Tuesday, January 28, 2003

My dad emailed me about this last night. I'm really looking forward to it, even though I know that I can only be let down (I've wanted to see the original for years). But a movie about an army of rats starring Crispin Glover? That's got to be worth something.

Friday, January 24, 2003

When I came into work this afternoon, Aaron had this on the computer. Yeah, we've got a whole lot of free time down there. I think I spend the majority of my time playing internet chess.

If you've never been to the Music Resources Center, it's a dump. Mr. Foster just got rid of a truckload of old LP's (literally, though it was a smallish truck), and the place is still a mess. Mr. Foster is ultra-reluctant to throw anything away; the junk we have is too numerous to mention here, but if you're curious, come down to the Music Building between 4 and 6 weekdays and I'll give you a tour.

Thursday, January 23, 2003

It's a sad internet that has more child porn (or fake child porn, as it might have been) than free study guides to Nabokov's Lolita.

Sunday, January 19, 2003

Some updates in my quest towards instrument construction...

1. ABS plastic, when burned, lets off lethal fumes. Now, I don't have a problem with the concept that my homemade flute could potentially kill someone, but aparently the state of Delaware does.

2. Uncle David (the video store one) could have given me a bear femur to use, if he hadn't gotten rid of it. He does have, however, access to a number of deer bones. I'd be all about a bone flute. I could use it to cast spells on vampires, etc.

Saturday, January 18, 2003

This is pretty funny, if you haven't seen it already. The ones of Arnold are particularly confusing/hilarious.

Thursday, January 16, 2003

Yeah, it's been a while since I've added anything to this dealie. Free time is hard to come by, especially when you're very, very lazy.

These past few days I've been really trying to get back on the instrument making horse after a several month hiatus. I went so far as to order some books through interlibrary loan, so I was serious about getting some results this time. But, as luck would have it, the tubing material I need to cheaply form the body of a flute, clarinet, or whatever, is no longer "in code" for plumbing in Delaware.

Going to Home Depot and other stores looking for stuff to make homemade instruments made me feel a lot like Homer, when he asks his new boss Scorpio where he can buy some "business hammocks." Only instead of Scorpio, imagine a surly Home Depot employee.

Friday, October 11, 2002

I changed my major. Yes, I am a junior. No, I couldn't just stay on as Music Ed.

For me, being a Music Ed. major was a lot like learning how to make a cardboard box. After a while, you're no longer able to pretend to be interested in how they make it, why they make it that way, or what they might eventually put in it. The concept of 2 more full semesters, 2 winter semesters, possible summer semesters, and then a semester of student teaching suddenly began to look like a whole freaking lot of cardboard.

This is not meant to bust on my many friends still in Music Ed. They all have the interest, the talent, and the desire to make it their career. I do not.

So I'm going to be a Music Composition major, which sounds a lot more fancy pants than Music Ed., but I guess that's okay. Mr. Foster once recommended that I become a B.A., since that's what he did. But somehow I think that if I started down the Mr. Foster path, I may someday find myself wearing thirty-year-old suits and rather large glasses. So I think that Comp. is the way to go.

I think I'll model myself after Erik Satie: first by changing my name to "Evin," then by starting an umbrella collection.

And finally, mark your calendars for the Collegium Musicum concert on the 31st (same night as Halloween) at 8 pm... Not so much to hear me sing as to see Rob Bies march in dressed as a king.