Thursday, November 29, 2007
I guess I can add "professional photographer" to my resumé. Over the past few months I have sold a few photos, one to a company that makes artsy greeting cards and two others to publications (in Europe of all places). Now I am listing some more with a company that sells images; I will be one of their stable of photographers. This is fun, and the extra cash is always appreciated.
I think that I need to get a DSLR if I want to improve my work though. I have a very good camera, a Canon that is exactly as a DSLR but the lens is not changeable.
Maybe I can finance an early retirement from teaching...or something.
Oh, and I have a bit of bronchitis. Ugh.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
This tree stands just in front of my brother's house along the Delaware River.
Thanksgiving was fun, a somewhat raucous and hedonistic affair. I don't usually drink but my brother's partner (I refuse to call her girlfriend because she is a woman, not a girl) made cranberry daquiris upon my arrival, and I indulged just enough to get a pleasant buzz but not a headache nor a hangover. The food was great; my vegetables were a huge hit--I made brussels sprouts which will change any hater's mind in an instant; they have never failed--and roasted carrots (with garlic, rosemary and thyme, and baked butternut squash with coconut oil, dried cane juice and salt and pepper. There were like five different pies all made by C (brother's partner) and a very nice turkey (all organic of course) and much wine also.
My nephews, the two younger ones, were a bit wild (lots of running and high decibels which threatened to take my sanity) but they enjoyed themselves, clearly.
Today I installed a new light fixture in the kitchen (not an easy task but successful with some crucial assistance from Y who is far better at such things than I) and cleaned.
I have been quite irritable lately which I think is a symptom of some classic hypomania which I am keeping under control by breathing, a little clonazepam and a little weed. So far so good, but not without some stress to those around me.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Originally uploaded by madabandon.
In two days, or actually less than two days, I will go to Pennsylvania for Thanksgiving. I am going to my brother's house--he lives in Manhattan, but bought a house on the Delaware River a few years back--where my family will gather along with friends of mine and my brother's girlfriend. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, the only holiday I really enjoy.
I am happy because I have a little break from the hectic schedule that I have been maintaining the last two months. I am always busy lately. Even my composing time is tightly scheduled. And I need a break. So tomorrow I will stay home, cooking, relaxing, perhaps going to the gym but maybe not...I plan to enjoy my down time. Because it will be over all too soon. And I want to sleep. A lot, if possible. But I know that I will be lucky if I can sleep any more than usual, because sleep seems to be the source of constant deprivation in my busy life.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
So no more violent movies--hear that, Netflix?--for me. Ever. And one must be vigilant, because even in the most promising films directors seem to have developed an urge to portray the most gruesome things on-screen.
Monday, November 12, 2007
- teaching eight piano students
- writing music for a production of "Le Petit Prince"
- assembling the text for my choral commission
- conducting an interview via email of a German composer living and working in Paris, for a literary/arts journal, to be published soon
- going to the gym
- writing college recommendations
- trying to have a social life but not really succeeding
- worrying that Rudy Guiliani could actually become president, and trying to figure out which country I will move to if that should happen
- taking Mabel upstate which was wonderful until she rolled in some dead animal, coating her beautiful fur in the most nauseating slime
- having trouble sleeping and feeling tired most of the time as a result
- reading Colm Toibin's "The Master," a novel based on the life of Henry James
Friday, November 02, 2007
Originally uploaded by madabandon.
I don't mean that this is no time for reflection. Rather I mean that I have no time for reflection lately. My days are scheduled thoroughly. Wednesday I canceled my classes so that I could have a day to do some composing stuff and organizing that I had neglected for lack of time. I am happy with all my current obligations, but wish that I had my mornings back. Because I teach three mornings a week this year, I lose some of my most precious time. So I have taken to waking up at 530, to give me two good hours before I have to go direct my energies externally.
One nice thing: this morning I was thinking back on my life and the various things I have done, and I made one really positive conclusion. I have done well in all the major efforts I've made in my life. In my music, my past swimming career, my studies, my teaching; I've been successful on an objective level. Because I was thinking of how it would be to be a person who wasn't good at anything. My colleagues and I were discussing how some people just can't seem to find something that they are good at, and how frustrating it must be. And I realized that that has not been the case with me, and how lucky I am for that (and also how deeply I understand what hard work is).