....is just that. Work.
The very word brings endless hours of drudgery and pointless tasks to mind.
So far, so good. The TA lab has seen one student who hasn't even asked a question. So I'll sit here and do my homework, because in a few days, I won't have time to breathe in between answering questions. At least that's what they tell me. Right now, it's just "work". Or lack there of.
Oh and did I mention that I'm doing this for seven hours today? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that's right. Seven hours of homework. Well, at least I'll be a little ahead in my Calculus class. Five assignments ahead.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I have this job. I just wish I could actually do something to earn the money they're giving me. I'm sure I will. Just not right now.
So I will sit and write at my blog instead. :)
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Ratatouille
Last night I watched Ratatouille with my brothers. What a cute movie! Having been raised on Disney / Pixar classics, I thought it was very well done. Yeah, I know it came out in 2007, but it hasn't gotten old by 2010! Watch the following clip:
The darling Alfredo Linguini attempts to tell Colette his secret. But when words fail, well, the following clip shows the rest:
Notice the pepper spray. Colette really thinks Alfredo's crazy! But she hears him out and gives him a chance. Ah, love, in Paris. With a rat on Linguini's head. So romantic! Anyways, just remember to give the crazy ones a chance. They'll end up changing your life (whether or not you're in a movie).
The darling Alfredo Linguini attempts to tell Colette his secret. But when words fail, well, the following clip shows the rest:
Notice the pepper spray. Colette really thinks Alfredo's crazy! But she hears him out and gives him a chance. Ah, love, in Paris. With a rat on Linguini's head. So romantic! Anyways, just remember to give the crazy ones a chance. They'll end up changing your life (whether or not you're in a movie).
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Say Hey
I like this song. I don't know how long it's been around, but it popped up on my Pandora the other day, and it was love at first sight......I mean note. Love at first note. I like that too.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Nice People
I love nice people. I really do. Especially nice people who I don't even know. Whose cars I run into.
Nice people, you make the world worth living in. Thank you for being so nice.
Anyways, I was pulling into a parking spot in the Cutler's parking lot with the HUGE van and I misjudged the space between the cars, so I scratched another guy's car. Really, it was just paint rubbing off onto my car. The guy and his teenage daughter came out and looked at it; he got my name and number and insurance information, said he thought it would be about $400 to fix. He drove off (there weren't any dents, just a little bit of paint rubbed off), Caitlin and I went inside to eat lunch. I called my mom to let her know what had happened. I enjoyed my lunch and talking with Caitlin (another of the world's nicest people), but afterwards, when I was driving home, I started to freak out.
Fortunately, when I got home, this guy called and said not to worry, he had taken care of the paint damage himself, he wasn't going to call the insurance or anything.
I breathed out a huge sigh of relief.
I love nice people.
Nice people, you make the world worth living in. Thank you for being so nice.
Anyways, I was pulling into a parking spot in the Cutler's parking lot with the HUGE van and I misjudged the space between the cars, so I scratched another guy's car. Really, it was just paint rubbing off onto my car. The guy and his teenage daughter came out and looked at it; he got my name and number and insurance information, said he thought it would be about $400 to fix. He drove off (there weren't any dents, just a little bit of paint rubbed off), Caitlin and I went inside to eat lunch. I called my mom to let her know what had happened. I enjoyed my lunch and talking with Caitlin (another of the world's nicest people), but afterwards, when I was driving home, I started to freak out.
Fortunately, when I got home, this guy called and said not to worry, he had taken care of the paint damage himself, he wasn't going to call the insurance or anything.
I breathed out a huge sigh of relief.
I love nice people.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Perfection
You know what's frustrating? Sitting down at the piano and playing a piece of music you learned years ago. You remember most of it, you play it through a few times, then you get frustrated. Because you can't play it perfectly. You never could. You perfectly remember every note you learned incorrectly, every chord that you couldn't voice right, every musical phrase butchered by your imperfect fingers. You remember it perfectly. You play it perfectly. But it's not perfect.
Every piece of music that I love I destroy. Rachmaninoff's Prelude, Grieg's Concerto, Chopin's Etude, Debussy's Doctor Gradus, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I love them so much. My heart breaks every time I hear them, because I cannot play them the way they sound inside my head.
In my mind, they are perfect. I can see every note, every dynamic marking, the composer's birth and death years, the double bar signaling the end. They're each beautiful. They look beautiful, they sound beautiful, they're perfect.
I am not. I try so hard to reach that perfection, and every time I reach, I fall short. Someone once said "shoot for the moon, if you miss, you still land among the stars." I'm not shooting for the moon. I'm aiming at the perfection that is always just out of my grasp. So even if I miss, which I do, I have nowhere to land.
I've been told no one is perfect. If that's true, why do we keep trying? Maybe it's because we are commanded to be perfect. It's not an impossible task. Sometime in the future, I will be perfect.
Let me say that again: I will be perfect.
No one can stop me. I will try to reach perfection every day of my life. I will still be frustrated. I will still have mistakes. I will still remember all the wrong notes I learned so long ago. But I will fix them. And one day, I will play music that is perfect. So perfect that the music in my head will match it, and there will be no disharmony. And I will finally be satisfied.
Every piece of music that I love I destroy. Rachmaninoff's Prelude, Grieg's Concerto, Chopin's Etude, Debussy's Doctor Gradus, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I love them so much. My heart breaks every time I hear them, because I cannot play them the way they sound inside my head.
In my mind, they are perfect. I can see every note, every dynamic marking, the composer's birth and death years, the double bar signaling the end. They're each beautiful. They look beautiful, they sound beautiful, they're perfect.
I am not. I try so hard to reach that perfection, and every time I reach, I fall short. Someone once said "shoot for the moon, if you miss, you still land among the stars." I'm not shooting for the moon. I'm aiming at the perfection that is always just out of my grasp. So even if I miss, which I do, I have nowhere to land.
I've been told no one is perfect. If that's true, why do we keep trying? Maybe it's because we are commanded to be perfect. It's not an impossible task. Sometime in the future, I will be perfect.
Let me say that again: I will be perfect.
No one can stop me. I will try to reach perfection every day of my life. I will still be frustrated. I will still have mistakes. I will still remember all the wrong notes I learned so long ago. But I will fix them. And one day, I will play music that is perfect. So perfect that the music in my head will match it, and there will be no disharmony. And I will finally be satisfied.
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