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|Sunday, April 24th, 2005|
I just wrote a long and interesting post for the first time in years.
It was erased by the evil "Cannot find page" screen which erases posts.
It was really long and interesting too.
And it took a long while to type, and explains lots of my recent thoughts and exploits.
GOD DAMN IT!
Also, I'm kind of tipsy...
|Monday, April 11th, 2005|
|Wow, it's been rather a long while...
I am here to say that I am on Facebook.
So you can Facebook me, because I like to Facebook, and would totally Facebook back.
Also, uber-congrats to Chris and Valerie!
|Saturday, May 15th, 2004|
Perfect fifth on a pale summer's eve.
|Sunday, April 18th, 2004|
|Three Rhetorical Questions, in E minor.
It's funny how some of the saddest music I've ever heard is written in a major key. How is it that half steps and whole steps arranged in a certain order can convey hope, love, hate, loneliness, forgiveness. How can a collection of pitches played at a certain volume and with a certain timbre have such an effect on our emotions, our thoughts? How can vibrating strings and moving air tell a story, paint a picture, touch a heart?
You would think I would know.
Honestly, when I write a piece of music, I don't know what it's about. I don't care to figure it out. Knowing that makes music lose its mystery. It's enough for music just to exist.
|Friday, April 16th, 2004|
|Here endeth the lesson...
I stayed up all night working on an 18 page goddamn paper (on gun control).
I admit it wasn't the wisest of moves...
I'm currently in a very odd mental headspace.
But oh, oh, the feeling of triumph!
No more paper! None! It's gone! Whoo whoo! Huzzah!
Numero Uno: see a concert of the university's wind band
Numero Dos: see "Kill Bill Volume 2"
Numero Tres: beer and poker...
Tonight I shall rejoice, and inflict upon the university such celebration that all will weep at the awesomeness of it.
Yea, thus let it be said: "Eric did Party here tonight..."
|Wednesday, April 7th, 2004|
So here I sit, in my once comfy but now broken "dorm chair" from Linens'n'Things. And it's April. You know, in under three weeks my second semester at Illinois Wesleyan University will be complete. After that, I'm taking a class in May, then I go home, work, play video games, work on some music, practice.
Ordinarily, if this was a d...fuck yeah, pizza's here.
|Monday, February 23rd, 2004|
1. I'm very much still alive.
2. I'm very busy
-Taking a 300 level poli. sci.
-Learning how to play upright bass
3. I've met many an interesting and fun person here, but plenty of annoying folks as well.
4. By the way, I'm going to Illinois Wesleyan University
5. I need to stop making out with girls at parties.
That about covers it. Hola!
EDIT: First post since late October...HA! Going strong...
|Saturday, October 18th, 2003|
|How do you spell "Professor?"
Hi! I'm home for the weekend, with oodles of time on my hands, so I'm going to do an actual update, the first one for a long time.
So I got my wisdom teeth removed Thursday. My face is all swollen and stiff, but I get to take Tylenol with codine. It isn't half bad.
College is going pretty well. Four out of my five classes are enjoyable, and four out of my five professors are very knowledgeable and excellent teachers. The fifth professor is horrible, and makes me grumpy just thinking about it. Grr.
To start my week off, every Monday morning at eight I take a basic piano class with a youngish jazz musician with an earing. Lucky for me, I already know how to play piano, so I'm not having any problems.
Next, I have a basic music theory class with another youngish professor, who is somewhat overweight and extremely jolly. Once again, the class is pretty redundant for me, because I am a complete theory nut and have already learned most of what I am being told in this class. So no problems there, either.
After that, I have my most interesting class, American National Government, taught by a tall man with a clean shaven head. He's very enthusiastic about teaching this subject, but is also very much a "hard-ass" (his own self-description). He permits no laziness, and only gives out good grades to those whose performance truly merits it. My grades in this class aren't stellar, but I'm in the B range. It's actually a very engaging, if challenging class, possibly my favorite course so far this term.
My next class after that is a "Gateway" course intended to improve our writing for the college setting. This is the class with the eccentric and evil proffesor, whom I don't wish to discuss right now. Blech...
My last class is the other possible favorite, Introduction to Music Composition. It's taught by the composition department head, David Vayo. He is a man who truly loves all kinds of music. He's been in rock bands and jazz groups, but also plays a mean classical piano. His music is very avant-garde, pushing the limits as far as they will go. At the same time, he is very supportive in helping students write the music that they want to write. A truly awesome man.
My double bass teacher is extremely cool. She's a shortish woman with frizzy hair that sometimes flops down over her eyes. It's hilarious, because she's such a little lady playing a large and awkward instrument. What's more, she kicks ass at it, too. Her bass is a rare model from the mid-1800's that's worth $40,ooo or so. But she also owns an electric bass, and gigs in both orchestras and jazz bands. She's truly a jack of all trades bassist, and has made quite a living playing her instrument.
Well, I'm starting to get awfully tired, and my jaw is starting to stiffen someting fierce, so I think I shall be off to bed. Good night!
|Thursday, September 25th, 2003|
|Wednesday, September 24th, 2003|
|Wednesday, September 17th, 2003|
|Shamelessly stolen from Jana...the Banana Mana Fo Fana....
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|Monday, September 8th, 2003|
My printer has been very selectively chewing to pieces only the second
of a three page essay. But I was too clever for it. I printed the second page separately, so that the printer would believe it was the first page, and not destroy it. Ha! You are vanquished, foul foe!
I rejoice in every little victory. Myep.
|Saturday, August 30th, 2003|
I feel very awkward and uncomfortable at times, when I'm trying to talk to people or meet people. I guess I'm easily intimidated, and everyone here is so intimidating because they're smarter, better looking, stronger, etc. etc. I want to fit in really badly, but I'm worried that I can't be accepted. So for now I'm quiet and nervous, and I worry about what people will think of me.
funkycowgirl86: hi eric
funkycowgirl86: what up
EvilBass14: hi, I'm ok
funkycowgirl86: just ok
EvilBass14: yes...I'm tired
funkycowgirl86: o well, i think that's expected
EvilBass14: yeah...stayed out till three A.M
funkycowgirl86: its been a weekend of unexpected events
funkycowgirl86: why so late?
EvilBass14: really fun party at a frat house
funkycowgirl86: great, are all the parties at colleges at frat houses? lol :-)
EvilBass14: many are, many aren't...I guess it's just who has alcohol
Poor kids stuck in high school. My friends not yet in college sound kinda naive.
I'm adapting to this college thing well.
Actual quote of mine from last night.
"Excuse me sir, but I really need to get my mack on."
Needless to say, success was not forthcoming. Next weekend, there's always next weekend...
|Thursday, August 28th, 2003|
|Monday, August 25th, 2003|
Oh, and Ashley-babe, I got your call at home. I shall email you my new numba. It's my dorm room's phone, so if you leave a message on the machine...just keep it clean.
I kid you, of course... Current Mood: geeky
The thing about college that bothers me is that I'm worried that people will think I'm weird, or I'll get cocky (which, strangely, happens sometimes) and people will think I'm an ass. I really want to make friends and get to know people in my new home. Honestly, that's the primary reason for coming to college, to meet people. My whole college career would be totally not cool if I couldn't relate to the people around me. So far, so good, but I don't feel that people are so accepting here as at theater camp. So I'm worried.
I don't really miss home all that much. I'm lucky that I can always find myself at home, no matter what my surroundings. I'm now at my new home, but I still can go back to my "summer home" (don't I feel snooty...) and feel just the same as always.
There are two Nathan's on my floor who are pretty cool. One of them is a better bassist than me (for now, that is...), and the other is a cello virtuoso. I feel untalented at this school, because everyone's a freakin genius, especially
in music. I hope, I hope, I hope I can fit in here.
|Friday, August 22nd, 2003|
|Made my evening that much better...
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