wishfulaces: (rory)
I'm in this little singing group, of six women with a female accompanist, and I'm the youngest by almost 15 years, and sometimes the ladies drive me batty with their chattiness when I want to get down to business and sing, and sometimes the ladies piss me off something fierce when they start going conservative Christian on me (where I live, it's sadly par for the course, and I keep telling myself just by living here I subvert the norm), but when they focus, when we're singing...it's beautiful. We sound really wonderful together, especially when harmonizing.

And I'm a total switch hitter in this group, jumping around between first and second soprano and first alto, and I'm used to doing the harmonizing. I enjoy harmonizing, when I do it right, I enjoy hearing myself help complete a chord. I'm not used to singing the melody in the first soprano line, but I do on a couple songs we're rehearsing right now, and--suddenly I get it. Hearing my voice rise above the crowd, and hitting the notes sweet and true, holding the harmonies together with my melody--it's fantastic.

Or maybe it's just my control freakiness taking over another aspect of my life. Whatever, I'm enjoying it.
wishfulaces: (dance)
One of my choirs had their concert Monday night--HUZZAH--the other is having its concert this Saturday night--HUZZAH--and all this means that for a few months I will blessedly only be singing in one group. (I told my work minion the other day "Don't let me do all three choirs again in the fall, please. Remind me how crazed I was right now." We'll see if I hold myself to that.)

The concert Monday night was funny in a way--we were doing songs of the American composers, and the third to last song was a spiritual arranged by Moses Hogan. I always feel weird singing spirituals, especially when I'm in choirs that are almost entirely white, but apparently we did a good enough job that somebody in the audience was moved to holler during the song, which led the entire choir and the director to blink a lot and look around at each other in confusion because, dude, the audience doesn't interact with us while we're still singing! I kept laughing after the song was over during the wild applause, pure physical reaction to the unexpected emotion. It did make the last two songs of the concert much more fun for all of us, I have to say.

And last night I drove to a town an hour away to watch the dance troupe Pilobolus, and they strongly felt to me like they were coming out of a modern dance tradition (okay, a lot of their movements probably belonged to other traditions, but I recognized some of those moves from my own dance classes), and the group philosophy is about groups interacting and working together as individuals, and I could definitely see that. They were very definitely individuals, and it was a different feel from other dance troupes I've seen that worked much more--harmoniously? Cohesively? It was interesting, but I was usually not as emotionally moved as I am by movement--a bit like that a capella group I saw there last year, that sounded technically gorgeous but had no soul for me.
wishfulaces: (dance)
OMG *flaaaaaaail*

Four-hour board meeting this morning. 1.5 hour interview this afternoon. Starting ballroom dance classes tonight. My brain is full. The dancing may be good for me, if nobody requires me to remember any steps.

But who cares about that RL crap? I saw the Civil Wars in concert Tuesday night. I DID. Their opening act, the Staves, an English female trio, kicked arse. Seriously, the best opening act you could ask for, for this kind of concert. Um, spoilery? )

Okay, time to flail about dancing instead of my career now. JOY.
wishfulaces: (best gay married detective couple evah)
Okay, yes, any episode where Ryan & Esposito get to take lead on the investigation? KICK ASS.

I have nothing to say these days; I dunno, busy with RL, which is not very exciting for probably anyone but me. Though, I am proud to say that in a semester that started in September, I have only had to drive twice to choir rehearsal, once for rain and once because I was coming from a previous appointment. I even walked it today, despite feeling kinda crappy and despite it being, um, 25 degrees outside. Do not have plague tomorrow, you have two choir concerts in the next few days and no time to be sick.
wishfulaces: (hobbit hands)
Last night my choir director was about to have us finish rehearsal by working on the "Estampie Natalis" piece, but then he said "Wait, I lied, we're not going to do that" (for the dozenth time at least during this rehearsal), and he stepped away from his music stand and leant against the pulpit--we rehearse in a church--and told us thank you for being in this choir, and thank you for helping this choir exist. Because it's a nonauditioned choir of mixed voices and talents and not every community has such a choir, and it's a time of year to think about such things for which we are thankful.

And so he had us mix again--tenors next to sopranos next to altos next to basses; we'd done a little of that earlier in the evening when struggling to stay in tune and on key--and we sang "The Gift" instead. And I had tears in my eyes because I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and because ten years ago this Thanksgiving my Uncle Buddy died, and this year has kinda been all about that mortality and grief and love that is such an essential part of life.

Back in June 2009, I wrote about things I love, and Thanksgiving that year I wrote about things for which I was grateful, and it all still holds true.

Tomorrow night I fly back to see my parents, who are still on dial-up, so happy turkey day, Americans; and happy week, everyone else; and thank you for being your awesome selves.

ARGH.

Oct. 17th, 2011 05:34 pm
wishfulaces: (Guildenstern)
If it's not the grant project at work, it's records management at work. And if it's not work, it's choir board. And if it's not choir board, it's my LIFE.

In short, this was the Mondayest of Mondays I have had in a long time, and I could have done without it. And despite choir rehearsal tonight, I am strongly tempted to have a beer with my dinner and hang the consequences.

Hmph.
wishfulaces: (music)
Tonight I saw the Yamato drummers of Japan and they were kickass. The choreography, the theatricality of the show, the backdrops and use of screens and lighting--seriously, the lighting, all these rich reds and oranges of sunrise or sunset and cold blues of twilight and night, and the transitions between were really well orchestrated--and, of course, the drumming itself was brilliant. Talk about fine muscle control, and I think the rhythms are still thrumming through me (I can't imagine how the drummers feel still, an hour or two after the show is over). One guy had John Shepard hair, which was surprising and a little distracting, and he happened to be the main goofball who happened to have a partner in crime that was not at all like Rodney McKay. Actually, John Shepard!hair helped me realize what some of the movements with the drum sticks were strongly reminding me of, why they felt so familiar--Teyla's stick fighting moves. (And speaking of hair, I totally developed an instant girl!crush on one of the drummers, all because of her fabulous, fabulous hair.)

*

Hey, look! [livejournal.com profile] lunate8 has podficced "Life in the 21st Century" - check it out!. I've never had anybody want to podfic the same story twice before, this is really cool. Actually, the response generally to this fic has been wicked and cool. Oh, Hardison, how you so awesome?

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Okay, I'm getting up stupidly early for a weekend in order to go to a pub crawl for cancer with a bunch of people I don't know. This could either go fantastically or be one of the bigger mistakes of my life. Whoopee?
wishfulaces: (but man delights not me)
(But first, there is somebody in the nearby at my apartment complex playing a horn--a sax?--just goofing around, warming up, but it is still happy-making. I think I would marry a busker, just so they could play down the street from where I live.)

Okay. Okay. I need my alone time to function, right? This is not uncommon, this is not unheard of, many of us need our alone time in order to make it through the week and not kill our co-workers/fellow students/roommates and spouses/the random person at the deli when we buy a sandwich/etc. I usually find after weeks and months of being overly busy and social that if I don't have some concentrated me-time I am a cranky, cranky camper. I was going to use Labor Day weekend for that concentrated me-time, only it didn't quite work out the way I'd planned, in that my alone time was not as stress-free as I'd hoped (because the concentrated me-time only really works when it's relaxing), and I spent most of Sunday out and about with other people. And then last weekend I went to visit friends, which is of course always awesome, but meant that I did not have a whole lot of me-time again.

Monday I had jury duty summons. I went, I was preparing myself to be picked for a murder trial that would keep me out of the office all week (which would have sucked, but, y'know? If you're going to be called for jury duty, at least it was going to be a, well, an interesting case?), only some other members of the jury pool apparently talked out of turn, there was a motion to dismiss the case, and I think we all felt like we'd just wasted most of an entire day. And it screwed up my routine, I was talking to people more than I usually do when at work, and then I had to go to choir rehearsal that night early to help people register and sign in because it was our first rehearsal of the season and I'm on the board.

And I was surprisingly cheerful and helpful and energetic, all of which promptly went away as soon as I got home. And yesterday I had another choir practice after work in which I was cheerful and bright, and this morning I was cranky as hell and drove to work in a foul mood, made even fouler by the knowledge that I would be spending all morning in a meeting and I did not want to deal with people. And we did indeed have a four-hour meeting cleaning up this agency's retention schedules, and it was a highly productive meeting and I was cheerful and intelligent and unflagging throughout, and then when I got back to work instead of hiding in the stacks I was running around checking in with people and discussing projects because I couldn't bring myself to work on actual records. And tonight I have another choir rehearsal to look forward to, in which I shall once again hopefully pull cheerful and energetic out of my ass.

The gist of all this is that I'm surprised at how good an actor I am? And that I know I need to strike that balance because I really do need social interaction with people in order to thrive, as well as that concentrated me-time, but that other than the occasional TEMPER TANTRUM OF DOOM I'm doing better this week than I would have expected with all this talking-to-people malarkey...and that this weekend is so gonna be all about hiding in my house away from PEOPLE omg.
wishfulaces: (yellow roses)
My friends are getting married in the morning
wedding bells are going to chime


Okay, so the rhythm is off, and they're not actually getting married till Saturday, but I'm driving east tomorrow after work for a three-day weekend, and I've got a dress packed and three pairs of sandals (and not a pair of socks to be seen, so NO RAIN, but actually, okay, go ahead if you have to and rain, Mother Nature; we need the moisture), and OMFG MY FRIENDS ARE GETTING MARRIED ON SATURDAY.

Vicarious giddiness can be good too.

Speaking of musicals, this morning my minion and I--I call her my minion now because it's more fun to say than senior administrative assistant--we were the first people into the stacks, so we had to turn on the lights, and she was all, "Good morning, boxes!" in a sunny tone, so of course I leapt to "Good mornin' / good mornin' / it's great to stay up late," which of course led to the discussion about every 1950s MGM musical having the freaky dance sequences in the middle. And a tap dance on her part, but hey, it's a good way to start the morning.

One of these days, I will post about fannish things. Like my rewatch of the first two seasons of Warehouse 13 (hell, I'll just post fic, if I ever get around to having time to write it), or the epic love I'd have for Leverage if I had time to pay attention and watch it, or what I think of the whole White Collar summer finale. One of these days. It'll be good. Yeah. But for now, I HAVE A WEDDING TO GO TO THIS WEEKEND. (I'll come back to tons of new vids from VVC though, won't I? Yay.)
wishfulaces: (never could get the hang of mornings)
[Poll #1766872]

I should be putting laundry away so I can go to my women's group practice later tonight so tomorrow I can look at my other choir's bylaws for a meeting in the next couple weeks so Friday I can prep for a friend coming to visit on Saturday so I can go visit my aunts on Sunday so next week I can pack for my friends' wedding next weekend...

What I think would serve me best is a week of enforced boredom, to remind myself that I like being busy and sociable. Really.

In the meantime, that was a damn fine veggie burger. And I still need to put laundry away.
wishfulaces: (never could get the hang of mornings)
But I got shit done this evening, and this week's ep of Castle is just going to have to wait till tomorrow or later this week because I am TOO TIRED to stay up much longer (subtext: when did I get this old?)

Still, tonight, after work, I got grocery shopping done, dropped books off at the library & picked up a couple more, emailed caterer for cabaret concert with new questions, emailed choir board with last meeting's minutes, revised two fics, looked at and marked up this journal article for THE LAST TIME EVER OMG hopefully until it's officially published (subtext: I am so ready to put this sucker to bed, even if it's been months since I read it last and I'm kinda impressed with how it reads), and am ready to collapse in a heap in bed now.

Yay, bed.

(Work itself involved both my coding monkey and my box monkey hats today, and I haven't done any kind of xml coding in a couple years, so that was exciting when it wasn't terrifying.)

I keep forgetting to mention that my main project at work now involves a man whose initials are PWP, and every time I see his initials on a document case I sort of want to giggle like a twelve-year-old, and I can't actually share this thought with anybody at work, and that makes me sad. But then, this project will probably quite literally drive me insane by the end of 2012, so what the hell, right? (My supervisor already has t-shirts planned. Good times.)
wishfulaces: (ben'n'polly FTW)
If you have never sung Handel's Messiah, full chorus, chamber orchestra, and with awesome soloists, I RECOMMEND YOU DO SO. Irreligious as I am, "Worthy is the Lamb That Was Slain" still had me, uh, quite emotional by the end. And for once, I thought the standing ovation was fully justified.

(Seriously, OH MY ELECTRONIC GODS that was, that was, that was an experience. I think our director was crying there at the end. I think *I* was close to crying.)

And now for some Doctor Who, aka, aces: bringing the shallow since, er, 2005 anyway )

Re: puppies and rainbows from an earlier posting, there might not be many rainbows, but there are puppies galore, and they are all wagging their tails in joy. Seriously. I don't trust this happy. It's gonna go away eventually. I think. Probably. Right?
wishfulaces: (growf)
I appear incapable of sustaining a good mood for more than a day or two at a time right now, and then only under unusual circumstances, and today has been--well. It's been a day in which, were I not stuck inside my own head and body, I would have vacated the premises with alacrity.

So let's have some music.
April, Come She Will, Simon & Garfunkel, because this song never fails to give me some sort of sense of peace, and I just discovered the S&G station on Sirius and am in consequence in some kind of 1960s folk heaven.

House of the Rising Sun, the Be Good Tanyas, because who doesn't love another cover of another old, old song? Also, I appear to be developing a relationship with New Orleans. I...think I like that, actually.

That's How You Know, Lori McKenna. This is off her latest album that just came out--last month? Or January?--and I heard it six months ago in a little Unitarian church and cried because it was right after the death of my Uncle Richard, and, well, yeah.

The Parting Glass, Wailin' Jennys. I sort of think I want this played at my funeral. (Um. I really don't take time planning my funeral, I promise. But it's been that kind of day.)

The Party's Over, Nat King Cole, because there is comfort in Nat's voice, despite the sentiment of the song.

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And for the sake of completeness, I posted a philosopher and a vagabond to AO3 last night. A crossover fic involving Hannibal Sefton from the Benjamin January novels by Barbara Hambly and Julian Kestrel from the novels by Kate Ross. Because these two musicians really needed to have a chance to pass each other like two ships in the night.

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Tomorrow will be better. I'll make sure of it.

Meme!

Mar. 10th, 2011 09:18 pm
wishfulaces: (never could get the hang of mornings)
Because I don't do them very often, I haven't been saying much lately due to the sudden eruption of EVERYTHING in my life, and because I'm not that capable of stringing two original thoughts together at the moment.

Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] fahrbotdrusilla:

1. People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new, original question.

2. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you. (deal with it, I'm not tagging anyone. Free for all!)


Read more... )
wishfulaces: (Guildenstern)
I finally bought kitty litter & a small trowel with extendable handle today to shove into my car trunk. Trowel because they were out of shovels and I was in too much of a hurry to try another store. And I know I have no right to complain when some of you are quite literally buried under snow, but I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS WINTER.

I had an awesome weekend, though, that mostly consisted of hanging out, eating, drinking, playing games, and wandering new places with friends from college. I really do need to do that more often. (hey, idiot, YOU LIKE PEOPLE! Note to self. You are not a total loner.)

Now I must find food, since I am going to a music concert tonight, even if it is drizzling ice out there. I have paid my money, I am going to the concert! So there! If they're not canceling, neither am I! Oh gods.
wishfulaces: (music)
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Boxcar Children series by Gertrude Chandler Warner, hands down. I started reading them in first grade, and they actually got me interested in reading--I was utterly crap at it before then, which is something of a shock to remember. (Who didn't want to live in a boxcar with them, honestly?)

I've been watching The Last Detective, the first season, the past couple weeks. British mystery, Peter Davison as the main character, and I've owned the DVDs for at least a couple years but when I tried the pilot the first time for some reason I couldn't get into it. Now I'm enjoying it a lot--it's sweet, and slow, and occasionally Davison's character gets drunk with his best friend and they do daft things like tie a horse up in somebody's front yard or start dancing with each other in the park. (I don't think they were actually drunk for the dancing bit, come to think of it.)

music )
wishfulaces: (crack)
Who drafted 17 retention schedule series in 90 minutes this afternoon?

I did, I did!

(Who the hell else would want to?

...

*crickets chirp*

...yeah, that's what I thought. I made a records management joke this evening, but I was in the car by myself, so at least nobody else was subjected to it. [I couldn't help it, though; I was driving past this new barnlike, warehouse-like day care monstrosity, and I thought, "Where you too can deposit your child for 8 hours a day for a nominal fee!*"])

I have not been sleeping well this week, despite being exhausted, because my brain won't shut up about work. I spent the past 6 months winding a project down, with very finite tasks that were completed each day; I have apparently forgotten how to handle actually being busy at work. And now I have a choir board retreat at oh-god-it's-too-early-for-Saturday o'clock tomorrow morning, so if I am not dead to the world before midnight and do not remain so until near eight, I shall be very annoyed with myself.

In the meantime, it's the SG-1 ep with the space corn on, and I just finished watching yet another second season ep of Castle because apparently I cannot get enough of the show. GOOD TIMES.


* Extra fees incurred whenever dropping off, picking up, or requesting to see your child. You see why my mind is a sick, sick place? I used to make Woodrow Wilson jokes, now I've moved on to RM jokes. HELP.
wishfulaces: (music)
So in the concert I was in last night, we sang this song, among others:

go here, because I still kinda suck at embedding things.

I hope we sang it half as well as that. I really hope. (The G the sopranos hit? NOT EASY. Especially when one's nose is a bastard and stuffed up.)

Also yesterday, I completely scrapped my first draft for Yuletide and wrote a different fic. And I think it is much better, but it still needs work. I have over a week. This is totally doable. Oh yes.
wishfulaces: (beckett)
Castle tonight ended on a group singalong. THIS MAKES ME RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY.

(Also, I had a concert tonight and it ROCKED. Or maybe I was just giddy. That could be it too.)
wishfulaces: (beckett)
First, there is this:
Craig Ferguson and a Dalek. (I would embed, but I'm in a hurry.) Oh, Craig Ferguson. Helping to make my geekiness even more mainstream in the U.S.

Secondly, there is this:
Home, by the group Glasser. I know nothing about them, I've listened to 30-second clips of some other songs but have not yet decided to buy, but this song? This song hits some deep and primal happy spot in me.

And that's all. I have to run out to go see Morning Glory with some friends--they're going because one of the actors is our co-worker's sister, I'm going because...well, because, mostly. It's like I'm trying to have a social life or something.

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