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I'm so sorry to anyone currently taking lessons from me: I've been called away and I'm uncertain when I'll be returning. An unexpected emergency requires my presence home in Oregon. I will be available by telephone or email correspondence should anyone wish it.
Mr Leclerc, I'm terribly sorry I shall have to postpone both lunch, antiquing, and any performance. You are welcome to keep the copy of the sheet music.
Tom, please keep in touch. I shall miss you in the interim.
Hemingway- I shall miss you as well, quite dearly. Would you have an opportunity, do you think, to come and visit? I'd like to see you again once you're out of hospital. |
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I slipped. I don't think Tom noticed, thank Heaven. It's been a long time since I had something like this happen, I'd almost forgotten that it happens at all. It was so quiet in the store, however, and so still, and very calming, and it was so easy to just... pick up what was going on around me.
I hate it when I do that. I never notice until I've said something: answered a question that wasn't asked or comment on something that wasn't said. It's disconcerting, and not just for the other person.
I found a charming little tin trinket box- well, to be truthful, Tom did- with a set of unlabeled photographs inside it. I think I shall write a series of drabbles, one for each photo. Heaven knows I need the practice. There is only so far PotC fanfiction will take you, in the learning of the craft.
And on that note, NorribethFan has been absolutely appalling on the boards again. I don't dislike many people, but that twit is a candidate for it, to be certain. |
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He recorded it. I don't know when, but he recorded a flawless performance of An Army of Horsemen and left a cd of it for me, slipped under my door.
He even got the bridge right.
I can't stop crying; how silly is that? It's the most perfect gift I've ever received. I adore the simplicity of it, and the sincerity. And I feel absolutely terrible that it was so very unexpected, from him. I feel as though I've done him a terrible disservice by not believing him capable of such a thing. I feel as though I've wronged him for being startled.
And it's so well played. And I've never heard my music played by anyone else before he took it up.
It's an odd feeling. I rather like it. I may... I may publish more. Perhaps. I will think on it.
Meanwhile: a gift for Hemingway, as he well deserves it. And damn it, I have no idea what to get the man. |
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I've still not found an automobile that I like. I've test driven at least twenty-five in the last couple of months, and none of them suit me, particularly. I'm not sure why, or what to tell the poor salesmen who, with unbridled hope in their eyes, take me out on the road to play with all the levers and dials and see just how quickly the engine can take me to sixty miles per hour. The disappointment in their little faces is heartbreaking, it really is.
Perhaps it's that I despise salesmen.
In other news:
Hemi, don't forget: your lesson this week is a performance. I'll be your only audience, of course (unless you want others there) but I won't be coaching at all.
Tom, I have a gift for you.
Byron, you missed last week's lesson. :( Did you receive my voicemail? I will, of course, reschedule it or refund you for the time missed. I don't normally unless I had to cancel, but I will for a friend. |
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Why are people on the internet so damned annoying?
Mar. 25th, 2009 @ 05:00 am
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Looking for a reliable, relatively new automobile in the Meridian College area. Something smallish, easily serviced and low-maintenance. Contact information listed below.
Mar. 2nd, 2009 @ 05:12 pm
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My father will be visiting me in a day or two, depending on how the trip cross-country goes. Trudie? Hemingway? Friday at the latest, and you shall have the Camaro to do with as you wish. I leave it to you to discuss the matter of price with my father; if I had my way I would simply give you the thing, but he'll not let me, I'm sure.
I imagine he will stay through the weekend and fly home Monday. That was the plan when I spoke with my parents, at least, and mother was browsing airfare for Monday or Tuesday when I left for class.
Perhaps I will make baklava to celebrate his visit.
I shall have to find a kitchen.
Feb. 24th, 2009 @ 03:53 pm
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I'm not entirely certain what to make of all this.
A new literary magazine has been proposed, student-run, and it has sparked some controversy. Further, it has pitted several people I am fond of against one another, and I very deeply regret feeling caught in the middle of it all. On the one hand... yes, I can see how the methods of proposing this venture can indeed be considered offensive.
On the other hand... should the entire thing be considered a waste of time and energy, simply because its proponents are less than considerate in their bravado? I think not, and I find the idea intriguing enough, despite the furore it has caused, to submit a piece of my original composition to its first iteration.
A musical score, I note, and not an example of my poetry; I find the latter less than appealing to an audience of greater than one (myself). But the music...
For those who can read music, I hope it will be a treat. :) For those that do not... I shall include in it and invitation to hear it played, if anyone wishes. I am not difficult to get in touch with, and I am more than happy to play the piano for any size audience. I am brash enough to admit to that vanity. ;)
Byron... I hope I do not disappoint, with this. I confess I may indeed be called pretentious, in the right light. I suppose this proves it, although that bothers me, a little. I shall examine why later, after violin practice.
Feb. 19th, 2009 @ 12:29 pm
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There is a delicious little antiques store on Oneonta Street, did anyone know this? I discovered it yesterday while getting frustratingly lost looking for a new client for lessons. The shop had a virginal! It was beautifully built, and kept in tune; I played it, briefly, and the sound was enchanting.
I could not afford it, however, and even if I could, where would I put it? Alas, there is no room in these dormitory rooms for such an instrument.
I could, however, afford the violin resting in its case on the virginal's stool, and I purchased it. It's a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, well-preserved and quite playable, and I got quite a bargain.
Now to learn to play it.
Feb. 11th, 2009 @ 05:09 am
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V. hurriedly scribbling an entry in order to comply with Meridian strictures; I do not have much time to spend in musingly scrawling my inmost thoughts for the perusal of professors.
My major is undecided. I had thought, originally, to major in music- it seems the obvious choice, after all- but the more I think about it, the less appealing that seems to me. There is very little I can learn, and my purpose in being here at all is that exactly: to learn, not to review what I already know for the purposes of obtaining a degree.
I am considering, therefore, a major in philosophy instead. It is not incompatible with my habits and talents, and will enhance my musical skills rather than merely confirming that I possess them.
Beyond that little bit of uninteresting news: I am taking new students for piano lessons. I have room for four, with the potential for more once my schedule is confirmed and I have settled into it. If anyone is interested, I may be reached via campus email (scamandros.s at meridian dot edu) most easily. All skill levels welcome. :)
Jan. 31st, 2009 @ 02:47 pm
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[[ Posts prior to this took place during the game ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) negability and may or may not apply to current gameplay in the current game, literepetition. ]]
Jan. 31st, 2009 @ 02:45 pm
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Greece is absolutely gorgeous at any time of the year, but I think spring is more breathtakingly lovely than any other season. Such as it is-- Mediterrannean seasons are not as they are in North America. The weather was quite warm and the rains were still frequent, although tapering into sunshine, and the atmosphere can only be described as hope-filled... the entire world looks toward the future with joyous expectancy. I do love it.
I had intended only to visit for the week of spring break, but the unexpected, as they say, always happens, and there was a surprise wedding to attend-- one of my cousins, of which I have an extraordinary amount, discovered that I was visiting my grandmother, and insisted I remain for her nuptials. I could not refuse; we have always adored each other, for all that we've not been particularly close. And so I have sat at table with family, and drank ouzo and feasted, and given the bride and groom my very best wishes. And now I return.
I bear gifts, as well... Byron? Lettie? Amber? I will look for you three at some point soon, and you will have a piece of Greece of your very own. I do hope they please you.
Apr. 16th, 2007 @ 04:14 pm
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I am uncertain who will be attending the small gathering I am preparing, and so I leave this entry unlocked. Virginia, if you chance upon this and are so inclined, would you direct those whom you've invited to this entry? It's not absolutely necessary, but if there are any objections or suggestions from my dinner guests, I imagine it's best to have them beforehand, no?
My sincerest thanks, my dear.
( The intended menu: )
Feb. 13th, 2007 @ 05:13 am
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I have met the school's Bösendorfer, and I am pleased with the piano's grace and graciousness.
I have met, also, several of the most fascinating people; I shall not lack for stimulus while attending Eupheme, brief as my sojourn shall be before university life steals me away. Still, it promises to be an interesting span of months.
Speak a word to me, or two, and
tell me perhaps that warmth does not go imagined only.
In passing, there; in passing, gone;
in passing, lingering.
You are a minor key, sweet and low:
A thread tugged into the larger melody and distinct.
Ah. Doggerel. My muse is elsewhere.
Feb. 9th, 2007 @ 05:03 am
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So I've switched from Blogger to LiveJournal; I'm not sure why except the sense of community seems stronger here. I like having people around me, even if it's electronically or virtually. It's nice.
I sent off my college applications at the beginning of the school year. I didn't send many; there aren't a lot of schools I want to go to, but I heard back from a couple recently, enough to base a decision upon. Appalachian in North Carolina accepted me into their music program, but it's hideously expensive. I could do it, of course- that's not a problem. But I hate to spend money if I don't have to; mother raised me to be practical even if it's not technically necessary. The other is a small university near Boston, and they saw fit to offer me a full scholarship, there to study music.
I've accepted it, and have transferred to a private prep school that apparently feeds into it, to get a feel for the area. I've been here roughly a week now, having accepted the application after the beginning of the second semester, but my tardy arrival in classes does not seem to provoke any outrage on the part of the administration.
I confess I am not best pleased with dormitory living. I had intended to take a dorm room at the University, but upon experiencing it I think I shall follow my second option of finding a house to share with a select few people. It seems more suited to my temperament: I prefer small groups of close friends and acquaintances to larger aggregations of people I do not know.
I advertised, when I arrived here, to teach piano on weekends; I find I enjoy it too much to give it up. My services have been contracted by two families already, and I have fallen into the habits of tutoring as easily here as i did in Oregon. In fact, I've a lesson in twenty minutes. I suppose I should freshen up and dig out the sheet music. It's one Richard Anderson's daughter, and she's fairly well along already, although her fingering is a little slipshod. He'd like her to perform this summer at his fiancée's garden parties, and she's got a bit of practicing to do before she's ready for that particular torment, but needs must, and he's paying me well for the privelege of tutoring his girl, so we'll make the best of it.
And then homework. There's no need to let my grades slip just because I've already got my acceptance and scholarship.
Feb. 3rd, 2007 @ 06:09 pm
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