Mission Accomplished

The boy has been successfully initiated into the world of Star Wars. So much so that he played ‘oh no the walls are closing in we have to call the robots!’ in the bath last night. He also pulled a blue towel over his head and told us that he was ‘the little one with the one eye and two wheels’, which took me a moment before I understood that he was pretending to be R2-D2.

He says ‘Tith Lords’ in the most charming fashion, called Chewbacca ‘Rawbawca’ for a bit, thought X-wings were pretty cool, and asked where his own lightsaber was as soon as Obi-Wan handed one to Luke. ( “Erm,” HRH temporized, because of course we have a pair; we just didn’t want to hand him one and watch the ensuing devastation as he gleefully swept things off shelves.) We’re currently escaping Hoth in ESB.

And the final seal of approval: When we played the Star Wars soundtrack yesterday afternoon, he danced like a truly crazed thing. And he asked for it in the car this morning.

Excellent.

Link Salada

Because I prefer tea to tossed greens, thanks.

Man who cut pages from rare books gets 2 years in jail: “[A] Harvard-educated historian pleaded guilty to 14 charges involving the theft of illustrations from rare books. He admitted using a blade to cut out 150 pages, including plates and maps, from books in the British Library in London and from the Bodleian Library in Oxford. “As an author, you cannot have been unaware of the damage you were causing,” said Judge Peter Ader as he passed sentence […]. “You have a deep love of books, perhaps so deep that it goes to excess.”

Listening to Schroeder: ‘Peanuts’ Scholars Find Messages in Cartoon’s Scores. “When Schroeder pounded on his piano, his eyes clenched in a trance, the notes floating above his head were no random ink spots dropped into the key of G. Schulz carefully chose each snatch of music he drew and transcribed the notes from the score. More than an illustration, the music was a soundtrack to the strip, introducing the characters’ state of emotion, prompting one of them to ask a question or punctuating an interaction.”


The Society of Animation Studies has created the Emru Townsend Award.
“Society for Animation Studies members may now apply for grant awards in the assistance of research and travel for those intending to present at this year’s annual conference.” (Via Tamu at fps.)

In Which She Works Through Some Issues

This morning we had an awesome, awesome brunch chez Adam and Karine. The term ‘groaning table’ was invented solely for this morning’s repast. We got there, the boys all ran upstairs and played on their own, we were given excellent coffee and had the blissful experience of having adult conversation while the three boys played elsewhere. Absolutely lovely. I love that the boy is at an age where he can be trusted to play elsewhere with others and not require constant checking-in. We knew things had gone well when the boy broke down when it was time to go, and said at random tearful intervals all the way home, “I want to go back to Samuel and Matthieu’s house now.”

But this post is mostly about last night’s cello lesson.

Holy cello lesson of technical adjustments, Batman! “It may not feel like you’re making progress,” my teacher said reassuringly, “but when all this stuff is done you’ll just fly.” And I know I am making progress, because as I clean up one thing another becomes apparent (either caused by the adjustment or revealed hiding behind it) that needs to be addressed. It’s like following a trail of Smarties to a really big prize of some kind.

Speaking of really big prizes: This 7/8 looks like it very well could be The One. It’s the best one I’ve tried out of all seven so far. It’s a bit richer and more intimate than the one I’ve got. Mine is clearer and has better projection (how could it not, it’s freaking humongous, of course the bigger soundbox projects more!), which, if I was playing solo in halls, would be better. But realistically I’m not going to be doing that, am I. The more velvety 7/8 is fine for chamber and orchestral section music. And overall, if it’s in this good a shape now, after a year or so of playing it will have opened up even more. The only problems my teacher confirmed were that (a) the C sting lacks a proper balance with the rest of the strings, (b) the C string lacks quick response, and (c) if the projection could be improved just a wee bit that would be nice, too. (So nice to have my initial assessment of the instrument supported. Go me!) A bit of adjustment plus a different C string would probably do it; she sent me home with a couple of different strings from her hoard to try. She’s going to talk to the luthier about it this week when she goes in to pick up her bow that’s been repaired. The only problem I’ve found otherwise (and just now, yikes) is a too-far-down cut made in the table where the neck is set in; I’m worried it might carry on down the front as a crack. We’ll see what they say.

I played it for my entire lesson. Never even touched my own. This has happened all week in practise, too.

I also had something confirmed for me. My teacher was playing a passage on first the 7/8 then on my 4/4, and I liked both the sounds but in a different way. And she said, “Honestly? You’d have to spend a lot of money to find a 7/8 equivalent in sound production to your cello.” Now, this is something I’ve suspected more and more through this process. My cello is a surprisingly good cello. People with more experience than I do tell me it has excellent tone and projection and balance and is very easy to play. Plus it has had forty years to mellow and develop. It’s just a tad too big for me. And now that the possibility of buying a new 7/8 is becoming more and more real, I’m clinging irrationally to it. Is buying a new 7/8 a bad step? No, not at all; I’m just worried it’s an unnecessary one. Yes, it’s a better quality cello taken in the grand scheme of things, but do my current needs, or those of the near future, require the higher quality cello? Honestly, probably not. Will the 7/8 be better for me technically than the oversize 4/4? Maybe. Might my fibro require a smaller cello in the future? Possibly. Is the oversize 4/4 holding me back? I won’t know until I start playing something else, will I.

Yes, I’m wibbling. Badly. All the shopping and research was fun, but the big step of buying it is so fraught with responsibility. It won’t be a bad investment. It’s just a lot of money for a maybe. (On the other hand, I’ve just remembered that this is temporary anyway; the real upgrade in quality will come with the repair of the Mystery Cello some years down the line when my cousin and I have the money. So there, wibbling. This isn’t the end of the line; this is a step in the correct size direction. Stop second-guessing yourself about this nebulous thing called ‘quality.’ Do you like the sound? Yes. Is it better or worse than the one you’ve got? Neither, really; it’s different. Is it a complete loss of money? No, because resale value will be high, and you’ll probably succeed in selling your current 4/4 anyway at some point. So.)

On top of all that, I feel like I’m cheating on my 4/4. I feel like I’m being disloyal to fifteen very, very good years.

Argh!

As an aside: My teacher pulled out the bow that came with the 7/8 kit and said, “Aren’t you going to play with this?” “No,” I said, “it’s dull and stiff.” “That’s odd,” she said, “they’re usually a bit springier than wooden bows.” “Oh, no, this isn’t carbon fibre,” I said, “it’s fibreglass.” “Fibreglass? Why didn’t you ask for something good? When you take things home on trial you can be like a kid in a candy store: ‘I’ll take one of those, and one of those, and maybe some of this…”. Duly noted. Because eventually, I’m going to need to replace this cracked bow, too….

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.