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@merrywood
To be original, or different, is felt to be ‘dangerous.’
Carl Rogers (via wordsnquotes)
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{{The struggle when you NEED to see La légende du roi Arthur all the way through, but you can’t buy the DVD because you’re in the US and don’t have a region-free blu ray player. And no one’s uploaded it to youtube or anything yet.}}
{{Violin Progress Update}}
{{So I got my violin Friday night, and I was able to get it out and start tuning it on Saturday night. So far, I can play the open strings just fine, and I’m starting to learn how to hold the violin properly, as far as my left hand goes. It’s a bitch trying to figure out where to put my fingers for different notes, but I’ve got a guide on my fingerboard for that. I’m not always holding the violin properly--I tilt it or bring it too far forward or rest it on my collarbone--but at least I’m conscious of when I do that, and can fix it.
I can play a kind of screechy version of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, Merry Had a Little Lamb, and slowed-down, also kind of screechy version of He’s a Pirate.
...Some of the non-open notes tend to be a little grating/screechy. Like no matter how careful I am to try to press the right spot on the string or how careful I am to bow straight and not all over the place, they still kinda make unpleasant noises. But I think part of that may be that I’m a little timid with those notes, since I’m having to look at the finger guide and bow and glance at the music...}}
THE-FIRES-DEAD SAID: {{IF U EVER NEED HELP I’VE PLAYED FOR LIKE…….12 YEARS SO HMU}}
{{Thanks! I’ve been trying to make sure I’ve got everything sorted for when I actually get it-better quality rosin ordered, a mute (for whatever small help it’ll be to not make my sketchy upstairs neighbor want to kill me), and some backup strings...and I’m set with some very helpful-looking online lessons. By this time next week, we’ll see if I think this whole endeavor is a brilliant idea or a terrible one. :P }}
{{...sooo...I just impulse-bought a violin. O_o}}
Except is it really an impulse buy? Because I spent like two hours at work today, and four or five hours this evening trying to figure out what not-outrageously-expensive violin I could get that’s actually decent quality. And I bought a mute and a vinyl fingering guide thing so I can learn to play. So like. I did a little bit of research?
But it’s still not, like, a rational purchase. I make terrible financial decisions sometimes but like. How fun is it going to be to learn violin??? And this is the perfect time, because my asshole upstairs neighbor will be moving out soon so there’ll only be like one other person in my 6-unit apartment building. No one around to hear the dying-cat noises that will almost certainly be happening the first few days.
Anyway. Moral of the story is that this is an awesome idea, a bad decision overall, and in the next week or so, I’m gonna start learning violin! I should be working on my writing when I’m not at work, but I mean. I’ll get to that.
{{Leslie Odom, Jr is going to be giving a lecture at my undergrad next month. I think it’s time to go back there for a visit.}}
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
Sentence Starters: My Anti-Drug | Not Accepting!
“Of course I know what I’m doing,” Victor snapped without looking up. It didn’t really matter that of course he didn’t know what he was doing. Not fully, anyways. That was the point of an experiment, but he hadn’t time to explain to the woman the purpose of scientific enterprise.
Besides, she’s probably not asking about the experiment.
Victor clenched his jaw and turned his eyes back to the cemetery gate, his magnet and tickler, and and the work ahead. Overhead, the full branches of a yew tree blotted out the moon. It wasn’t the first time Victor had broken into a cemetery or robbed a grave, but it was the first time someone had struck up conversation with him. She didn’t seem to be a mourner - she certainly didn’t seem to be the groundskeeper! - and even when she’d seen through his pretense of coming to the graveyard for spiritual reasons, she didn’t seem overly concerned about the morality of what he was doing which was at once a relief and a novelty.
“Now, if you don’t mind,” he said a little more conversationally. “I’ve a lot to do and only… oh… six hours to do it. So unless you’d like to help, I really can’t stay and chat.”
Merry quirked an eyebrow. She’d seen all manner of people lurking around cemeteries--mourning widows and children, depressed poets looking for inspiration, the occasional grave robber ducking between the headstones--but she couldn’t think of any time when she’d seen someone dragging around odd contraptions in the middle of the night. Merry wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know what he was up to.
But she wasn’t sure she didn’t want to know, either.
Her curiosity won out. “I’m sure six hours is plenty of time to...to...just what are you doing?” she asked, leaning against the gate. “I can’t very well offer to help unless I know what I’m getting into.”
“Where is your heaven hiding?”
Heave on, heave on Cast off the skin, fat to the feast Every crumb that is given, another mouth springs
{{like four porn blogs have started following me in the last two days...even though I’ve posted absolutely nothing NSFW or anything at all. wtf.}}
I could say that I’m hurt, but it wouldn’t be true. The knife in my back it reminds me of you. You’re my beautiful stranger…
Twin - The Devil’s Carnival (via i-may-be-strange)
{{quick update:
-I’m still not dead, so if anyone wants to plot or do anything, let me know!
-New York was great. I saw She Loves Me (and got a picture with Zachary Levi, who my friend was far more excited about than I was, since all I know is that he was the voice of Flynn Rider), then Hamilton (and OMG it’s a way crazier scene than it was back in October. There were easily 300 people at the stage door this time and the audience during the show was excited af), and finally Aladdin. It was a great time. Got autographs from the main cast of Aladdin and a picture with James Monroe Inglehart (Genie), and a picture with Christopher Jackson (George Washington) and an autograph from him and Rory O’Malley (King George; they were the only two cast members who came out to the Hamilton stage door).
-I’m now going to hibernate for a day or two because New York is fucking exhausting. I always forget how tiring it can be.
{{I GRADUATED! I have officially gotten my Master’s degree!}}
{{i got a job. after i graduate, i’ll be employed as a therapist at a pretty great residential facility. it’s not as close to Chicago as i’d like, but close enough that i’m looking for apartments around an hour from the city}}