1) Work--I'm almost done genotyping (30,000+ data points, lol)! It's almost time to run mapmaker...
2) Gardening--I'll post pictures when it starts to look good. Let me just say that just looking at my opal basil makes me happy. Sigh.
3) Finding time to practice. Taking a break from the pretentious seriousness of Chausson's symbolist serres chaudes (how fitting, I know), the disturbing Wolf ala the Spanisches Liederbuch, and focusing on the Charles Ives. Old Charlie and Poulenc are probably my two favorite composers. I just get what they wrote--I often imagine myself taking walks by the Houstatonic with Ives or lunching with Francis at Maxim's.
4) Having a social life. I feel surrounded by friends more now than ever. What is it with summer?
5) Finding time for some strenuous exercise. Lane and I have been going mountain biking occasionally, and I am forcing myself to go the gym tomorrow. To continue with my Norman Rockwell fixation, here's a representation of my body image (Lord knows how many times I perused our coffee table book and wound up crying over this one).
3 comments:
The only thing you should feel when looking in the mirror is pride at being the most beautiful boy in the world!
Is it disturbing that I revel in Wolf? I can relate to him locking himself away in moments of non-productivity and then exploding in a fury of output. I guess the manic, binge-purge side of me gets him...
Craiger-
I too, love Wolf. There's often a subtle (or not so subtle) undercurrent of insanity or dementia to his music. One of my favorite passages:
In the Mignon--"es brennt
Mein Eingeweide"--which can be translated as "my insides are on fire" or as I like the grotesquely literal: "my guts are burning". I suppose its one of those German things where 'fleish' is meat...but really has a more disturbing connotation.
Love.
Dammit, update.
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