We had the pleasure of attending my Aunt Karen's wedding in Albany, NY this past weekend. I was hoisted from my dorm space literally the day of the wedding, we practiced our song in the car and before the ceremony, and then, well, sang. The singing went very well in my opinion. I missed a few notes but I think I covered well ;) . The ceremony itself was absolutely lovely. Shorter than I had expected, but still beautiful.
At this time I must interject that there is no one in the known universe that is cuter than my cousin Megan. She was the best flower girl ever.
And why is it that when it came time for the reception, I had accumulated another 4 glasses of champagne, from family members no doubt, to consume throughout the evening. The night mostly consisted of lots of eating (and I do mean lots - four courses of food! We actually used all of our forks!), dancing, and then, of course, my inebriation. However, I think I handled myself very well. I was never tipsy, though at the encouragement of Eric, my eldest brother, I chugged my last two glasses. Me with a little bit of alchohol only serves to obliterate my inhibitions. In other words, I become a dancing fool. And I enjoy that :) . My brother's site, the FunZone, offers a much better summary of the evening; I had a pseudo-drunken blast. (severely pseudo)
However, I returned to campus to enter my 1st official meeting of the Band Sorority, Tau Beta Sigma...and that is all I will say about that. I had an exam today, and another playing test in piano. Phew. I'm learning what it means to become flexible, manage time effectively, and be a well-rounded musician. This is looking to be a long haul; I just hope my opponents are ready for me, I've been working out.
Over and Out,
Adam
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
Conversations at the Urinal
So I was standing at the urinal with this guy on my way to see Crash at the Student Union theater, and my cell phone started buzzing in midstream. I thought to myself, “This is the most inopportune moment to have your cell phone go off.” Then I thought how fun it would be if the guy next to me thought the same. So I said it…out loud.
I think he grinned, but that was all, for dare he laugh, snort, or utter any sound and acknowledge that the conversation is occurring, he would shatter his own illusion of solitude. So I joked to the defaced wall in front of me.
And I thought, then, that there are only two moments in time when we are absolutely helpless: When taking a piss, and taking a crap. In terms of cell phone, peeing is the worst, because both hands are occupied. When sitting on the throne, one can still (hopefully) reach his/her pants and fetch the vibrating nuisance. However, the latter brings me to the point of the day.
The only time that those mysterious Ninja Monkeys that were dispatched to kill you (I am certain everyone has come across them)…could, is when you are sitting prostrated while pushing out your daily-inner-demons within your rectangle of relief. Food for thought…or indigestion.
On a more bloggish note, life is good. Piano has served as a positive alternative to biting my nails and my right hand at least is looking sexy (if one's fingers could be sexy). And upon being rejected by all four a cappella groups at the university, I have taken to scheduling most of my extra time to go toward the rehearsal of everything else I have to do. So at least it wasn't that I didn't try, and by practicing everything else, well, it just feels good to be skilled at your major for once.
My middle-range spot had already been taken. Everyone seems to be looking for either a Tenor I or a Bass 3. Good luck with that one guys. ;)
Hope all things are peachy. Thank you for reading.
Over and Out,
Adam
I think he grinned, but that was all, for dare he laugh, snort, or utter any sound and acknowledge that the conversation is occurring, he would shatter his own illusion of solitude. So I joked to the defaced wall in front of me.
And I thought, then, that there are only two moments in time when we are absolutely helpless: When taking a piss, and taking a crap. In terms of cell phone, peeing is the worst, because both hands are occupied. When sitting on the throne, one can still (hopefully) reach his/her pants and fetch the vibrating nuisance. However, the latter brings me to the point of the day.
The only time that those mysterious Ninja Monkeys that were dispatched to kill you (I am certain everyone has come across them)…could, is when you are sitting prostrated while pushing out your daily-inner-demons within your rectangle of relief. Food for thought…or indigestion.
On a more bloggish note, life is good. Piano has served as a positive alternative to biting my nails and my right hand at least is looking sexy (if one's fingers could be sexy). And upon being rejected by all four a cappella groups at the university, I have taken to scheduling most of my extra time to go toward the rehearsal of everything else I have to do. So at least it wasn't that I didn't try, and by practicing everything else, well, it just feels good to be skilled at your major for once.
My middle-range spot had already been taken. Everyone seems to be looking for either a Tenor I or a Bass 3. Good luck with that one guys. ;)
Hope all things are peachy. Thank you for reading.
Over and Out,
Adam
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Counter Rant II - Fear and Loathing in Life
A commentary on Risk and A piece of a Convoluted Mess – Part 2
Some people are born without fear; without inhibitions and devoid of judgments. They usually speak softly and the ones I know carry big guitars.
I saw a concert this evening…in a café. So it wasn’t a concert, it was an act. Anyway, my new friend Jeff, and a man I know from last semester’S sister, Beth, performed a veritable cornucopia of original songs (written by Beth) and a few covers.
Simply put, I adore the sound of a guitar, but even more than that, I worship the sound of two. Jeff’s harmony of voice and strings ebbed and evanesced between melodies seamlessly and Beth’s style was mesmerizing. Both are outstanding musicians, and Beth is a fantastic lyricist, so the mix was euphoric.
But Jeff has no fear.
He approaches everything with a smile or a grin that hides nothing. His actions are random, spontaneous, and sincere; merely actions, with no ulterior motives, mischievous planning, or malicious self-service…unlike the rest of us.
This allows him the ability to take risks, without the declaration that he is taking them. His actions are simple in execution, and could easily backfire, but I doubt he is even thinking about that. He becomes supple to his surroundings and never dwells on the past. In a way, he just exists, living and experiencing every day to the best of his ability.
Are we…Am I afraid to live? But, “what are you talking about? I’m living.” I mean, hey, no one wants to be improvident and end up making a decision that you regret, right? We want to be safe, we want to be secure; why risk failure?
Because then we become robots. We continue on the same path with the same routine, until the day we break down. We don’t change. Without risk, nothing changes.
…Maybe this is all part of God’s creative juices. Create one human who is entirely impavid and impervious to any affronts we can muster, then, to compensate, God disperses the mass excess of fear and self-doubt among the rest of us. Perhaps this is why our bodies and minds are so imbalanced (screwed up).
Speaking of change and offering a segway into a non-existent conclusion, I have diagnosed myself with Onychophagia (the compulsion to bite one’s nails) and since its symptoms match mine perfectly, I have hatched a plan to fight it (about bloody time). Two days and counting that I have not bitten or picked my nails (or I have stopped myself in time). Ergo, on some small level, I understand how some Smokers must feel, because this is HARD. I’ve had this habit for years and it has only worsened with age. They said braces would cure me, but it only offered itself as a challenge to the aspiring nail biter! I found ways around my impediment to achieve a higher level of Nail Biting!
It made me feel like I had accomplished something, somehow, like I had beat the system or some such nonsense. Also, as the description of Onychophagia suggests, nail biting serves as a type of energy release (it makes me feel good), so as one can imagine, the event of me depriving myself of such a sensation can be difficult.
So I am converting my overload of self-destructive desires into more positive forms of application…such as forcing myself to pay real attention in Geography (I learned a lot of nifty stuff, too!).
I am not afraid to change. Though my current impetus for this change is a girl, she is well worth the effort.
Old habits die hard, but I’ll die harder.
Over and Out,
Adam
Some people are born without fear; without inhibitions and devoid of judgments. They usually speak softly and the ones I know carry big guitars.
I saw a concert this evening…in a café. So it wasn’t a concert, it was an act. Anyway, my new friend Jeff, and a man I know from last semester’S sister, Beth, performed a veritable cornucopia of original songs (written by Beth) and a few covers.
Simply put, I adore the sound of a guitar, but even more than that, I worship the sound of two. Jeff’s harmony of voice and strings ebbed and evanesced between melodies seamlessly and Beth’s style was mesmerizing. Both are outstanding musicians, and Beth is a fantastic lyricist, so the mix was euphoric.
But Jeff has no fear.
He approaches everything with a smile or a grin that hides nothing. His actions are random, spontaneous, and sincere; merely actions, with no ulterior motives, mischievous planning, or malicious self-service…unlike the rest of us.
This allows him the ability to take risks, without the declaration that he is taking them. His actions are simple in execution, and could easily backfire, but I doubt he is even thinking about that. He becomes supple to his surroundings and never dwells on the past. In a way, he just exists, living and experiencing every day to the best of his ability.
Are we…Am I afraid to live? But, “what are you talking about? I’m living.” I mean, hey, no one wants to be improvident and end up making a decision that you regret, right? We want to be safe, we want to be secure; why risk failure?
Because then we become robots. We continue on the same path with the same routine, until the day we break down. We don’t change. Without risk, nothing changes.
…Maybe this is all part of God’s creative juices. Create one human who is entirely impavid and impervious to any affronts we can muster, then, to compensate, God disperses the mass excess of fear and self-doubt among the rest of us. Perhaps this is why our bodies and minds are so imbalanced (screwed up).
Speaking of change and offering a segway into a non-existent conclusion, I have diagnosed myself with Onychophagia (the compulsion to bite one’s nails) and since its symptoms match mine perfectly, I have hatched a plan to fight it (about bloody time). Two days and counting that I have not bitten or picked my nails (or I have stopped myself in time). Ergo, on some small level, I understand how some Smokers must feel, because this is HARD. I’ve had this habit for years and it has only worsened with age. They said braces would cure me, but it only offered itself as a challenge to the aspiring nail biter! I found ways around my impediment to achieve a higher level of Nail Biting!
It made me feel like I had accomplished something, somehow, like I had beat the system or some such nonsense. Also, as the description of Onychophagia suggests, nail biting serves as a type of energy release (it makes me feel good), so as one can imagine, the event of me depriving myself of such a sensation can be difficult.
So I am converting my overload of self-destructive desires into more positive forms of application…such as forcing myself to pay real attention in Geography (I learned a lot of nifty stuff, too!).
I am not afraid to change. Though my current impetus for this change is a girl, she is well worth the effort.
Old habits die hard, but I’ll die harder.
Over and Out,
Adam
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