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One-note Wonders
Padawan
youngjedi
I dreamt I was asking or being asked, if composers stood at a piano and were asked to play one note, what would it be? I only came up with these before the dream changed/I woke up:

- Mozart would play a very nice A
- Beethoven would play a C
- Bach would play D, and D again
- Tchaikovsky would play C♯
- Billy Joel would play G
- I don't remember whom I had playing B♭
- Handel would play F♭, while someone else played E
- Rachmaninoff would play all 12 at once, spread over 4 octaves

Do you agree? What additions would you make?
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I was posting on Facebook and thot, back in the day, this would have been an LJ entry…
Padawan
youngjedi
Wow. Very powerful. So many profound, touching, and inspiring stories and ideas packed into 17 minutes. Do watch.

I have a policy of no secrets. Under the right circumstances, nothing is off the table for discussion. I like the quote from Georgia O'Keeffe Glennon shares: “Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant, there is no such thing. Making your unknown known is the important thing.”

I like the perspective of addiction and other coping mechanisms as "super hero capes" as an alternative to "masks," "coping mechanisms," etc.

I'm glad she had the experience she did in the hospital. So many participants in the system do not have such awakening, human or humane experiences.

When working on a project, or more likely, multiple projects, and feeling pressured, I'll say, "Okay, what's next?" as a way to keep on task and focused. I like the subtle addition of "right" to that, and applying that as a mantra for life and development. "What's the next right thing for me to do?"

Glennon's website.


After that, I watched this, which was a cheerful follow-up. :)


And here's another quote from Georgia O'Keeffe I found: "I hate flowers - I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move." :D I only half believe her.

Greg's Halloween Adventure
Danger Mouse
youngjedi
Well that was fun! Just finished digging my food out of the snow bank out back. ("Just" was in the morning when I started this.) The food kept just fine. Here's why it needed to:

I was hanging out at The Roost, half enjoying their lukewarm coffee and finishing up some website work when the power went out. They didn't close for a while, so I played a game of Theories, which is like a cross between Trivial Pursuit and Balderdash, with two strangers who asked generally, "Anyone want to play a board game?" A has a burning desire to live in Ireland for a while. She loves her career in publishing and is concerned that a gap in her resume would make it difficult for her to break back into the field later on. She thinks her best strategy might be to find an internship with a publisher and a part time job while she's in Ireland. K is the director of a theater program. She recently read The Teenage Liberation Handbook and is a growing fan of the Unschooling philosophy. One of her favorite functions of the program is providing refuge for students who are harmed and underserved by their schools. I believe I ended up winning at Theories after a slow start.

After parting ways, I went home and got myself bundled up to meet my friend, S, for a walk around the darkened downtown area. S is a connection from Hampshire College. She just moved back to Northampton for a job in the Earth Sciences lab at her alma mater. I started my AT hike with her in 2003 near her home in PA. As it turned out, only the south side of town was without power; so one side of Main Street was dark while the other side wasn't. It was a very interesting effect. We took to the dark side of town. The number and size of downed tree limbs was already surprising. S saw a whole tree fall from a stand behind me. We thought it best not to continue along the bike path, under and next to the snow laden trees. Upon returning to Main Street, we entered into a snowball fight with a couple we encountered taking target practice on signposts. Several skirmishes ensued, ranging most of the length of Main Street and culminating in lobs hurled from one side to the other.

I attended a costume party at a friend's (really a potluck acquaintance), where the power was on-again, off-again. My costume was an improvised group effort. Someone asked if I was Spiderman in my red shirt. Another suggested I was "Spiderman before he got his powers." Another handed me a rubber spider, and a fourth noticed the double-sided tape on the table with which to attach it to my shirt. So I was Peter Parker just before getting bit by the spider that would give me Spidy powers. Now from the Small World Department: I'm not usually very good with names, but I saw this one guy there and thought, "I bet his name is Alex." It was! I knew him from lifeguard training 10 years ago at Farm & Wilderness. He's lived out here for a long time and worked as a caricature artist at Six Flags with someone I knew from Hampshire. We're going to talk about upgrading his website some time this week.

When I left the party, power was out for the whole town! Downtown was very cool in the pitch black. A little eerie. I shared a conversation and a few sips of wine on the corner with a couple of women heading home in the opposite direction. Only the wind and occasional car made the whole scene anything but calm and pleasant. I really feel all the usual lights are quite unnecessary.

In the old fashioned way of "calling on someone," N stopped by my place Sunday morning. After packing my refrigerables into a snowbank, we went to collect S for a walk around Smith. It's not quite enough to say the storm broke a lot of branches and brought down some trees; it's the size of the branches that's surprising. The weight of the snow and the force of the wind broke the larger limbs and even split trees at their trunks. Naturally, most of the fallen branches were those that had leaves on them. It was odd to see bright fall colors in all the snow. We built a snow alien on the green by the Campus Center and eventually returned home. Not too much later, S picked me up for a run to Hampshire—to turn off lab equipment to save it from a surge when the power returned—and a trip up to J's for G's birthday party hang out in lieu of Six Flags Fright Fest. To the delight of all, we brought news that Bud's BBQ was open, and dinner plans were secured. We all went home after the longest game of Zombie Fluxx ever, during which I napped or half-napped.

This morning, I woke to the sound of the refrigerator, and things pretty much returned to normal around here. J in Sunderland and G in Easthampton are still without power, as are places in Northampton. Consequently, those two came to my place to charge electronics, eat out at the sushi buffet (I know, those aren't words you'd normally think go together, but it's not bad if your standards are not great for sushi/sashimi), and watch a movie (okay, so it was MJ's Thriller, a few Lady Gaga videos, Ace of Base, and finally Sleepy Hollow) with S, who brought b-day cake for G.

Just now (actually just now, as I finish writing this) I have finished editing my photos from the weekend (still need to work on the ones from the wedding last week) and finished reading Flowers for Algernon. It's the first book I've read through since…I don't remember the last book I read completely.

So what's your Halloween Snow Storm story? Please let me know in the comments!

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Odie
youngjedi
ohmygodThatWasSoTOTALLYAWESOME!! Dick Dale at the Iron Horse tonight. I was moved. It was painful not having a dance floor or even any danceable space on the floor. So grateful to Em for bringing it to my attention! Made my week. :D

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Padawan
youngjedi
Fweww. Back from Dawn Dance. I am showered, shaved, and soon to be slept. My laundry rack is currently full not of clean clothes, but of clothes that need to dry before I can put them in my laundry hamper. :) Those of you who are keeping track will remember that back in May, I was unable to attend the dance. Last year's—same. Personal Health Victory for the week: I actually biked to Amherst and back to play tennis yesterday before heading to the Dawn Dance. And I'm truly no worse for the wear. :D

Update: Okay, so my foot, which I hurt some time earlier this week, hurts and so does my gut a little, but nothing is very bad.
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I so want to go there
Odie
youngjedi
I just started typing in "Greg's apartment" for the location of an event on Facebook, and a short list of two suggestions popped up. The first: "Greg's Pastry Shop". Sensical enough. It's over in Hadley and decently tasty. Next: "Greg's Cheese and Animosity Shoppe". OMG LOL, right?

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youngjedi
Suddenly I'm reminded of the opening of Fear and Loathing. It was somewhere around 12:45 when the drugs kicked in. "Take before 9:00 AM." Oh. This is why. I figured middle of the afternoon was good because I'm never up before 10 or 11. And, well, I did take them before 9. Just on the wrong side of the international date line.
(Prednisone, FYI)
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Ideologies
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youngjedi
No ideology is superior to another for its ability to resist corruption or perversion, or to overcome the other weaknesses in the psyches of its sustainers; it is subject to the same, underlying patterns and biases as any other. But perhaps the language used in a given ideology or the specific aspects of mind and emotion it appeals to provides clues to the ways it is likely to be corrupted, and that this examination can expose its shortcomings and forfend its corruption. The inherent susceptibility of any idea or a body of ideals to co-option by would-be oppressors does not necessarily denigrate the core values of the ideology. That co-optability only shows the sway that degenerative powers have it this world. Likewise, it is not necessarily true that an ideology is "more right," more true, or better for humanity because the number of people who embrace it are greater (or in some cases, more select) than another, or for the ability of its followers to oust, convert, or obliterate the followers of another. Socialism is not inherently evil because it is claimed as the platform of certain dictators; nor is it the squandered salvation of the world just because it is the highly suppressed alternative to capitalism. Christianity is not more true or better than other religions because its claimants have been the most successful at exterminating people for their resources; nor is its fundament belied, in essence, by these same atrocities. The kernel of truth or wisdom at the heart of any single idea, belief system, ideology, etc., must be evaluated on its own merits.
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Alison Krauss & Union Station
Odie
youngjedi
Saw them on Sunday. What a treat! Very special. Dan Tyminski has a very distinctive voice. I wish they had played "Man of Constant Sorrow" earlier in the evening so I could have enjoyed his songs without thinking, "Boy, that sounds like 'Man of Constant Sorrow.'" :-) My favorite new song of the night was one by the bassist. Can't remember a lick of it now to go search for it, though.
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Ahhhh…
Odie
youngjedi
Don't get me wrong; I had a fantastic weekend. Perfect, really. But today I notice I am irritable. That's what happens when you have such a sustained release of dopamine over a long period of time and then have to come down from it. At least, that's what happens to me.

Friday, Juno was headed into Cambridge, so I decided to tag along after looking up to see what swing dance I might catch. I wasn't expecting to see anyone I know there, but I did meet three, which was a nice surprise. It was a fabulous night of dancing. We drove back to WMass and straight to a potluck, which lasted until 2 in the morning and was a total hoot! Slept for several hours before getting up to drive down to Philly for Mel's High Contrast techno contra birthday party—five hours of splendiferous music and dancing. Good company and conversation on the car ride made all the driving an enjoyable feature of the weekend, rather than a delay between activities. What a thrill it all was!

And tonight, I get to unwind (literally) with gentle yoga.
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