3 am hodge podge
3:00 am. It's a nice round number. Something about it makes me smile whenever I'm awake enough to notice. :)
Have I mentioned that I love living eastward of my family? It's nights like these, when I can call my brother at 1:30 in the morning (my time) and not actually wake him up, that I appreciate this the most. Most of the rest of the time, it's simply more convenient for me to call my parents at 11:30 pm my time, 9:30 pm their time, than it is to try earlier in the day when things are still going on.
Speaking of Philippe, he's becoming a stud triathlete. He's competing for CalPoly San Luis Obispo and performing very well. He made up more than 8 minutes on the top swimmer during the bike section of his last race. That's a lot of time over the course of an hour. Over 10%, in fact.
I've played music with a good friend of mine several times this semester. She's a pianist, I'm a clarinetist. Playing music is a wonderful stress reliever, especially given that it's so different from my other activities. Neither of us practices much outside of playing together, but that's the beauty of it: it's an activity that we take seriously enough to derive enjoyment from, but not so seriously that it carries the burden of preparation time.
Of course, it helps that both of us played music seriously at some point in our lives. I love that effort I banked earlier in my life is still paying dividends. No, the notes may not fall under my fingers the way they used to. Nor do I sound as good as I could. But none of that matters when, in the middle of playing a piece, we find ourselves getting lost in the music. There's nothing quite like riding that wave of musical expression where you're simultaneously the creator and the listener, the performer and the audience.
I could devote a whole post to how I interact with music, but I won't. This is the 3 am hodge-podge after all. I also feel like I should have a rousing conclusion to this post, but inspiration eludes me. 'tis early, after all. I guess you'll have to be disappointed. ;)
Have I mentioned that I love living eastward of my family? It's nights like these, when I can call my brother at 1:30 in the morning (my time) and not actually wake him up, that I appreciate this the most. Most of the rest of the time, it's simply more convenient for me to call my parents at 11:30 pm my time, 9:30 pm their time, than it is to try earlier in the day when things are still going on.
Speaking of Philippe, he's becoming a stud triathlete. He's competing for CalPoly San Luis Obispo and performing very well. He made up more than 8 minutes on the top swimmer during the bike section of his last race. That's a lot of time over the course of an hour. Over 10%, in fact.
I've played music with a good friend of mine several times this semester. She's a pianist, I'm a clarinetist. Playing music is a wonderful stress reliever, especially given that it's so different from my other activities. Neither of us practices much outside of playing together, but that's the beauty of it: it's an activity that we take seriously enough to derive enjoyment from, but not so seriously that it carries the burden of preparation time.
Of course, it helps that both of us played music seriously at some point in our lives. I love that effort I banked earlier in my life is still paying dividends. No, the notes may not fall under my fingers the way they used to. Nor do I sound as good as I could. But none of that matters when, in the middle of playing a piece, we find ourselves getting lost in the music. There's nothing quite like riding that wave of musical expression where you're simultaneously the creator and the listener, the performer and the audience.
I could devote a whole post to how I interact with music, but I won't. This is the 3 am hodge-podge after all. I also feel like I should have a rousing conclusion to this post, but inspiration eludes me. 'tis early, after all. I guess you'll have to be disappointed. ;)
posted by Pascal Mickelson at
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