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Five Random Things Make A Post

1. Yes, I know I haven’t done the monthly Liam post. They take up a stupid amount of of time and energy and brainpower, none of which I’ve had lately.

2. Why does every outing with the boy have to be ruined by the five minutes at the end between turning off the car and getting in the front door?

3. Liam pointed at the cedar tree by the front steps on our way to this morning and said, “Look, snow!” “That’s not snow,” I said, “that’s ice crystals that have formed because the very moisture in the air is freezing.” And then we had a talk about Frozone from The Incredibles and how he needs water in the air to make ice. Freaking cold, yes, but everything is white and strangely beautiful. Sun would make it even more beautiful, but not for long because the frost would melt. Also, I saw the seaway steaming on the way home from dropping him off yesterday morning. It’s that cold. (Yay for sublimation! Science is cool!)

4. Two inches into my garter stitch lap blanket, I want to rip it all back and do it in stockinette stitch instead.

5. There is an inch of ice on the bottom of the boy’s bedroom windows. And I don’t mean measured from the top to the bottom, I mean from the window out into the room. Also, there is frost forming on the inside of the back door. (I am Canadian; I talk about the weather a lot.)

And a bonus:

6. Irony is doing your errands in the West Island and driving right past the bank branch where you need to deposit (in person, therefore during business hours, therefore when the car it at your disposal) the US cheque that arrived in your mailbox while you were out.

Misled

You know your mind is really trying to distract you when it comes up with the idea of transcribing Leonard Cohen’s “Dance Me to the End of Love” for the cello. Leonard’s slightly menacing version, of course; none of these cheerful boppy covers.

    My mind: No, really! It would be *awesome*!

    Me: Not today, it wouldn’t.

    My mind: But but but — it would be cool! It would sound great on the cello!

    Me: Transcribing it would take forever. I have no reason to do it, and it would sound odd as a solo piece. And I’d need at least a bass to back me up. Possibly also a piano. Not that I have anywhere to play it.

    My mind: You know people who play both!

    Me: SHUT UP. I’m working.

ETA @ 4:00: The interview’s as done as it’s going to get today; I’ll proof the first draft tomorrow during the boy’s nap before sending it off. I am going to metaphorically plug my fingers in my ears to ignore the weird Leonard Cohen thing, and cast on the blanket instead. I should keep working on Bodhifox’s hat but the needles and yarn are both smaller/finer and my hands feel clunky today because of the cold. The slippers have a pattern repeat and so would take too much attention. Also, well, shiny new project. So sue me.

Hangs Head And Is Listless

I bought a plastic? resin? metal? circular needle this morning for my next knitting project. The shop did actually have wooden ones in the size and length I needed, but the tips were uber-dull and I knew they’d be more hassle than they were worth. Anyway, so I now have a 29″ size 10 circular needle, which means the missing one with wooden tips that I’ve been searching for since last week should show up any minute now.

I also bought a bronzey-brown (the colour’s called ‘Toast’) and a blue (‘Admiral’, of all things) yarn for the lap blanket that will be my mindless garter-stitch project. I only picked up half of what I’ll need, though, because it’s acrylic (I cry a little, here) and I may end up hating it. I’ve used some of my craft-stash acrylic for practise and it has been awful. But it was acrylic or nothing since the cats have taken to chewing on wool-content yarn, cotton just felt wrong, and soy was ye-gods expensive for the amount I’d need. This is just a silly lap throw that will be on my office chair, not art. Also, as much as I love shopping at the yarn stores, they sell expensive yarn and I don’t have a lot of money right now, so acrylic it is. (Sob. Even though it is very soft acrylic.)

I’m halfway done those interview questions. I started knitting my slippers yesterday, and may well cast on the lap blanket this afternoon when I can no longer stand the interview. I expected the boy to be home with me today but he ended up going off to the caregiver’s after all, so I do have the time to work. Yesterday was not a great day, which is why the interview didn’t get done and was rescheduled to today, pushing Orchestrated off to next week. That’s okay; I felt no desire to work on it anyway. The beginning of the week was fantastic, but I suspect that driving to get the proofs and the freelance project done (and the unexpected mess of the ms. for review that led to many more hours invested in handling it than I expected) burned me out a bit, leaving me listless yesterday. My back hurts, which does not held the sitting-at-the-computer-working thing much.

We had our first orchestra rehearsal of the year last night, where we met our new guest conductor. She is, in fact, a cellist, and I’m really kind of excited about that because it means she’ll actually work with our section instead of pretty much ignoring us, even though I suspect it also means she’ll be extra-picky about our sound. That’s both intimidating and motivating. She asked the celli to play measures 241 and 242 in the first movement of Beethoven’s fourth symphony, then told the rest of the strings to “play it just like that.” It was really, really nice to hear on the first day back after the holiday break, especially because we were sight-reading it. It almost offset the oh-my-gods-you-can’t-be-serious treble clef cello line in the Carillon of the Bizet suite. (Last time we played this was my first year with the orchestra; I seem to remember the principal playing a solo there. This time, I’m going to do my damndest to play it, and I can lean on my teacher for help.)

Back to the interview.

Self-Enabling

Most of you know I’m interested in odd kinds of instruments. When I say odd, I don’t mean out of the ordinary; I mean things you can’t get easily and are stupidly expensive, and even if you could get one you’d have a hell of a time trying to find a local teacher for it. Like a harpsichord. Like a viol (AKA viola de gamba).

Like this seven-course Renaissance lute.

Repeat after me: Autumn has no time. Autumn has no money. Autumn should stop subscribing to Craigslist RSS feeds.

Unrelated Reviews Of Things

I played the 7/8 yesterday for my entire practise time. It was that good. Usually I get frustrated with the lack of response I expect to get and switch back to my own instrument.

It’s… resonant. A bit less clear on the C string, but that can be adjusted. It has really nice tone colour. There’s a good balance across the four strings, nice response, and did I mention it’s resonant? Holy cow. There were times when it sounded uncannily like my cello. In general it sounded much, much more developed than the last one. At least, it sounded that way from behind the instrument. We’ll see what happens when I cart it to my lesson Friday night.

I kept hitting adjacent strings because the bridge/fingerboard combo is less curved than mine. I initially thought I’d want that increased but then realised that most cellists probably wish it was the other way around in order to use the minimum amount of effort/energy possible in switching strings. It’s even easier to play than the last one in a physical way, too; the action is even sweeter. (The action was pretty much the only thing I liked about the last one.) What I find interesting is that they’re both 2007 instruments, so they’re roughly eighteen months old, and yet this one sounds so much more played-in. Just goes to show how wide a variety you can find within the same model and production year.

I’m looking forward to hearing it played by my teacher. You hear completely different things when you’re sitting in front of the instrument being played than what you hear from behind it.

And now that I’m potentially close to finding The One True 7/8, I’m panicky. I don’t really need to change instruments. I love how my instrument sounds, and I like how it handles. (I may just be used to it; a 7/8 might handle even better once I adjust to it.) What if I switch and it’s a bad decision? (I sell the 7/8 privately and don’t take much of a loss on it because 7/8s are hard to find, or even sell it back to the luthier for not much of a loss.)

I took pictures last night because she’s really, really pretty. I spent more time that I ought to have because I couldn’t really capture the colour correctly. But here’s an idea of what she looks like. The first picture is the standard comparison shot of my 4/4 and the trial 7/8 (standard, ha; I haven’t done this since I brought the first one home last July, but it shows you the colour difference and reminds you of the proportion differences as well; it may not look like much in this tiny pic but click and you’ll see there’s about an inch of difference at the base, a half-inch at the top of the body, and a good inch of the scroll). The second is a full shot of how she looks, and the third is a close-up of her ‘dimples.’ I’ve touched up the last one colour-wise to give you a better idea of her true colour:


I’ve just realised something: I’ve started calling the cello ‘her’ instead of ‘it.’ That’s the first time this has happened. Hmm. This could be dangerous. (Or appropriate. Who knows?)

And now to shift topics entirely: I have realised that I have not yet given any kind of review of my stand mixer. That’s mainly because all I’ve used it for so far is to mix and knead bread dough. It does this very, very well indeed. I am positively in love with how easily the dough slides off the dough hook after the kneading is finished. It mixes and kneads very well, yielding a satiny smooth dough that rises and bakes up nicely. I do miss kneading by hand, but being able to watch the dough hook do it is the next best thing. First of all, it isn’t hidden away like dough inside the bread machine is, so I get to watch it and it’s strangely relaxing. The hook really does a nice job gathering it up and constantly rolling it around. It also doesn’t make an unholy banging noise the way the machine does. I’m also fully in control of how long the kneading process goes on for.

I do like the way the head lifts, and how the different beater attachments go on and off; it’s all very simple and well-thought out. All the attachments and the bowl are super easy to clean, thank goodness. So far I’m very impressed. The only drawback I’ve found so far is that the thing weighs a bloody tonne, and because I don’t have space near an outlet in which to store it, I have to lift it and move it when I want to use it. I only need to move it a couple of feet but the height of the counter robs me of most of my lifting power, and there’s that fibro thing too. I may look for a power bar with an extra-long extension cord for the kitchen.

That’s all from here at the moment.

Goodness, How Did That Happen?

So that one-page brief overview of a topic that I was asked to write for inclusion in a private collection of educational material turned into a two-page intro plus a page of sources.

Yeah, I know. But it was all important.

And I found a newly published book on the subject that I need to read, too! When I have money to buy books online again, that is.