Friday, October 1, 2010

Cosmic Bowling, Bibliographies and a whole lot of fun!

Hello Campers,

Its been a good week friends. I'm feeling better and over my cold, its fall in a beautiful city, I'm meeting people, and ive been productive. What more could I ask for. I am just getting in from a very adventurous night of Cosmis bowling and beer at this great place about twenty minutes outside downtown. It was my first time on the Ottawa bus system as I've never really had a need for it so far. Very nice. I got to pull the cord for our stop. Made me feel like I actually live here. It was a nice group of us who went tonight. A very nice guy named Ian, who apparently went to DAL and plays Bassoon, Derek the Pianist, Erin who is in musicology with me, Tina Beena, Megan and Ed! It was super fun.

Last night, was not as much fun. We had an assignment due for the introduction to musical research class. DEAR GOD. Basically, without boring you all into a stupor, it was a bibliography assignment. We had to find 22 different score, books, articles, etc but all related to Der Kunst der Fuge. It probably took...8?...solid hours all told to do. And then after we had all found them on our own, we got together last night at my place (about 8 of us from the class) to debrief and drink wine and talk periods, italics, underlines, publishers blah fricken blah. It was nice to be social, but the material was dry!

Anywho, the rest of my week was mildly eneventful in any real sense. I stayed in a lot, went to the lib a lot, wrote a lot. PS! Acadia music people....We may have had it bad in terms of libraries as far as sources went and such, but the music library here closes at 8 on weekdays, and is only open 1-5 on weekends!?!?!! Thats redic to me. The large arts lib where all the MT's and ML's are is open late, but what if you need scores?!??!  Anyway...

Tomorrow I am heading to the market with Megan and Ed with a possibility of dinner with my cousin and her husband tomorrow night. Unsure. Things are going well though. I pass in my grant applications on monday and start to pray to whatever god I know doesnt exist so that I get it. I gots big plans and they all require money! But once its in, its in. No sense worrying eh?

Things are finally starting to pick up a bit, but its funny, even with the 100+ pages of reading I have to do for the following week, writing and an article summary, I feel like that was about a two day span in  my undergrad. Granted, the level of everything is that much higher, but still...

I'll leave you with a quick story and a quote. When we got off the bus tonight around the corner from my place, there were drunk girls heading back to res (I assume) with a couple guys. One girl looked a little worse for wear, but then we noticed that someone had thrown up ALLLLL down her back, and the rest of it was on the sidewalk....Even on my worst nights I never had someone throw up all down me...Hope she got home, showered and went to BED!

This is a long one, and as usual it has nothing to do with anything other than I love it. Its from my faovite play by Tony Kushner called Angels in America. This quote is one of the closing quotes of the 5 hour play, and spoken by Harper for those of you who know the play.

Enjoy, love you all!

I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something that only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Nothing's lost forever. In this world, there's a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so. 

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