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28 August 2005

I’ve done it! I’ve done it!

Can you guess what I’ve done?

-Shel Silverstein

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It’s been a while

25 August 2005

Yeah, I know. I think I now qualify as a negligent blogger.

I realised today that playing the piano is something like exercise for me, or it purges the same part of my soul that exercise purges. Maybe not exactly the same, and there’s something that music adds that exercise doesn’t have. I played the piano this afternoon when I was tired and stressed, and realized when I was done that I felt the same blessed emptiness I sometimes feel after a run. That’s both really cool and a little weird.

Music is so expressive. I have one song that I really like to play over and over and over again (Bergmuller’s Agitato), and I can express so much with it, both in a single playing, and in playing it over and over again different ways. I can finally remember it well enough (most of the time), that I can actually play with dynamics. I feel like I’m discovering music, like something awakened in me that could play it, and that could play with it–something that I either didn’t have access to before, or that I didn’t think I had, or something like that. And it’s exciting, when I can play with it and not expect myself to be perfect or even to be good. I think, overall, if I had to choose, I’d rather be able to play with it.

It’s been a while

25 August 2005

Yeah, I know. I think I now qualify as a negligent blogger.

I realised today that playing the piano is something like exercise for me, or it purges the same part of my soul that exercise purges. Maybe not exactly the same, and there’s something that music adds that exercise doesn’t have. I played the piano this afternoon when I was tired and stressed, and realized when I was done that I felt the same blessed emptiness I sometimes feel after a run. That’s both really cool and a little weird.

Music is so expressive. I have one song that I really like to play over and over and over again (Bergmuller’s Agitato), and I can express so much with it, both in a single playing, and in playing it over and over again different ways. I can finally remember it well enough (most of the time), that I can actually play with dynamics. I feel like I’m discovering music, like something awakened in me that could play it, and that could play with it–something that I either didn’t have access to before, or that I didn’t think I had, or something like that. And it’s exciting, when I can play with it and not expect myself to be perfect or even to be good. I think, overall, if I had to choose, I’d rather be able to play with it.

…photocopying before. Actually, the copying itself wasn’t fun, but actually having some structure to my day was. And getting out of the house. And getting out of my head. And fighting with the copier…oh, wait, no…that wasn’t fun. I don’t think I’ve ever felt sillier when doing something bland like making copies. But it helped a lot when someone who knows the copy machine well walked in and said, “Why is it doing THAT?!!?!” And restarted it for me. And then it worked. And later, I found out just why it kept doing that particuler thing to me (though I never did figure out all of its quirkiness).

And Betsy shouldn’t ever let me loose in her office, unsupervised. She might come back to my having browsed her books for several hours and not accomplished anything. 🙂

Oh, and you see the strangest assortment of people when you walk to Biola at about 10 am. Like John Mark Reynolds bouncin’ along to his iPod. Or maybe he’s just a peppy walker.

…photocopying before. Actually, the copying itself wasn’t fun, but actually having some structure to my day was. And getting out of the house. And getting out of my head. And fighting with the copier…oh, wait, no…that wasn’t fun. I don’t think I’ve ever felt sillier when doing something bland like making copies. But it helped a lot when someone who knows the copy machine well walked in and said, “Why is it doing THAT?!!?!” And restarted it for me. And then it worked. And later, I found out just why it kept doing that particuler thing to me (though I never did figure out all of its quirkiness).

And Betsy shouldn’t ever let me loose in her office, unsupervised. She might come back to my having browsed her books for several hours and not accomplished anything. 🙂

Oh, and you see the strangest assortment of people when you walk to Biola at about 10 am. Like John Mark Reynolds bouncin’ along to his iPod. Or maybe he’s just a peppy walker.

Ahh, yesss…

12 August 2005

…this is apparently the part of the show where I learn that “adulthood” is a much fuzzier category than I had once assumed.

And it is. As are “responsibility”, “anger”, and several others that I can’t quite put names to yet.

Pray for me. I like things in black and white.

Ahh, yesss…

12 August 2005

…this is apparently the part of the show where I learn that “adulthood” is a much fuzzier category than I had once assumed.

And it is. As are “responsibility”, “anger”, and several others that I can’t quite put names to yet.

Pray for me. I like things in black and white.