Cars and Marriage

Well, both my headlights are out, which means I can’t drive at night. To locals of Connecticut, this is a way of explaining that I am a complete loser. Yes, a car is as vital and as necessary an accessory as it was in my high school.

So I was telling some story to Heidi (Heidi is the woman who told me I was too tall to date, so now we’re buddies) that involved me getting a ride someplace, and she responded by saying she was going to come help me fix my car. Hopefully, this big ‘L’ will drop off my forehead…

After a lot of labor, I can now say that the bulbs are not blown and the fuse is not out and what’s wrong is anybody’s guess. consumer reports says something about weird electrical problems like the in the 98 bug. I’m calling the dealer tomorrow.
And, in the other news of the subject line, Dubya now supports a constitutional amendment against gay marriage. Ok, so things have been pretty clear for a while now that Christi and I did not get married to live happily ever after (yeah, all this “breaking up” stuff….). we really got married in an attempt to destroy the institution of marriage. I can tell that family values are very precarious and need constant vigilance and that the opposite sex marriage of everyone in america could be destroyed, so that’s why we did it. Who knew Bush would catch on? He must be smarter than he looks.
Ok, maybe I wanted to live happily ever after, but failing that, smashing the entire isntution wouldn’t be so bad.

Spring Break!

I will depart Bradley Internation airport (located a mere 45 minutes form the wesleyan campus) on Thursday March 4th at 1:51 pm, which gives me time to provide my ride (whoever he or she may be) with lunch. Or, I could provide my ride with breakfast and spend some time in the airport doing reading for my Mystic Voices class.

I will arrive in Oakland, CA on Thursday March 4th at 7:42 pm. I will be amazed at the warm weather. I will immediately want either mexican food, chinese food or japanese food or good onion rings. in any case, i will be pining for the food offerings of my homeland, which I would certainly share with my ride

While in California, I will visit the beach. I will visit my family members. I will visit the Lexington Club. I will also do reading for my Mystic Voices class.

I would also like to do some gigging. I will have 20 minutes of laptop music. I can open for yer show. I can play at your house party. By the end of the break, I should have a longer set.

I will depart Oakland on sunday March 21 at 6:00 in the morning. Ugh. the tickets were about $70 cheaper. I will take a cab.
I will arrive at Bradley International airport on sunday March 21st at 5:00 pm. I will provide my ride with dinner (at a Middletown Zagat-rated restaurant!!) and a movie.

all i wanna do is sleep

christi missed her flight out here and on the same day got an offer to go do field recordings in China (for which she would get a grant) and to be music director on a movie done by the same person who did Winged Migration. Her star is rising. Specifically it’s rising because she’s far away from me.

I love Gavin Newsom

Ok, so he has problems. But goddamn, this a momentous thing he’s done. February 12th every year should be Gavin Newsom day and events ought to be held to commemorate it. He’s a striahgt guy and he did this. He’s a mainstream democrat straight guy.

a happy couple. I met Hyde and Dawn when I went to the Michigan Women’s music festival a few years ago. That’s also when they met. Dawn moved to California shortly thereafter and I would sometimes see them around. And today they got married.

This is momentous. I wish i was home.

acadmic writing

“New paradigms of the responding self, capable of exemplifying the dialogic relation that structures the meaning space deliminated by the biblical canon, spring up along this trajectory of interpretation.” (Riccoeur, “The Summoned Subject in the School of the Narratives of the Prophetic Vocation.” In Figuring the Scared: Religion, Narration and Imagination. p 267)

The debate:

Is academic writing bullshit or horseshit?

While heretofore the traditional cry of the beleagured student, representing an esprit de corps as much as a remonstrance against obfuscated elusitivty, has been to invoke bovine post-gustatory effluent, it is encumbent upon scholars to examine the lexical baggage surrounding this phraseology and unpack possible biases. For instance, exegesis of the prefix unearths an allusivity to masculinormative beastomorphism, clearly substantiating latent gender issues in the academy, a constituent of occidental scholastic heritage. This, conforming to the mysogonist preposition that congizance is a masculine endeavor. Contrast this now to the symbolic grid envoked via refrences to enquine imagery. The social gendered meaning space deliminated the academic tradition remains undiscerned, masking a recalcitrant responce to gynoschoalistisim or evoking the semiotics of tolerance? Given the subjectivity of differentiating the two prepositions and to avoid “looking a gift horse in the mouth,” the communal recitation is quasi-mandated to equimorphise. That is, academic writing is horseshit.

what about academic music?

ah yes. What about academic music? My music is heavily academically influenced. this is my second round of music school. i read acadademic books about music. i talk to professors. i create stuff that is respected in academic settings (more or less), but doesn’t have much of an outside audience. Just like the essays of the guy I quote at the top of this post. Academics like him. they know the lineage of his teachers and can recognize his influences. The read him and think about him and incorporate his ideas into their own writings. just like music.
well, ok, so is my music horseshit? Some people like it (mostly academics and other composers). But some people also like academic writing (mostly academics). So horseshit is in the eye of the beholder, I guess. Or, maybe pretension is always horshit?
Morton feldman just wrote things as he wanted to. He didn’t have a system. He wrote notes down on paper and people played them. No manifestos. No pronouncements on “invoking temoporal space.” Just notes on paper.
I think music is nifty, but it’s not like finding a cure for cancer or something. It’s entertainment. People ultimately listen or don’t listen based on how they like the sounds, not because of over-intellectulazised program notes. music is nifty. “nifty.” not “secular quasi spiritual pathos.”

Learning things

Last semester, I learned to tie my shoelaces so that they don’t come untied. This semester, I think I’ll learn about how to do bow markings, so string players can figure out how to play notes I write. Maybe next semester, I’ll learn some social skills. I need to concentrate on the usefulness of bowmarkings, or i’ll never do my reading again.