nuns

Ha, I got a new job in... another flower shop! What's up with that? They're the only people who will hire me, apparently.
Lately I've been going back to poetry that I really loved; that's my reading material of choice when I can't sleep, which is always. But there's something wonderful about reading a poem that always has and still does make my heart beat a little faster while I'm sitting up at 2 am, and I don't know why. Maybe because I'm sleep deprived and it makes me a little crazy, so in some ways I appreciate it differently.
Going to a halloween party tomorrow, I'm thinking of being a nun. Any thoughts?

happenstance

It's a beautiful fall day today, sunny but crisp and cool. The leaves are changing and I see geese flying overhead again. I've survived another brush with contemporary music, and now I'm moving back to Shostakovitch and Beethoven for a while (plus a halloween concert with Lemony Snicket narrating! :) I love my new neighborhood. I ran into a farmer's market five minutes from my house today on my way to the library, where I bought ornamental gourds and honey and I'm already salivating in anticipation of next summer. That's all.

quarter-tones and drunken plans

I'm playing a lot of contemporary music these days, which is usually fun. It results in rehearsal talk about things like whether it's better to whack my strings with a quarter or whether some other sort of coin would suffice, and sometimes a great deal of debate as to what the hell the composer might have meant by the markings he put in our parts. And then sometimes we all drink together afterwards and brainstorm things like Radiohead cover concerts with arrangements by local people. Good times. I've entered the world of microtonality, and it's a crazy trip.
It's weird what a difference a lack of frequent internet access makes. Things that took up sooooo much of my time (like myspace and looking at my statcounter statistics) seem irrelevant and a little pointless. I can't even remember why it seemed so important. But on the flip side, I hardly ever talk to anybody. What does that say about my communication skills?

long time gone

So, it's been a while. The move was hellish; it involved us having to store all of our shit in the boiler room of the new building because the woman who lived in our new apartment didn't bother to either move all of her stuff or throw out what she didn't want. Which is okay if you're leaving, say, a fondue pot or a few coat hangers or something, but not if you're leaving significant amounts of stuff that will make the landlord not allow the new tenants to move in for two days, during which they will have to sleep on floors and try to keep their cats from having stress-induced heart attacks. Very fun.
But now we're in, and I still love the apartment and the area. And there's a big library with free wireless that I didn't know about fairly near, so maybe I'll actually be able to write more regularly and keep up with other people's lives.
I'm having some laundry issues today, so that's all for now.