Friday, April 29, 2005

Happy Friday Recital Day!


Viola up. Posted by Hello

Here's hoping for a great night. Eli (the pianist) and I feel ready. We had an absolutely terrible time in class on Wednesday. I chalk it up to me being sick & him worrying about his Oral Exams, which were just an hour after class.

The next day our rehearsal was like two different people. People who get along and actually listen to one another. People who want to hear what the viola is doing over the ridiculously loud & busy piano part. Don't worry, it's not like Eli hasn't heard this stuff before. He's a Rumanian Israeli; he can deal. I am so jealous that he's DONE! Dr. Eli.

I love Sally (viola prof), I like Madison, I like our house. I like playing recitals. {TONIGHT, 6pm, THE UNITARIAN PLACE} I don't like thinking about these final hoops to jump- but I know I'm being a wussy.

What I really want is to know that I'll get a job I like in the part of the country I want, and that this piece of very expensive wallpaper will have been worth it. If they can guarantee that, then I can handle studying the minute details of obscure & crappy composers (Meyerbeer, anyone?).

Monday, April 25, 2005

"Disconnecting from change does not recapture the past. It loses the future."
— Kathleen Norris

"How much time, creative energy, and emotion do we expend resisting change because we assume growth must always be painful? Much personal growth is uncomfortable, but it's worse to thwart the ascent of your authenticity."
— Sarah Ban Breathnach


"If anybody wants to keep creating, they have to be about change."
— Miles Davis

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Fruitcrackers

If you had a hundred thousand dollars, what would you do with it? Buy two people yuppie educations? One in something really smart & practical... oh.. say... law. And the other in something obscure and fruity...how about viola performance!

Crazy, right? Fruitcrackers.

But how blessed are we? To get to even make this choice... if decisions make you a tough I expect to come out of the next few years positively buff.

By the way, some portion of that money should obviously go to fun clothes and shoes for the performer, right?? Especially if she gets them at Goodwill and/or the bargain racks and the mother ship itself (AKA tj maxx).

I tried the whole little dress over jeans look today. A full ten years after I remember thinking people looked demented in Tokyo wearing that. Tastes change, right? But I hereby do solemnly swear to never ever ever like Hello Kitty.

Can I get an Amen?

Friday, April 22, 2005

Decisions, decisions

How do you make them?

Here's a cool quote I found online at the site for the Mars Hill Graduate School. (Rachael's mama went there)

"It's interesting that we are designed unable to see our own face. We need others to look upon us and interact with us in order to grow in both wisdom and maturity. The Mars Hill Graduate School counseling degree is about learning to read the human soul. We read not to define the other, but instead to interact with the other with the hope of redemption for our neighbor and for ourselves. [Our school] is about the work of understanding the power of relationship to bless, disrupt, convict, and create the arena for God's Spirit to bring freedom and reconciliation."
-Kirk Webb, Counseling Chair


I was thinking about this because it was just so nice to hang with Tiffany (& Betsy & Chloe, too!) this morning. There are certain people who show you other cool ways to think / live that you could see yourself stretching to, you know what I mean? Some people you meet and you just know you're not "like" them, even if you love the way they are. Then there are folks who reflect enough of what you're like but add enough of the exotic/different that it expands you a little, too.

As iron sharpens iron, so a man sharpens the countenance of his friend …. As in water face reflects face, so a man's heart reveals the man. Proverbs 27:17, 19

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Sheesh- is it almost Thursday already??

It's one of those weeks that flits past at an angle, almost by itself.

I turned in a 37 page paper this week, entitled, "Starting a Music Festival: an Annotated Interview with Stephanie Jutt". It felt like the last day of school in third grade. Sooooo happy.

The best part of today was the walk we took after rehearsal at church tonight. I love the feeling of my hand in J's when mine's a little chilly and his is soft & warm(which is always).

Simon helped clean the floors today- we've decided Pine Sol smells like camping. If you're camping where there are latrines.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Stuck bunnies...


stuck bunnies Posted by Hello
Here's our little refugee stuck bunnies. Jonathan found them this afternoon mowing- they had somehow jumped into the window well and couldn't get out. We left them alone for a bit, then took their pictures without their permission, lifted them out, (then removed one from the garage) and watched them run into various spots.

Honestly, and don't nobody throw nothin, I was tempted to adopt the little one (in the back in this pic), but then I looked online and it turns out it's a bad idea. Wild rabbits will actually struggle so hard they'll break their backs to get away from people as they get older.

Plus, I had a rabbit once and it was a bad deal. He peed on my lap and thought all fingers were carrots. Not good.
Here's gardening project number one: and it's our front yard. It's been a wreck all winter (one great thing about snow) and now I'm feeling like we're the "bad" house on the block.


And here, for all to see, is our backyard garden. Our future backyard garden. The raspberries made it!! There are pansies waiting to go in the box around the edge. Next come tomatoes, lettuce, and peas. Do you know how hard it is to get pieces of wood to line up? and then to pound nails in? doh. Gotta get some of those plate-thingies that will connect two pieces of lumber in a row.


Here's J's gardening face:

Friday, April 15, 2005

SPRING: "the body is a sacred garment"

There are birds out, and kids and flowers, and the grass is GREEEEEN and it smells lovely. I can open the sun roof when I'm driving and the car is HOT when I come back to it. Halleluja! And I mean it- it's helped my outlook so much.

I've worn my wedding shoes two days in a row, and I think they will be the first pair I even buy twice.

The body is a sacred garment.
Martha Graham 1893-1991


This is the Martha for whom Aaron Copland wrote Appalachian Spring. We're playing it tonight in the Chamber Orchestra and it's one of my favorites. It's reminding me of youth symphony in Fairbanks with Dr. Duff.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005


This one's for you, Dad.  Posted by Hello

h h h h c


holy holy holy Posted by Hello


holy cow Posted by Hello

These are in Brandon, Wisconsin.
Population: 1 policeman, so go 25.
I do, even though it takes cruise control to keep it there.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Another view...

...here's how I felt after practicing Paganini yesterday. It got better, but I love this picture.

Batter up!

Friday, April 08, 2005

flowbee nation

You just wait till I post the picture of Simon after I myself groomed him. You know how moms cut their kids' bangs until they're soooo short their little forheads look naked and scared?

Well, I sort of did that to his ears. He looks like a cavalier with lab ears now. We both nearly peed ourselves laughing at him tonight when we made it home. He flipped on his back in shame, wagging all the while.

So, here he is. Not too bad, right?


But wait... here's... the bad side.


...and here he is apparently wishing he had been born a frog, forever free from haircuts.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Theological Thoughts

M's post on Mormonism reminded me of a recent religious epiphany that I struggled with. I haven't fully resolved my dilemma either, except to say that I suppose it's one of those faith things.

It occurred to me not too long ago that to an "outsider," the message of salvation - specifically the whole exclusivity thing - can appear petty. Seriously. What we Christians say is - you need to believe thus and so to be saved. What you did in this life doesn't matter. If you don't believe, you're going to hell.

Now, if I'm a nonchristian but generally good person, I hear this and think to myself - well, if that's so, gee, God seems rather petty, now doesn't he? I mean, consider the ramifications of our belief. If Hitler/Stalin/Dahmer/(insert favorite embodiment of evil here) recanted at his deathbed and "truly" believed, they'd be saved, and be with God now. Conversely, your atheistic aunt and uncle, who give to every charity known to man, are kind to strangers and animals, and would pretty much throw themselves in front of a bus to save your life, will go to hell.

And all because they didn't believe one little thing. Hmmm... seems.... petty. What we do on earth accounts for nothing, except for some promise of cosmic "rewards" when we die, provided we believed? It's not suprising to me that nonchristians can have a hard time!


***** Comment from Miriam:*****
{sorry, i jumped into your post because I wasn't sure links would work in the actual comment window thingy.}
Well, I looked around in my head and couldn't find nuthin' worth posting. So I asked my good buddy Ravi Zacharaias and he said:
One of the most fallacious ideas ever spawned in Western attitudes toward truth is the oft-repeated pronouncement that exclusionary claims to truth are a Western way of thinking. The East, it is implied, accepts all religions as equally true.

This is patently false. Every religion, without exception, has some foundational beliefs that are categorically nonnegotiable and exclude everything to the contrary. You see, truth by definition is exclusive. If truth were all-inclusive, nothing would be false. And if nothing were false, what would be the meaning of true? Furthermore, if nothing were false, would it be true to say that everything is false? It quickly becomes evident that nonsense would follow.

Truth, very simply stated, boils down to two tests: Statements made must correspond to reality, and the system of thought that is developed as a result must be coherent. The correspondence and coherence tests are applied by all of us in matters that affect us.1

When Jesus said, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No man comes to the Father except through me” (John 14:6), he was making a very reasonable statement by affirming truth’s exclusivity. The question one may legitimately ask is whether he demonstrated that claim rather than just stating it without any reasonable defense. Hence it is very important when making truth claims before an audience to clarify them. This task is the first and most important step in apologetics.

Then I found an article by Dr. Alan Scholes (from Intervarsity & stuff)
The Artful Dodger: A Skeptic Confronts Christianity
Here he’s discussing what he read in Francis Schaeffer’s writing on the “unfairness” of exclusivity in faith.

Schaeffer then explained the passage with the following illustration: Imagine that each baby is born into the world with an invisible tape recorder hung around his neck. Imagine further that these are very special recorders that record only when moral judgments are made. Aesthetic judgments such as "This is beautiful" are not recorded. But whenever a person makes such a statement as "She's such a gossip," or "He's so lazy," the recorder turns on, records the statement and turns off. Many times each day the recorder operates, as the person makes moral judgments about those around him, recording dozens of judgments each week, hundreds every year and thousands in a lifetime.

Then the scene shifts, and we suddenly see all the people of the world standing before God at the end of time. "God, it's not fair for You to judge me," say some. "I didn't know about Christ. No one taught me the Ten Commandments, and I never read the Sermon on the Mount."

Then God speaks. "Very well. Since you claim not to know My laws, I will set aside My perfect standard of righteousness. Instead I will judge you on this." And as He pushes the button on the recorder, the person listens with growing horror as his own voice pours forth a stream of condemnation toward those around him..."She shouldn't be doing this." "He was wrong in that"-thousands upon thousands of moral judgments.

When the tape ends, God says, "This will be the basis of My judgment: how well have you kept the moral standards you proved that you understood by constantly applying them to those around you. Here you accused someone of lying, yet have you ever stretched the truth? You were angry at that fellow for being selfish, yet have you ever put your own interests above someone else's needs?"
And every person will be silent. For no one has consistently lived up to the standard he demands of others.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Things I've heard about...

Overheard today at the Pancake Cafe:
A boy of about 8 years was at a table near us fervently relating to his parents and most of the restaurant a tale of his day. He was speaking in that voice peculiar to young boys, so loud his voice was nearly straining, but casually; not with any agression or particular excitement. Almost as though he was reading to too big an audience. His inflection generally went up at the end of sentences, but not as much as, say, Californian gen-x chics do.
"So I was talking after church with Mrs. Felling and we were speaking in Spanish because she speaks Spanish and so I asked her how do you say I Love You and it's Te Amo and I told her I think that's a really good name for a dog."
I practically cried- marriage is making me a sap- and now I think we should get another dog and name it Te Amo.

Spring:
There were countless red-winged blackbirds trilling and cardinals whoopwhooopwhooopwhoop weeeeting today when we rode our bikes to town. And there was one spot on the trail, like so many other marshy spots we passed except this one was riotous with frogs. We decided they must have chosen that place over all the others for the schools. Or the taxes.

Resurrection:
We heard a foley artist interviewed on the radio the other day. They're the folks who squish watermelons and rattle things to make the sounds you hear in movies. He said that if you encounter something totally out of your experience you will most likely not register it at all. (That's why they like to use everyday objects for most of their sounds.) The unknowable becomes invisible to you, like pitches too high or low for your brain to interpret. They enter your ear, they even stimulate your hearing mechanism like perceiveable sounds, but your processing center doesn't know what to do with them. I think that's why it's hard to wrap your head around resurrection. (my head)

Further proof of Gillian Welch's lyrical prowess:
Oh the night came undone like a party dress
And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess
The smoke and the whiskey came home in her curls
And they crept through the dreams of the barroom girl