So my day has been interesting thus far.
Hundreds (and I do mean hundreds) of little kids come wandering in the store.
Many of them dressed like spider man, some like batman, a couple like the Hulk, and one lonely soul, as the Flash.
I like the flash.
I've seen witches today, most of whom claim to be good witches.
I've seen several pirates, dragons and puppy dogs.
There were three or four kids that didn't even try, they weren't in a discernable costume.
Maybe they were being themselves for Halloween.
It's something that we as a society and individuals don't always succeed at.
It's refreshing to see so many young spirited individuals who's enthusiasm for something as mundane as candy will make them approach a total stranger for it.
Plus they make me laugh. Most don't like to say Trick or Treat. I don't know why.
Though one kid sang a little Halloween song for me, that made me chuckle. I gave her an extra piece of candy for it.
One man gave me candy.
A little bag filled with sugary goodness.
Mmmmm......
I've put a new link up for my buddy Sandman. It has some of his art, some comments. He's got a relatively complex storyline behind all the paintings, though I don't know much about it. Check it out if your of a mind.
I don't know if any of the ladies from Dorian Mirth visit or not.
I'm guessing not, I know Kierst used to, but I'm thinking even she doesn't anymore.
So I don't know if they know about the link to the side yet.
I'll say this early because I probably won't get a chance to say it again.
Or I won't want too.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
So there is aparently a new subspecies of humans that have been discovered.
3 feet tall.
They coexisted with modern homo-sapiens, neanderthal, and homo erectus.
Strange....
Doesn't really change my life, until one of these emensly little creatures comes in to by a book;
then I'm going to catch the little bastard and make them give me their gold.
Why'd you delete that post Wyrd?
Hey Sandman, email the link to your msn site again, I seemed to have lost it, and I want to link it to my blog.
I'm at a loss, I've nothing to do tonight... fifth night in a row.
I think I'm going to eat some pudding... chocalte pudding, cause I like pudding.
There's this peice for wind orchestra called "Raga" that is rather occupying my thoughts.
When I decided to go into composition up on campus it was primarily to write music for concert bands.
My original intention was to get my bachelor's then pursue a masters and a doctorate in composition.
I would aim to be an independent composer of concert band music and small ensemble works, with a doctorate to fall back on and (with any luck) a teaching job some where...
That's what I had originally planned.
I have written one piece for concert band, a fool piece, very energetic sporadict piece about ten minutes long.
There are things in that piece that would give a conductor a headache: duplets in 6/8 time that keep switching back and forth. Mixed meter up the wazoo. Yeah things I like to do.
Sudden tempo shifts.
"Raga" is like a piece I would want to write for band, it's not as choatic or seemingly random, but it has the sound I like, the chord progressions if you will.
It uses alot of large range gaps between the instruments.
The piece I consider my best work thus far is my "trumpet sonata". When it goes back into the fast section after the long slow meloncholic section the piano takes off.
It's very cool and very intense... only the midi version, which sounds like a real piano, doesn't have the same volume as a real piano or the same presence.
When I listen to that piece and I get to that section, I get an intense feeling of satisfaction, the last minute of the Trumpet sonata is personally very satisfying.
"Raga" gives me that same feeling, the last minute.
I could tell you about all the cool things in both peices. I could point things out to all of you, why I like it, what makes the pieces cool.
But I would hope you would want to discover it on your own, I'd like every single one of you to have the same satisfaction when listening to them.
*You say times are tough, we've got the best of both worlds....
I can't complain... really. I'm broke as usual, but I'll be paid soon enough.
I eat enough, or at least I'm fat enough.
There's a gorgeous brunette wandering around the store right now, talking on a cell phone.
Life isn't so bad.
Ok, it is; she just left.
No really it isn't.... well, I did stub my broke toe this morning, I think I'm going to cut it off.
*...hear the clamor of the feeding pen...
Tom, you need to post about your weekend.
I think the chap may have finally found a good woman.
Post Tom.
Post
*Up there on the platform/He is speaking to the people/The people are responding/With clapping and a cheering/But the meaning of the message/Not revealed to those assembled/They're taken for a ride/Taken in his stride
So how's everybody else doing? It's been strangly quiet this week on the blogs.
I hope life is treating you all well...
and I hope that the week finds you joy.
*today's quotes curtesy of midnight oil
I can't walk so I guess I'm going to stay at home.
So my wee toe is doing better, it still hurts. But the freedom it feels now as opposed to Saturday is wonderful.
If you want to know the facts you have to teach them how to act.
Strange how captivated we are by technology.
I love my DVD player, I enjoy my Xbox, I'm stoked to try and get this laptop.
Keeps me in touch and entertains.
Funny what we are willing to do for a few minutes of divertissment.
Books are still my favorite form of escapism.
I really dig this "Tales of the Flat Earth" I've been reading.
Strange... but enjoyable.
... he likes to solve his problems with a gun.
Does anybody else feel like the war on terrorism is alot like the war on drugs?
If you want to touch the sky, you must be prepared to die...
Have you ever considered yourself fictional?
What if we are nothing more than the fiction of someone else?
Who's real?
The last three shows were miserable.
Cramming my foot, with its poor blue little toe, into a cowboy boot and hobbling around the Morgan Theatre wasn't as fun as I would have hoped.
The pain was alleviated the last performance with much over the counter pain medication.
It hurt yesterday though, and it still hurts today.
The show went well.
It seemed to do its job; it was entertaining.
We were lambasted critically by the Statesman. Several individuals were upset by it.
I don't know why; the critic had a schlew of spelling errors, including calling one of our cast members by a female name, and getting the name of the Irish band "Flogging Molly's" wrong.
He wasn't tactful, I think that's why everyone was hurt.
He did have some good points, too bad he was underminded by his lack of tact, and his lack of spelling and grammar.
Not that I'm one to talk.
Several people came to see the show whom I didn't expect. Some from salt lake.
My mother and my nephew made it up.
There were a few that didn't make it, which surprised me.
I think I'm going to take a second job.
I've been fooling myself for the last four or five months.
I need to focus and do what I need to do.
Get things paid off quicker, and start saving.
That's the real deal.
Saving.
I'm going to think about it for another week.... then I'm probably giving a friend of mine a call...
It's overcast today, which is nice.
It was trying to snow this morning.... not so nice.
I like the cloudy weather.
I'm sad though:
I'm always sad after I finish show.
I miss Mr. Sir already. I have to find another part and another play to take my mind off of it... or just wait a week or two.
