Sunday, November 27, 2005

"Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea." --Robert A Heinlein Posted by Picasa

"Time spent with cats is never wasted." --Colette Posted by Picasa

Monday, November 21, 2005


Hi guys.
I know I haven't posted much anyway lately, so you're probably all just not reading anymore to save yourselves the trouble. Since I've been buried in a practice room when I haven't been taking care of end of the semester commitments, and will continue to be so for the next two weeks, I'm going to put blogging on hold. For honest this time. Don't worry- dead week isn't too far away and after that a whole month and a half of sitting on my ass. And you know that means quality blog time.

Take care, keep in touch, and wish me luck on my three (3!!!) juries.

Sunday, November 13, 2005


Yesterday Chuck and I drove down to Dallas and saw Tim's recital. It was AWESOME! Good job, Timberly.

We watched the Badgers play like they'd pooped their pants and then went for yummy Greek food. The Greek food cancelled out the Badgers losing. Yes folks, it's that good.

So that's a good time. Life has its roses.

argh, life

This has been a helluva crappy, busy, and rather depressing week. All the major stuff I had to do is finished, but I don't feel good about it. I'm dreading the returns on my efforts next week. FA Paper: not too shabby, but I need to do well in that class for the last push in order to make the grad student passing grade of B. Departmental performance: shaky at best, poorly performed and all in all just short of complete disaster. Okay, no it wasn't that bad. But I still refuse to listen to the tape week or so. Recording project: not good at all. Recording is hard, and on top of that I don't feel good enough about my trombone playing to be happy with the results. I learned a lot about my sound and technique and musicality, but it still stressed me out and wore me down. Worried about what Jan will say.

Stepped in some major holes in the Opera tonight. Felt like a big ol' turd.

Not sure if I'm happy or not. Sometimes I think everything's fine and dandy- a little annoying what with Texas being Texas and all (or, in the case of this week, downright ridiculous and bigoted). Other times, I realize that the unsolved issues are just piling up and up, and I'm not doing myself any good by not talking about them.

Note to self: be better about that.

Note to friends: If you want to talk, call me or something. You know the drill.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

photo dump

For you, my favorite photos from Halloween. Enjoy!

Thursday, November 03, 2005


Rush of anger this morning has caused me to skip out on class. Too many stupid things and I just can't believe how much this school sucks in terms of classes and how they're run.

I should be there. But I went to all the trouble to get the anthology out of Chuck's backpack in his car, and then I left it sitting on a chair in the living room. So I'm unprepared anyway. I emailed the prof on Tuesday saying that I wouldn't be at class today anyway- because originally I had planned to teach today instead of Friday so I could make an opera rehearsal. But it was too much trouble to rearrange my students so I'm sending a sub to that and going to classes today. However, prof didn't get back to me regarding my MANY questions in the email, and for that I am mildly outraged. Seriously.

And not just, "I'm skipping class on Thursday, blah blah." It was "I'm unable to make class, can we meet on Friday to discuss the lecture and perhaps get some insight on any assignments you've given?" and "I think I did poorly on the previous homework assignment. Can we talk about that as well and perhaps see if I could get another shot at it?"

Why ignore a student who's trying to get extra help to do her best? Why ignore ANYONE who's asked for a personal office hour when you made it clear you were always available for help?

Yes, I am paying for the class. I should go even if I'm frustrated with it. Why didn't I? Maybe I'm immature, irresponsible. I don't know. I just didn't want to see my grade on the last assignment and I didn't want to be stuck in a class without my book for a lecture I couldn't do the work on because of extenuating circumstances.