That Music theory quiz on Dominant Seventh chords this morning was ok and all, at least I think I did well. There was a spot where an accidental would have made the question answerable, and there was a spot where someone asked if a section needed to be considered major, yet I was doing it with no considerations and getting good answers....I dunno. Given that I got a 94 on the midterm that I thought I bombed, I'm sure things'll work out fine.
This week is gonna have some interesting nights. I'm having 7-10 Baroque rehearsals starting tonight and going until Friday. Luckily for me, the stuff we're playing has some good Viola stuff in it, if we were doing another rehash of a very Viola-uninteresting "Dido and Aeneas," I would be annoyed. Granted, we're doing another Purcell piece, but at least it's got some cool stuff in it. And then, the creme-de-la-creme, the J.S. Bach double concerto for Violin and Oboe. MAN does that have some cool stuff in it! We're also doing Bach's "Ich habe genug" cantata, which I hear is very nice, but the accompaniment by itself is snoreable. Hopefully we'll have the other, older, Baroque players come tonight to accompany and give us pointers. And best of all My Lady will be there for the performance on Saturday. What could be potentially interesting is that the comp tickets I should be getting for my dad and her MIGHT be right next to each other, I don't know what the outcome will be.
I should probably get started on my composition soon, but with all this music and other schoolwork, it might have to wait until Sunday.
Fencing was fun last night, but man, did I still feel a little of that removal that I felt in the Berk. Tourney. I started getting real spacey all of the sudden those few weeks ago, which wasn't all that good, given that I was line judging and needed my eyes on the action. TC was giving a bladework demo last night and I found my eyes and mind wandering over to some practicing sabreurs, I snapped back to attention at TC's chiding, but I felt like "wow, I'm still outta it."
Talked with Toes trying to figure out just how we could improve fencing with each other (viz tall people) and received some advice from ol' Matt Rock. Footwork! If you're tall, controlling the footwork means controlling the match. I'm gonna be advancing and retreating to the bathroom for the next few weeks to get that down. I also still need to get a better sense of gauging distance. I got it for fencing behemoths like Toes, but totally goofed when fencing small Liz. I just need to be able to increase my speed.
Goddamn, as soon as I'm done with foil, I might just end up washing my hands of it all together. Epee stabbin' is where it's at! Mind Games and footwork! And you don't get points for bein' a fast, twitchy little bugger like you do in foil. Ugh, I wanna do it for fun, but damned if my competitive spirit wants me to do better. That's gonna require time and work, and darn it if I'm short on time and got enough work to do already.
Ahh, but it is all worth my time for a word or two with My Lady. Goodness, I feel much the same as she, and I think I my interest for her increases by her interest in me. I only willingly oblige, and given that we're both pretty much hopeless romantics, we end up surprising each other in little ways. That detail I'll leave up to you, Reader, to put specifics to, if you're one of me buddies, just ask me and if I trust ya, I'll let you know.
"Oh I love my Love
And well she knows,
I love the ground
where on she goes
I hope the day
will one day come,
when she and I
Will be as one."
- Black is the Color
And well she knows,
I love the ground
where on she goes
I hope the day
will one day come,
when she and I
Will be as one."
- Black is the Color
Don't even THINK about taking that the wrong way, sicko!
Enough. More Later.
- James
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