tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34898722011-07-07T17:58:00.907-04:00Listening for the sounds of silence as I sing.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.comBlogger11641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-41958570701395784682010-01-10T20:33:00.003-05:002010-01-10T20:53:52.829-05:00

NotesI don’t like days like today when thoughts come back that were gone – sparked by a recreation of moments long ago, in simpler times, before everything else happened.There are times when I like being nostalgic.There are times when I don’t. This might be one of those times.I really have no interesting anecdotes of late.Except for funny names of Pho restaurants and frustrations with noisy

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Peanut Butter! (and Jelly?)And, LO! (Perhaps a few weeks too late for lo-ing...meh)I drank a lot of caffeine throughout the day, let’s hope I am tired enough to override it and fall asleep.Even with said caffeine, it was a struggle to not fall over asleep at work.Jen is visiting (see picture below for proof). She got rid of the dead mice for me (the traps caught two yesterday, and are reset for

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PonytailHere is a boring post about my hair because I was thinking about it a lot today. Today was the first time I was able to put my hair up into a ponytail in almost four years. I don’t like that it is long enough to do that. I cut my hair off at the end of second year for a reason: so that I wouldn’t have to worry about it – but now it’s almost at a length were I *do* have to worry about

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-63993319924365821702010-01-06T14:44:00.009-05:002010-01-06T23:10:14.525-05:00

Information BoostsEvidence of our lives becoming like videogames:Cell phone barcodes. You see them in newspapers as a way to have more news updates sent to your phone – basically you download the app onto your smartphone, scan the code and reap the benefits. In the newspaper, they are well explained and prominent. However, I have started seeing similar barcodes on everyday items (Mark’s

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UWOI returned to campus yesterday for the first time since I left in April. It was nice to be there – like going home. But, then, I saw hardly anyone I knew, and I kind of felt out of place walking into the music building – like I didn’t belong there, even though I was on my way to a lesson, and had been a student less than six months previous. Quite a strange feeling. But then I had a couple

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Fire up the BBQ!I currently have an email in my spam folder that has the subject line, “Like to have your meat weapon charged? Then you obviously need this!” Excuse me? My meat weapon? I can buy weapons made of meat? AND I can charge them?? Clearly, I am missing out! How would they charge it up? Electricity? Or perhaps some nuclear technology. Obviously, I need that product so I can

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a QuickieI need to be finished this in 5 minutes so let’s go. This morning I learned about kings bringing gifts to someone they didn’t even know! But they chose things with mystic meaning – I’m sure Mary just thought to herself, “great, late baby shower gifts. What am I supposed to do with Myrrh? Myrrh does not change diapers. BAH!”Then I drank some sherry. For some reason they used sherry,

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DuluozI have been reading a lot of Jack Kerouac lately (I bought an anthology last year, and am finally getting around to reading it). I like his writing. I think a lot of people find it difficult to read because of the ‘spontaneous-prose’ style; his technique of allowing the mind to flow freely on to the page, without regard to strict punctuation or grammar rules – the jazz solo of writing. I

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So Long!I was a bit button happy on the remote and almost missed all the counting down entirely. It was hard to choose between the Toronto celebration, the Dick Clark/Ryan Seacrest Times Square special or the Carson Daly Times Square special. Sadly, I can’t even remember which one I finally stopped on. But I know we saw something count down and then a lot of fireworks. Then some bad singers

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I don't want to do it.It is the most terrible thing to see an elderly woman cry because she is fully aware she is losing her mind bit by bit; that there is information she knows she used to know, but can no longer obtain. She said hello to me and knew my name; but a moment later and she could not remember her own, or the name of my grandmother (her sister) standing in the room with her. All I

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Little stuffSometimes it’s the little things.On the subway it was that rare and invigorating moment when the train in the other direction starts to leave the station first and for a split second you have the sensation that the train you are in is the one that is actually moving.Mixing up words and laughing. Laughing.Breathing the crisp air.A returned smile from someone on the sidewalk.Going to

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Oh My Darlin'I love clementines. It is too bad the season is so short, though. They are delicious, easy to share amongst a large group of people (perfect for potlucks), and make your hands smell good for a while. There is only one thing that can ruin a clementine for me: SEEDS. There is nothing worse than sitting down to enjoy a little citrus only to have to dislodge little seeds from the

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CHOIR NERD ALERT!I am an alto. I *can* sing the notes of a soprano line, but I don’t enjoy being in that range for too long. I’ve also recently figured out there might be more to it than that. Having sung alto for many years, I know the harmonic idioms (leaps, patterns, etc) that my part often requires, and how to tune my note in the chord (usually the third or fifth, rarely the root). The

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Semi-timezoneI wonder what it’s like to live in Newfoundland, half an hour out of sync with the rest of the country. On TV or radio, a program is always at “5:00, 5:30 in Newfoundland.” It’s like when Western switched classes from the hour to the half hour – I felt as though I’d gained a half hour. Is it like that in Newfoundland? Does everyone just shift their whole day half an hour later to

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POints1 there is a cycle on the washing machine in my building that is the ‘casual’ wash; I’m glad it’s there I was worried my relationship with the washer was a bit formal.2 there is a brazilian restaurant nearby whose name I can’t recall, but the ‘subtitle’ of the restaurant is grilled brazilian – how unfortunate and painful sounding.3 there is a cleaners nearby that offers all kinds of rug

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SwordsBeing the nerd I am, I am currently in the middle of my quasi-annual watching of the Lord of the Rings. It is taking longer than usual because I keep falling asleep on the couch while watching. Anyway, in short: Aragorn is much better than Legolas, the Return of the King is the best one (even though it is hella long), and my two favourite moments are when Aragorn comes through the door of

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Just one thoughtI learned about a culture in an anthropology class that does not use biological sex as the basis for gender. Instead, there are many genders based on a person’s age that change throughout their life. In this culture, the first thing someone asks about a baby when it is born is not, “Boy or girl?” it is “Was the baby born with hair?” Boy or girl just doesn’t exist.I can’t think

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CozyI love the feeling of being safe and secure during bad weather – hearing the wind blowing around the house (perhaps it’s swaying a little bit in the wind), but being comfy in a bed or blanket; hearing the rain on the roof, but being dry inside; watching the snow slowly build up from inside a warm room. I’m not sure if I can explain it, but I feel as though I am a part of something bigger

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-6880731816179407482009-12-01T21:17:00.001-05:002009-12-01T21:18:38.421-05:00

Metaphors!! AH!2 ½ dandle Rockette trance and derrien. (the randomly generated words I typed into Ticketmaster proving I am not a ticket buying robot).Today I was listening to a song by Tegan and Sara called “Downtown.” I have been listening to this song for years, but it suddenly dawned on me that, perhaps, it is about oral sex, and not about travelling to the central core of a city at all.

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-18294736705070117432009-11-29T09:16:00.001-05:002009-11-29T09:17:20.847-05:00

He's a Stranger in a Rented Suit...It’s always amazing when something that has only been on paper and in imaginations for months actually comes out and happens the way it was supposed to happen and you have no choice but to congratulate those that had the vision in the first place, even though you doubted it for so long.I went into the Eaton Centre yesterday to find a tea, and remembered very

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Let's Sing to LoveLately, I’ve only been having one large meal in the day, and then a few scattered snacks at other times. This meal usually comes around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. I know that it isn’t a healthy way to eat (especially since the snacks I have aren’t always the best options), but recently my schedule hasn’t allowed me the luxury of time for three meals (nor has my wallet allowed

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nochkaRushing down the street, excited to be going wherever, whenever, with whoever – most likely the usuals – most likely to the usuals – talking, laughing, jokes inside, outside, songs, a high five – those were the days when it was good to be doing nothing with everyone you met – those days when we forgot the other five six days of the week. Maybe to the pub, bus, market, bookstore, music

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Way, way back in the 1980sI like when it’s foggy and you can’t see the tops of the buildings. It makes you think of what the city must have looked like before the condos took over.People coming into the store said of the rain, “At least it’s not snow.” I really have to disagree. Rain is much more miserable because it soaks through clothing. Snow doesn’t do this, so overall you stay much

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It's all in my mindI missed the constant of writing, so I am back with a few thoughts to make the days go by.I love seeing someone so engrossed in their reading that they mouth the words as they read without noticing.I love reading, then realizing that I have become so engrossed that I am mouthing the words as I read.There is something really special about travelling hours and hours, singing your

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PessimistMost of the time I am an optimist - I find the good in the situation, I believe that people are generally good - and I stay this way until I have a reason to believe otherwise. Last night I walked to Mr. Sub before rehearsal to get some dinner. There were a couple of people next to an old, large tree on the church property. As I passed, I noticed they were painting something on to the

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Make me an InstrumentTonight I passed a new milestone in my choral conducting. I had to lead the rehearsal of a fairly complex piece with my church choir. This doesn't seem like a big deal, but most of these people have known me since before I was born, and have been constants during my musical growth.Last year, I took on the challenge of conducting a choir consisting of my friends, peers and

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Last Post July 13th. Wow.Well, I have started my official life out of school. It was a strange couple of weeks when I wasn't getting geared up to go back to school - I bought some notebooks anyway...it was really hard to resist when they look so inviting and full of potential. Now I just need to use them to that potential.What am I doing with my non-student status? I am working 4 jobs! 3 of

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Thought BookI often wish I had a notebook with me all the time to write down the random thoughts while I walk/ride the subway/straighten cards in the store/etc. But then I would have to stop whatever I was doing to write something down every time and I wouldn't ever get anything done. A lot of those thoughts would make good topics upon which to expand, but since I don't write them down, they

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One WeekThis past week was filled with great things. Sunday was a wonderful concert at Sharon Temple (a great acoustic in which to sing). Then a spontaneous BBQ at the house of a friend of a friend. Great company, great food.Monday, I reconnected with someone I had't seen in almost 7 years and it was nice. We have each gone in completely different directions with our lives, but that just

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Dear Toronto Drivers,As an occasional-to-frequent cyclist in the city, I have noticed a number of things that I feel I should point out. (I'll say what you're good at first to reinforce positivity...)Things you are extraordinarily good at:- moving before looking: around corners, through intersections, out of driveways/parking spaces- ignoring things around you: other cars, construction,

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Hello July!I have now successfully mentally written posts about two important things (Pride and Canada Day), but I never got around to actually writing them. That frustrates me, but there is no one to blame but myself. Perhaps I will have belated posts about those things in the coming days.For now, there is a dead bird that hit the glass door during the night and is lying on the deck. I'm not

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-24093251710232780192009-06-23T22:42:00.007-04:002009-06-23T23:43:55.544-04:00

Striking is the new BlackOne Jonas brother was in my dream last night. I know nothing about the Jonas brothers. But in my dream, one showed up at my workplace, and asked me if I was impressed that he was a Jonas brother, and I said, "No, I don't know anything about you, so I don't really care." He answered, "Finally! I can be myself around someone without having to be famous." And then we had

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-69786144545708290882009-06-22T21:12:00.002-04:002009-06-22T21:20:20.320-04:00

RingThe only piece of jewelery I wear everyday is a small gold ring on my left pinky finger. I got it as a gift when I was 13, and haven't taken it off since. It has my initials engraved on the top, and they're in the wrong order...but I think it's quirky, so it will stay like that.Anyway, this morning, at the end of my shower, I noticed that it wasn't on my finger. I then promptly forgot to

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Please Rectify the Situation(to be said in a HomeStarRunner type voice)I am so lucky that one of my close friends has been a friend since we were 3 years old. We fell out of touch through high school and most of university, but have since been spending more time together. We have a great time - nonstop laughs. And I really mean nonstop. That's a rare thing. She lives around the corner,

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Words!There's a kids show I discovered last summer while babysitting that is really cool. It's called Word World. It's animated and everything in the world is made out of its own letters. So a pig is made up of the letters P I G, a hat H A T, etc. It's a really imaginative way to make objects and animate them while teaching kids about how to form words and recognize letters and sounds. Check

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ShowerI hate showering sometimes. Laziness. Pure laziness. But then I think of how gross I will feel if I don't, and that inspires me to go do it anyway. I always take short showers; I get bored otherwise.The one time I actually enjoy showering is in the morning when I've just woken up in my incredibly warm bedroom. I take a cool shower and it is so refreshing to feel the cool water slowly

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-22623937149963360362009-06-16T23:27:00.003-04:002009-06-16T23:38:16.898-04:00

A Small StepWhile I was tidying the cards in the wedding section of my store, I noticed that we carry two gay wedding cards: one for guys, one for girls. It made me smile. It's just a small step, but an important one, I think. The cards aren't anything special (see below for an approximation, but imagine they're holding hands), but the fact that they exist is important in its own way.

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-29909421892213627002009-06-15T22:46:00.003-04:002009-06-15T23:34:37.600-04:00

The BasementSomething I took advantage of when it was around, and now miss, is somewhere to hang out. A place that is just always there for nonchalant, unplanned, unspecific, spontaneous hang outs. In high school it was Andrew's basement. It was almost a given that if we were all going to be in one place, it would be at his. That basement still holds some great memories and I think of it

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RID not REDSeriously people, it's spelled RIDiculous not REDiculous. Perhaps you say it as red, but it's not spelled that way.

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Boob TubeI don't have the time to be committed to tv shows. I have never been home consistantly during prime time hours to "get into" shows. I tried with Heroes, but it became less and less common for me to be home to watch it, and we ended up downloading the episodes almost a month late and watching on the computer. I watch tv when it's around (standard sitcoms, CSI reruns, Simpsons/Family

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Swear it!Swearing comes and goes from my vocabulary. There’s always an expletive or two when something doesn’t go well, but the frequency of swear word usage within sentences as adjectives depends who I am around. When no one around me swears every other word, I don’t, but when someone uses a lot then so do I. This is useful when I’m working around children – some people have trouble ‘turning

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WisdomIn about 3 hours, I will suddenly be four teeth lighter. Not looking forward to it, but here we go anyway :(I was thinking about wisdom a bit and it's a strange concept. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, wisdom is: "The quality or character of being wise, or something in which this is exhibited." And also, the "Capacity of judging rightly in matters relating to life and conduct;

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Your Passion?It confuses me when people complain about a job they have in their field of expertise. I mean, didn't you just graduate from university so that you can do this exact job and now you're complaining about it? If you have just spent 4, 5, 6, 7, or 8 years at university studying a specific thing, I would call that a passion. If it wasn't a passion, why did you stick to it for so many

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-81758187625715119862009-06-03T10:35:00.003-04:002009-06-03T11:18:36.969-04:00

Early is on-time, On-time is late.This is the philosophy that was bored into my brain from a very early age. Having parents who are singers and understand the importance of being on-time for rehearsals meant that, as a rule, we were early for everything - always. It comes down from my grandmother too. Another rule is that if you ask Granny over for dinner at 6:00, she'll be there at 5:45 (at

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-66085833147809797542009-06-02T09:21:00.003-04:002009-06-02T09:31:50.716-04:00

How You Know You'll Live Forever and EverI love finding unexpected beauty in books. The Secret Garden is clearly a children's book, but reading it a few weeks ago, I found a gem of writing at the beginning of a chapter. I had to read it a couple times and write it down in a notebook before I could go on. A surprising piece of prose in a children's book:One of the strange things about living in

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A New DirectionI’m thinkin that it is time to give up the 100 words. Obviously, I have not been inspired to write them recently, but I don’t feel any guilt about it. I'm not sure where this blog should go from here. In it's expansive history, it's been: a semi-regular journal of boring everyday events, ignored for months at a time, a place for random pictures, and most recently a random

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Long JumpWhen I was younger, my favourite part of the track and field day was long jump. Run fast, one foot, fly through the air, land in sand. A lot of fun.I went to the cottage for a day or so. That is always a great recharge. Took some good pictures, and now I am back in love with my camera.I went to a bridal shower for my cousin’s fiancé yesterday. There was a lot of pink. But it was a

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oh wowOh my, where have I been? Well, I gallivanted across the country to visit a friend, and we spent the long weekend drinking and having a great time talking politics and CBC radio. Then I worked for a day and decided to go to the cottage for two nights. Then I came home and sang for a few hours, only to go out and watch the hockey game and drink a bunch. And now here I am – a bunch of

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Off on a Jet Plane!So the unhirable has been hired! As of just about an hour ago! I’ll be selling housewares part time. I have to get “elegant casual” wear... I hate deciding what clothes are appropriate for which situations. Anyway, I start next Friday, and hooray for monies.In other news, I’m heading to the mountains for the long weekend! Well, to Calgary, which is close enough to the

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-53813662716885679842009-05-13T14:15:00.002-04:002009-05-13T14:19:14.927-04:00

Solution/brandon\ figured it out first (what do you want as a prize?*), and in case you didn’t bother trying, here’s the answer: Sometimes I wish I was a sneaky spy. Because using codes like this would be normal. I’d have a sneaky spy codename, a sneaky spy kit (with cameras) and a sneaky spy hat. The best part about being a sneaky spy would be the sneaking in sneakers.Don’t you wish you were

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-16143373447617224832009-05-11T11:04:00.000-04:002009-05-11T11:05:00.234-04:00

Puzzle!Cispewspc w vwcz w vfc f cypfrj cdj. Hpuftcp tcwyq uiopc bwrp ezwc vitbo hp yiksfb. W’o zfxp f cypfrj cdj uiopyfsp, f cypfrj cdj rwe (vwez ufspkfc) fyo f cypfrj cdj zfe. Ezp hpce dfke fhite hpwyq f cypfrj cdj vitbo hp ezp cypfrwyq wy cypfrpkc.Figure out what it says and you win! The prize will be determined once someone figures it out.I just started reading Zen and the Art of

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Circular ThoughtsHe huddled in the lean-to. It had been twenty hours, and the rain was not letting up. At this rate, the chances of finding a dry piece of wood to start a fire were rapidly dwindling, and he didn’t expect it to get warm quickly. He sighed and thought, "I never should have left." He had paddled away in a rage, and then as it started, the storm smashed the canoe into the rocks

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HelpFirst. Some cherry blossoms smell like B.O. It’s gross.Second. I need to start teaching voice. I need to work in my field of expertise. I’ve known this for a while, but sometimes it takes a few other people telling you before it actually sinks in. The only problem: teaching voice scares the shit out of me. Where do I start? What do I teach? What do I say? What songs should I suggest

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-27113556882662081022009-05-06T09:42:00.001-04:002009-05-06T09:42:32.114-04:00

ApologiesWith all the boredom and hibernation that comes along with moving home, I have hardly had the interest to write. But perhaps I can change that around. Today I am going to try to sell myself to a business – anyone that will hire me. Sigh. The thing I have never been good at is getting a job. It has to be different this time. I must get one. I just get so tired of the nos (noes?)...

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-77865283263193497432009-05-01T16:43:00.000-04:002009-05-01T16:44:10.432-04:00

Creative TeethSo the dentist didn’t kill me. I was there for nearly two hours, but I am alive. AND without any cavities! All that has to happen is my wisdom teeth coming out. I can live with that. I won’t enjoy it, but I’ll live with it.Enough about teeth.I need a creative restart. It’s been weeks since I took pictures. A friend of mine has someone with whom she schedules a weekly creative

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Dental Plan, Lisa Needs Braces!The way I take care of my teeth is something of which I am really ashamed. (oo grammar!). It was never drilled into us as kids by my parents that brushing and flossing is something of vital importance, and the twice-yearly trips to the dentist didn’t do it either. So now here I am, with teeth I do not brush nearly often enough, even less often flossed, a hole/spot

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DropsIt was raining this morning, so I went out for a walk. I put on my red raincoat and went for some tea and to read my book. It was lovely. I enjoy walking in the rain, even cold rain, as long as I am dry enough. An umbrella or raincoat of some kind is necessary or I will be miserable. Unless it is warm out, and the rain is cooling things off from a hot day. Then I will gladly walk

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CrapWell, I gave my keys to Marla yesterday as I left, so I have officially left London forever, and taken all my stuff with me. And now to find places at home for all my crap. We’ll see how long I end up staying here.Items found in my locker at school:- umbrella- kettle- soup packets- tea bags- mugs (2 of them!)- hymn book- sweatshirt- picture of a fat sheep- small mirror- binders, mostly

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MacNuttA list because I am uncreative today:- Still in love with Beethoven’s Missa Solemnis- Haven’t taken a photo since Easter, and haven’t edited the ones I took that weekend – that makes me really sad- Made three necklaces this week with wooden beads and some hemp- Boxes- The pillow I am lying on smells like Bailey’s – odd- Twenty-one- I haven’t touched my guitar in months and that is sad- I

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Tightie Whities!My dream last night combined mice, music sophs painting soph sweatshirts blue (getting paint everywhere), sitting on the roof of the cottage, showers, tightie whitie underwears, and a challenge. Aren’t you intrigued? It was probably as good as you think it was.In the mornings, the cat comes and cuddles with me and it’s really really cute. We decided, however, that she isn’t the

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A Lesson for all SingersI love Ella Fitzgerald. She has the best example of what to do if you forget the words while singing. During a concert in Berlin, she decided to do Mack the Knife since it was popular at the time (first done by Bobby Darin and then Louis Armstrong). She got through the first chorus and verse just fine, then things went horribly wrong. But you would never know it

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It looks like saran wrap...My favourite thing about rainy days is seeing all the little old ladies in their plastic tie-on rain hats. They just look so ridiculous, and THEY ALL WEAR THEM. There are a few things I hope I never do when I’m old: bird watch, become a church lady who brings sandwiches and squares to every church event, and, this just added, wear a clear plastic rain hat that ties

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-8566214576443745482009-04-19T17:52:00.002-04:002009-04-19T17:57:14.113-04:00

Missa SolemnisI have recently discovered Beethoven's Missa Solemnis, and I love it. I know, I know, how typical, somebody loves Beethoven. But let me explain: - I get chills while listening. That doesn't often happen with recordings, so when it does, that means it is a special piece. - I get excited for the fugues (there he goes again!).- The dynamics! The crazy vocal ranges!And most

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-84578001355691943352009-04-18T23:19:00.000-04:002009-04-18T23:20:00.503-04:00

Moving ThoughtsWhen I move home, I’m going to have to find replacements for all the things I have in London. A great patio or two. A bar that has awesome dance nights (funk, retro, etc). A cute sushi place that is an alternative to the big sushi place. A place to buy tea. A great system of bike paths. A market close by where I can buy fresh, wonderful food. One thing I already have: a pub

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Blame it on the e-e-e-e-exams (and easter)It’s strange: as much as I dislike cigarette smoke, sometimes the smell is nostalgic. A strong summer sensory memory for me is the combined smell of sunscreen and cigarettes, and the persistent sun and heat. Faint cigarette smoke floating in the wind from somewhere when it is warm out really brings the beach back to me. Another: One summer I worked

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SolutionI just figured out a solution for all those divas in the music faculty who don’t want to sing in choir because they like the sound of their own voice too much. Thomas Tallis’ 40 part motet, Spem in Alium – eight choirs, five parts each. I know they wouldn’t be able to do it, since it requires independence and counting (zing!) but it would appease them about singing in choir for at

Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624675362391535475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489872.post-79388662410134154502009-04-09T21:40:00.002-04:002009-04-09T21:44:06.038-04:00

Miserere MeiMaundy Thursday (today) is my favourite church service of the year. The service tells the story of Jesus washing the disciples’ feet, the last supper, and Jesus announcing who will betray him. During the service, the priests wash the feet of some members of the congregation, a Eucharist is administered, then the church is stripped of all decoration and crosses, and the lights are

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I'm Authentic: For ElizabethYesterday I took the bus with Dr. Sandra, an early music prof at school who is slightly...crazy but awesome. I took a class with her in first semester last year, so I’m not even sure if she remembers my name, but we had a lovely discussion about what she has done on her sabbatical, what I’ve done this year, and plans for next year (also the Boston Red Sox and a short

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HomelyI'm moving home at the end of April for an undetermined amount of time. I am looking forward to it in some ways, but I'm also a bit sad because I have all these plans for when I'm living on my own in Toronto. I find things online like BLIK wall decals, and I want to put one somewhere, but there's no where in my room at home to do something like that. I guess I'm just really looking

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Musick's EmpireThe coconuts had the desired effect on the audience (they laughed.), so it was worth the effort and joy of using the table saw.The acoustics of the space helped to cover up anything that may have been slightly less than perfect.Dancing helped me get through the really tough moments (I’ve discovered this tool: if you look like you’re having a good time (i.e. dancing/moving/smiling)

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I need an Intellectual Stimulus PackageI wish that discussion was a viable form of assessment in university. You meet with your professor (perhaps for tea/lunch) and just talk. Not in an interview or oral exam way, just a discussion, and through that discussion it would be clear whether you knew your shit from the course or not. The prof would learn from the student, the student would learn

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My Documents\Western\First Year\History\Essay - for exampleI switched to gmail recently, and its label function has really worked well with my slight obsession for computer organization. Everything on my computer has always had its folder, and its place (especially music, but especially photos...but especially music) and I know where everything is. My emails are now no different! It sometimes

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Merry-go-round“Wasn’t that fun?” she asked as they got off the merry-go-round.The three children nodded in agreement, their hearts not really into it. Grandma didn’t quite understand that merry-go-rounds were a bit young for the triplets, who were now 11 years and 235 days old. But they knew enough to humour the woman who had spent the last six years raising them after their parents disappeared

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Some days are perfect...There are some days that are just perfect.There are some days that are just perfect – until something terrible happens. These days can range in terribleness: you forget your umbrella and it rains for your walk home vs. arriving to find your house burned to the ground. Let’s hope no houses are burning down anytime soon. That would mean firetrucks and sirens and I don’t

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CountdownFifty cents.Forty-nine stairs.Forty-eight crayons.Forty-seven rabbits.Forty-six pages.Forty-five minutes.Forty-four ships.Forty-three cucumbers.Forty-two necklaces.Forty-one spoons.Forty thoughts.Thirty-nine hugs.Thirty-eight cups.Thirty-seven photos.Thirty-six zebras.Thirty-five barns.Thirty-four mountains.Thirty-three players.Thirty-two colours.Thirty-one points.Thirty

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The fork and knifeThe fork and knife lay still on the kitchen floor where, only moments before, they had landed with a clatter. We both just stared at them, neither person willing to pick them up. Not out of laziness; but more because of a certain respect for the silence that follows such a racket. After this slight pause, we bent at the same time, nearly knocked heads, but then shared one of

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Intentionally CrypticI like how Nisha put it: “It's like...I just got a really big mole that I didn't like removed. I didn't really like it...but it was a part of me for my whole life...and now it's not there :(" A delicate business, this is. Fine lines of “where do we go from here” and “what can stay as it was” and “what absolutely cannot stay” (mixed with, “what effect will it have”). I am

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We Used the TABLE SAW! (overkill a bit? perhaps? yes.)Here is a fun experiment to try:While standing at a bus stop with everyone looking expectantly in the direction from which the bus will come, glance casually in the opposite direction – not for very long, and not at anything in particular. Observe how many people turn to look at something in the other direction, just because you did. They can’

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(go)Sometimes you just need to.Need to what?Whatever you need to do.Whatever that may be.JM told a story about a woman who, When diagnosed with cancer,Decided to forego traditional Treatment.Instead, she went to a Cabin in the woods.There, sheSANG THE DISEASE OUT OF HER BODY.Is that what you need to do?Find your cabin(metaphorical, or real)And, once there, Sing(metaphorically, or actually).Get

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I am not there.We were talking about death in our rehearsal tonight. Some members of the choir sang at a party for our tour manager’s dad – a farewell party. Something that really got me thinking is the idea someone suggested that even when someone has a terminal illness, it isn’t really correct to say, “I am dying.” What is more correct is to say, “My body is dying.” Then you recognize that

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Apparently I am?A few weeks ago I started having strange pain in both arms, like an ongoing ache, numbness and tingling in my hands. The doctor didn't know, but when I mentioned my symptoms to a colleague, she suggested it might be due to tension in my neck/shoulders - my body yelling at me to relax. Then, the other night I had a dream where I was giving blood. I looked it up online, and

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Oh so hungoverI handed in a big assignment today, having worked on it all weekend fairly constantly (except for most of Sunday when I was singing), and tonight I don’t want to do any work. I find this happens to me quite often: a kind of work crash. Like a caffeine crash or something. It doesn’t matter that I have three assignments to get going on, I want to revel in the fact that I finished

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I'm Totally Serious About This...If I ever have enough money to have my house exactly how I want it built, I would have tiles somewhere in the house that are the same length as my foot. Ever since I was a kid, I have always tried to find tiles that fit my foot, and I never have! It makes me sad every time it doesn’t work. Thus, I will have tiles specially made so that I will never feel that

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Preface:Marla is currently in a LiveJournal contest for writing the worst opening paragraph of a book. This round's topic is "the sky," and I decided to try one for myself. I'm sorry.Opening Paragraph of: And then I Almost Didn't Say Anything, But Did Anyway, and then I Kept TalkingI was looking at the sky today and thinking about how it is so endless, and how I’ve never been in the sky –

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Requiem, et LuxRequiem eterna dona eis, Domine; et lux perpetua luceat eis. Rest eternal grant unto them, Lord; and light perpetual shine upon them.This has become one of my favourite phrases, not just in church usage, but of anything. I love the image it evokes of what happens after death: perpetual light and eternal rest. It’s simple and comforting. Whether or not there is a heaven (where

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Well?The almighty “They” say creating art can help you work through things. But what if you are not a good enough artist to create something useful to your situation? What if all that comes out are sticks, circles and stars? That probably does not help anything. But is it just the process of doing something beneficial? Does the product matter, or is it just the process? Is seeing what you

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HierarchyThis year is about hierarchies. Figuring out what trumps what for compromises. It’s tricky sometimes, but generally: rehearsals trump class, rehearsals of greater importance trump those of less importance (i.e. closer to a concert/haven’t attended recently), dress rehearsals trump regular rehearsals/church services, performances trump all.Today I was thinking about a communication

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Orange ConsI wore myOrange converse for the First timeSince NovemberAnd It made me feelLike IDid the firstTime I ever wore them:Spunky.Full of life.Awesome.I am inLove with my Shoes again.Months of brown boots(Although warm and cozyDid not fill the ‘spunk’Quota)Have made meAppreciate theColour andLovability ofMy favouriteShoes.They make me want toJump aroundAnd do crazy things.And are wornThrough

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SpontaneityToday, after a brief meeting to discuss choir business, Liska and I decided that, since it was a beautiful sunny day, we should go to the beach and enjoy it a little bit. So we did. We went to the Pinery, spent an hour on the beach and came back. It was nice. Not too cold for sitting in the sun, taking pictures and playing a bit of Frisbee. I haven’t been to a beach in the winter

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"I Count to 3 and Grin"Great invention: SEAT WARMERS in cars. There is just something so wonderful about getting into a cold car, pushing a button, and having heat magically radiate on to your ass. It is genius! Makes sitting in the car so cozy. The seat is no longer just a seat; it becomes a hug.There are some songs that, when I hear them, I stop everything I am doing, grin, and listen. I

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A Night on Salt Spring IslandThe concert finished, and most went home to the hotel to sleep, but a few of us fought through our fatigue to go to the home of a local choral supporter. As we drove on the twisted roads through the darkness, we weren’t sure what to expect. We arrived at an octagonal, dome ceilinged house on the coast. Each one of us, as we stepped into the living room gasped at

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JittersToday (after a few cups of tea) I realized something about how caffeine affects my body. For most people, it seems that caffeine makes them more alert and less tired. This is useful when they drink coffee in the morning, or red bull to stay up all night. For me, if I drink too much caffeine, I get jittery hands and eyes, making it more difficult to focus while reading or writing. If I

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I had a post all written...then it got mis-posted to the wrong blog, and then I had already deleted it. It was all about eggs, and how I cannot cook nice looking fancy eggs: i.e. omelettes, over easy, poached, frittatas, soft boiled. Hell - fried ones still give me trouble sometimes (see picture above). I’m really good at hard boiling and scrambling...but you can't screw those ones up. It’s ok

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PlanningUninspired to do anything but what I really love to do. The list of things I love to do is relatively short. The list of things I have to do, relatively long. My thoughts are moving more and more into the realm of “How can I make what I love to do, into the only things that I have to do?” It is daunting and exciting in a whole new way. I think everyone should strive to make the

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SupportsIn the past year, I have discovered the importance of having a strong support system of people who can help you through any situation. I have been lucky to find those people in my life, and hold on to them. People who are neutral, who will love me unconditionally, who will help me in every way they can, who are not afraid to say the truth (or hear it), who have their own flaws so I can

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*collar tug*I just woke up from the strangest dream. I was getting married, but two to people: a guy and another girl. The awkward thing is that, in real life, they are a couple. In the dream, it was the day before and the day of, and I was thinking I wasn’t able to go through with it; that they should get married, but not have me in the mix. I told the priest, and a best friend type figure,

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PessimistOne big fucking ball of cliché. Even saying that is cliché. Can we or will we ever have any thought that is original? Even that thought is one that everyone else in the world wonders at some point. So if there is nothing new to think about, do we bother thinking? Philosophy seems to be the art of articulating these unoriginal, unsaid thoughts and publishing them. Since they were

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It Changed His LifeThe one place he could go for absolute solitude was the cemetery. A short bike ride (mostly downhill) got him there in just a couple minutes. Coasting through the big cast iron gates, he took his bike to the spot: just over the crest of the hill, overlooking the ravine, facing south with the sun always shining on it. There was an angel statue. The angel captivated him. It

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Walk it offI’m going to walk more, I have decided. Whenever possible (i.e. when I’m not carrying suitcases to the other side of town), I’m going to walk. So, to school, rehearsals, friends, pubs, etc. If it’s cold, I’ll put on more clothes. If it’s raining, a raincoat and umbrella. The weather should not be such a big deterrent from being a bit more active. It is a small change, but one

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Gone Flickr Crazy LatelyI’d love to do a 365 day photo challenge, but I’m away a lot in the next while, and without a laptop of my own, it makes offloading my camera, and uploading to the internet difficult. That new camera bag I talked about earlier (the one that doesn’t look like a camera bag) is wonderful. I love having it with me all the time. It’s neither a burden to carry with me, nor

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