1. So much can be accomplished if things are made equal. *coughchemcough*

2. I am going to write a vignette (gotta love that confusing “gn” = “tilde n”) about birds, nests, and bake sales. It is going to have imagery and syntax that supports the author’s (mine) opinions on assimilation/immigration/etc. I shall do it when I finish the other 8 essays lined up ahead of me tonight, maybe at a more temperate time.

3. Dussek’s piano concerti are cool, mainly because they’re virtually unknown, and I have a shot at actually learning them. [i.e. doesn’t sound too hard, if some guy in 18xx could play it at 9. Actually, that’s a really bad criteron, to call what some people can play at 9 easy.] Ahh, the discovery that accepted mediocrity brings!

I wanna be your personal penguin…(ehehehee–Not the Linux penguin, though.)

Microsoft’s giving away free copies of Visual Studio 2005! :D Too bad you have to watch two “labcasts,” which I’m sure are too advanced for me (and besides, they’re long, and at inconvenient times during the week). But if you go to one labcast, they’ll send you a free keyboard shortcuts poster! Squee–a poster AND keyboard shortcuts!


Oh, the joy of having no instinctive grasp of computing thingies.

But I understand number bases–that’s gotta count for something.

Is it ever acceptable to go 2-2-2? Ever? There’s a C-E-G on the A string, and it was my instinctive, “help, I can’t see the fingering written on the page so I’ll play it this way” fingering. I’m wondering because I’ve never seen such a fingering anywhere else, and can see how it would be a slurpy mess in a fast passage. Thing is, this is in the Rachmaninoff Vocalise, which needs a bit of syrup.

I went on the highway yesterday, with the assistance of paid-instructor buddy. Much assistance.

Ork festival was really fun today! Numbered comments below:

1. How. does. another. orchestra. have. 12. violists. Twelve!!! A dozen! Six stands, poking into the low brass. Peeking out from behind the cellos. All skilled enough such that the back stand uses their whole bow with bent pinky on the screwy part. They must be kidnapped, I say.

2. One of the conductors goes “shhhhh” and snaps, just like the sorta-inept strings teacher at school. hehehehe. sasquatch.

3. I enjoy trekking around New Haven with a (very light) instrument on my back, especially in a huge pack that threatens to obstruct traffic at any street crossing. [We crossed several streets and blocked many a row of cars.]

4. The bassist played a virtuosic bass elegy! That seems so contradictory, but it was cool.

5. Jung ho Pak says “Thank you so much”…a lot? Or rather, “so” in general. What an energetic guy.

6. I tried eating a sandwich in Woolsey hall during a performance of Beet 8. Ehhh–not a good etiquette moment, I guess.

7. Lovely how traditional music completely died in Asia to Mozart and Chopin. But learning about traditional Korean and Japanese music sure was cool–I was excited about how certain things (Janggu, Koto/gu zheng/gayageum) were hyper-tunable while others (the hangy-drum set) were utterly untuneable. Too bad language learning is so difficult.

Koto, the Japanese version of the gu zheng. The bridges move, and pushing down the string on the other side can change the pitch by a half or whole step. Such possiblities on it! It’s designed to be tuned infinite ways. Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star seems to be a really popular piece for it.

The leather triangles on the side slide too, for tuning; the drumstick vaguely looks like a pastry brush.

The hangy-drumset was basically three of these drums. Cool stuff.

Si fuera acostumbrada a decir palabrotas, habria dicho mucho esa semana, la semana pasada, y diga la semana proxima, y quizas (ojala no) el semana despues de la proxima.

Se me olvido a escribir mi nombre sobre mi tarea de quimica, y estoy cabreada. (gracias a la BBC por ensenarme los malditos, en espanol) Pero parece que es la verdad que ya puedo trasladar, en Latin, porque podia trasladar una seccion casi completamente sin ayuda de una oracion de Cicero. Y sus oraciones…

En ingles:

If I were acustomed to swearing, I would have sworn a whole lot this week and last week and will probably swear a whole lot the next week, and the one after that. Murrrrliberessayyy.

I forgot to put my name on my problem set, and it p-o’s me. But it appears that I really can translate Latin, if it’s easy–and I’m focused enough. I actually managed to translate nearly a whole section of Cicero, and his sentences… [wordplay on sentence and oration–same word in spanish.]

Hehehe. I’m going to put it in french, and one’o ya’ll francophones can tell me how bad it is. If it’s really awful, the whole lot is welcome to moan about how the world hates French. (I think it might be pretty good, actually, because I plugged in the Spanish, which is closer in that they’re both Romance languages, and that I’ve kept to extremely standard speech–only one idiom and one semi-colloquialism [it’s documented on BBC, so it’s not exactly street slang], which is “dar palabrotas.” It means “to swear.”)

Si dehors habituée à dire palabrotas, habria propos beaucoup cette semaine, la semaine passée, et dise la prochaine semaine, et peut-être (ojala non) la semaine après ce qui est proche.

Je m’oublie écrire mon nom sur ma tâche de chimie, et suis cabreada. (grâce à la BBC pour ensenar me ce qui est malditos, dans espanol) Mais il paraît que c’est la vérité qui puis déjà transférer, en Latin, parce que podia transférer une section presque complètement sans aide d’un discours de Cicero. Et ses discours…

EDIT: I really should get back to practicing, but omg, mon nom is a palindrome! And if you say it with english pronunciation, that rhymes!

More Apostrophe

Dear Wall Buddy:

You exist in my imagination. Therefore, I can customise you at my whim–my wish is your instant feature.

I want you to develop, this weekend, Hamlet Buddy with built-in NESC (name, explain, support, conclude), and Solution Buddy with “M vs. m” detector AND auto-molar mass calculator.

A “Let’s review Calculus” buddy would be nice too, if you’ve got the energy. That one has to include the “derivative vs. limit vs. antiderivative” detector.

There, I shall be completely sane this weekend. Thanks, Wall Buddy!


I tried singing and 12-bar blues today, with my untrained voice and a viola, plucked. The lyrics went something like this:

Mah truuck broke down, it broke down todaayyyyyy..
Mah truuuck broke down, it broke down todayyyyyy..
I can’t leave home, no’ahhhm herrre to stayyyyyy..

(I had been playing with the Hamtaro plushie, Hamham.)

Mah hamster died, it dieed todayyyyy…
Mah hamster died, it dieed awaayyyyy…
Mah hamster fried, turned criiisp as hayyyyyyyyy..

Dwee complained that it was all too tragic, so I put all the chords in major. Then I started walking the bass, albeit getting confused all the time. Yeah. Adventures in the nonclassical–this is such progress–my last foray (Faure!) was using Audacity to make a 12-tone canticle.

Ordinarily I’d Add My Own Cheer

Barista: Soy latte coming up.
Monotone man: Will you make it with holiday cheer?
Barista: Uh… Okay, sure.
Monotone man: I’m a little tired today.

–Starbucks, 114th & Broadway

via Overheard in New York, Mar 15, 2007

Hi, I’m harmy. I’m slightly sleep-deprived/jet-lagged (by an hour), and I am incompetent in rounding 7470 to the nearest hundred. I am also very lazy, and give up just because I can’t derive a formula to add things for me.

Hola, me llamo Harmy. No dormia bastante en las noches pasadas, y pienso que mi ciclo de dormir esta roto un poquito. No puedo hacer matematicas que cualquiera chiquita del tercero debe poder a hacer. [convulted. wow.] Soy perezosa, en que no sigo tratando en la adicion a menos que tenga una formula.

Dear Microsoft Excel:

Why have we not met earlier, before my sleepiness turned to franticness?

Dear Eisenhower:

How exactly did your foreign policy affect US policy today?

Dear troposphere:

Please, please dump 5 inches of snow on this blessed land c. 4:30 tomorrow morning. I promise, I’ll read a meteorology textbook from cover to cover, and never ask for another favor until …until you rain 20 inches on the Sahara.

Connecticut man aims to dispel ski mask fear.

Mode: Panicked
1. Thermo II.
2. C-spread.
3. Recording-finishing (i.e. music-learning)
4. History miscellany, including a “unit quiz.”
5. English.

The Harmster (it looks like hamster!) is not good at time management. She spent last night trying to learn that (x-k)(y-k)=xy-xk-yk+d^2 (and how to use it,) and reading funny books at Barnes and Noble. And getting snazzy shoes.

Edit: After a bunch of self-quizzing, I’ve realized that I actually remember a lot about the Articles of Confederation and Constitution, thanks to the great mnemonics of Mr. Catalde’s animated and impassioned speeches. Heh.

I’ve been trying violas lately.

First one, from Audubon Strings (overpriced, I hear):

It’s louder, fits in my case, and reddish. Don’t think I can reach very far up the fingerboard on it.

Second one, from Shar via Jill:

It’s significantly louder than the first one, not very dark, fits in my case, and brownish. I definitely can reach rather far up it.

Third one, from some student via Jill:

It’s smaller, ergo not as loud but rather darker, and has a funny chinrest which I realized to be pretty comfortable once I’d figured out where my chin was supposed to go. I don’t think I’d want something that small (i.e. same size as my current one, 15 inches) when I am physically able to go bigger.

..and making orchestra recordings.

Is it possible to detect traces of recording-software in recordings? Like really fast passages that you can’t quite play clearly, so you record it at a reasonable speed and then use the “Change Tempo” function, and it returns to you, ridiculously clear AND fast?