a day laying out by the lake to do their writing.

    These are some of the songs we sang, but they are just YouTube recordings, not us actually singing them. There were several really interesting pieces I couldn't find.

    If you're only going to listen to a couple, I'd pick Duerme, Gamelan, and Amor de mi Alma. Dravidian and Danny Boy are pretty cool.

    "Duerme Negrito" Boy I really didn't like this song.



    "Ave Verum Corpus," William Byrd. Loved this one



    "Gamelan" Oh the pain. The most frustrating piece we did over both weeks. Caused my tongue to become dislocated from my body



    "Sanctus," Leonard Bernstein. This one was pretty fun. We didn't take it this fast though



    "Danny Boy," Joseph Flummerfelt. I don't need to tell you how much we loved it. It was harder to get the nuances right than I expected



    "Dravidian Dithyramb" This is one we had to memorize. Oh, and we did it on na na, as in nanny nanny boo boo, as opposed to nah nah.



    "Amor De Mi Alma," Z. Randall Stroope. My favorite from the first week's pieces. So beautiful. And we did it way better then them.


    "Liebeslieder Waltzes, 9 and 10," Brahms. We did 8, 9 and 11 I believe. We didn't have enough time to do the German diction for 10 and 12. The people on this video do their German differently than we did ours...


    Movements 11 and 12. Again, we did not perform 12


    "Ain't No Grave," Sean Ivory, Paul Caldwell. Ours was way cooler. They pronounce too many consanants here. We had a little more fun and sang it more like a traditional spiritual. I will never forget the first time we came together to sing this piece in rehearsal after learning the work in sectionals. We were all really hyper and pretty much blasted the roof off the auditorium. It gave us goose bumps.



    "Son de Camaguey," Hatfield. This was an audience favorite. Dang the ending was hard. :-I



    "I am in Need of Music," David Brunner. This wasn't my favorite, but it was pretty easy and nice to listen to. It was interesting to do our conductor's own piece



    This is an African Marimba called a gyli. Valerie played this for us with soft mallets acutally and not sticks.



    Sooooo if you're still alive, I'll post some pictures sometime later.

Friday, June 06, 2008

  • She’s seventeen years old, so full of life
    At night she plans and dreams
    She’s going to be an engineer someday
    And teach the Sunday School

    Her dad works hard at his job all day
    And they get by just fine
    When the dishes are done she goes upstairs
    To sing her baby sister a lullaby.

    Next week after school she sings a song
    Her boyfriend is taking her out
    But the evening ends before it begins
    As she collapses and is carried away

    She wonders what has happened
    And what are these machines for
    Through the wires and tubes she holds Mama’s hand
    And tries not to cry too hard.

    Six months later she lies in bed
    Chemo has left her too weak
    She clutches her teddy bear in her arms
    Gotta make it through the day

    Dad sits by her side and holds her hand
    "I love you Daddy," she says
    "When Aunt Kelly comes tomorrow should I put my bear away?
    After all I'm seventeen"

    He holds her and sobs and sends up a prayer
    Lord give us just a few more days -
    You're never too old for teddy bears,
    Only too young to die
     
     

Friday, May 23, 2008

  • Today was my first day as full time “nanny.” My little Charge was still abed when I arrived, and stayed that way for a quiet 45 minutes. The day passed fairly quickly I thought, we watched tv, made cupcakes, ate lunch, and some of the neighborhood girls came over to share the sandbox.


    I have observed that many of the stay at home mothers would greatly benefit from a hobby or something productive to occupy their time. Very lonely people eager to share about their recent tonsillectomies.


    We sort of lost the cat in the afternoon – else, nobody knew where she had gone to. Searching every nook and cranny and even rattling the kitty treat jar did not produce poor Martha. In all probability, she’s just hiding and sleeping, which I tried to convince them of so they didn’t give her up for dead.


    It was a hot and humid day. I will definitely have to think of creative things we can make for lunch – a perfect opportunity to practice cooking skills. If Little Charge doesn’t like potatoes, she will by the time school starts again…


    Have you ever tried crab nachos? These are actually quite delicious. Maybe Little Charge likes crab nachos?




    Currently Reading:

    “A Tree Grows In Brooklyn,” Betty Smith

Saturday, May 17, 2008

  • This morning I woke up with my now-normal intent:
    To do as little work as possible, though my character it does dent.

    If one cannot think of anything inspiring to write poetry about, one usually has to resort to whatever comes to mind, uninspiring as it may be.

    At least I realize that I have innumerable lazy thoughts at any given moment. That is the beginning of altering the offense, no? Motivation, discipline!

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    I spent a nice part of my morning calling insurance people, and by nice, I do not mean that it was a pleasurable experience. I suppose that it wasn't really their fault, only I was kind of nervous and kept waiting for them to say things like "What is the 50 digit number found on the under side of the back bumper - answer in the next 40 seconds or this telephone will self destruct and you will never be allowed car insurance anywhere ever again AND YOU WILL SPEND THE REST OF YOUR DAYS CARPOOLING!!!!!!!!"

    Most likely I am scarred for life and shall never recover. Just for the record, Farm Bureau gets no points for niceness to terrified teenagers being forced by their treacherous parents to approach impending doom.

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    I am a bit dejected at the lack of response to the Uncle Aaron stories. Perhaps you people do not enjoy them quite so much as we did?

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    "To Him We Sing," sung by the Lycoming Choir
    http://www.lycoming.edu/choir/mp3s/singjoyfully/tohimwesing.html

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