Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Sandbagging

Well, I was going to go to Fargo to sand bag, but apparently, there are tons of volunteers and less work. Next week, my friend who was going to do this may go to Grand Forks and do the same thing. I have an aunt, uncle and cousin (plus family) in GF, so that might be a good trip too.

Send prayers to the (potential) flood victims.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Random lack of stuff to mention

I don't really have anything of note about myself here. I'm working, I like it so far. They are making me sing at a Wednesday service. That will be fun, I think! I don't sing enough, so it will be a good excuse.

My brother-in-law was diagnosed with cancer for round # 2 with that disease. He'll undergo another 4-6 months of chemotherapy and deal with a new position at work, 2 little girls, and the regular stresses of life. He's a runner, but he'll be out of his running shoes for a bit.

If you are of the praying type, please add Brian and his family to your list.

Peace to all of you!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Working... Out.

Wow! Yesterday I actually went for a run. Well, I ran at some points.

I ran from the apartment to my parents' house, around 3 miles. I would jog, walk, sprint, walk, etc... the length of it. I did not do any planned intervals, it was always... "I'll run to that stop sign," type of interval training.

I did, however, download some podcasts from this site, http://www.c25k.com/, in the hopes that they will help me be more organized in the interval training. It's a great program to get one into 5k shape in 9 weeks. Now, there are other methods, and I'm not running a 5k in a month and a half, but I need some sort of training regimen.

If you are badly out of shape, and live in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area, and are interested in joining a taping of our show... Oh, um. I mean if you would like to "run" with me, let me know.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Poetry Friday

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)

by William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.


Quite a while back, the guy who set "She Walks in Beauty" set this sonnet to choral music. We were singing this piece at a rare concert in the recital hall and, low and behold, Becky was sitting just behind our conductor from where I was sitting. No matter what, I couldn't help but look at her.
As we sang this piece, we get to the rousing climax, the women are repeating, "And yet by heav'n," and the the men keep singing, "I love her," over and over; I started crying. Ever since then, I get weepy over this song.
This sonnet goes against all the other sappy love poems. Instead of telling you how perfect one's love is for another, it talks about how imperfect everything in the relationship is. Yes, it's saying that the object of love is imperfect, but it's really saying more than that. The whole thing about love is imperfect. One doesn't understand that until the last line, "and yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare."
"Sigh," I really wish I was at home now instead of sitting at work.

Blogging...

So, today, Becky and I were talking and I came up with a great topic I should write about on here. For the life of me, I cannot remember, but I really wanted something interesting to say. I have felt that this has been somewhat trite lately and I wanted to think through my fingertips and have nothing to think about.

Becky and I are going to see one of my favorite composers in a couple of weeks, Eric Whitacre. He's conducting a group of choirs while they sing his music. "The Eric Whitacre Extravaganza." It's sold out.

I spent way too much on tickets, but Becky seemed excited for it. I never know how she's going to take the spending of money. I guess if it's for me it's questionable, but if it's for us, it's ok? Maybe she'll comment on this posting and we'll find out! LOL!

I'll let you all know what happens there. For now, I'm wishing I was in bed and counting down the hours until the end of my last shift.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Reading....lists

So, a few weeks back, I read, "A Child Called 'It'" by Dave Pelzer. There's too much to say about it and none of it needs to be said. I recommend the read and hope you never read it at the same time. The story is so outlandish and far-fetched that throughout the whole book I questioned it's validity and wondered if there was any fact checking going on. You can read the synopsis on Wiki and see the part from his brother. No matter how you slice it, the story is atrocious, but I did like reading it.

Now, I'm reading "The Well-Educated Mind: A Guide to the Classical Education You Never Had." I'm only 2 chapters in, but I like this book. It's meant to fill in the gaps that modern education left behind. For instance, I had a 12th grade reading level since 3rd or 4th grade. Unfortunately, I never moved beyond that. This is to help me with that.

I'm excited.

Canons and Fugues

A while back, a friend sent this around the music department at Luther.
This is why musicians hate Canon in D. Well, there are other reasons too. There's a lot of great songs in the world, why can't people choose something else for their wedding?

I would like to start the reasons musicians hate Pachelbel's Canon in D. Please add to it and debate it in your comments.
1. It's not a canon. It's a chaconne.
2. It's overplayed.
3. It's every non-fan of classical music's favorite piece of classical music.
4. We've played it at every wedding. (see #2)
5. It's the same thing over and over.
6. It's the same chord progression used in most every other "rock" song.

Many musicians prefer the following format, the fugue. However, if Pachelbel had written a popular fugue, we'd probably hate that too.


Now you understand a little bit of my humor. Well, you probably don't, but I gave you a glimpse into it.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Workin'

So, I've been working two jobs the last 2 days. I'm going nuts, but it will be OK. I promise.

I have received word from one of the other places I applied to, but it was a neutral response asking for more information. I will be half employed starting next week and am scared about that.

Hmm. Maybe I'll actually clean around the apartment. Becky would like that!

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Friday Poetry

Set Me as a Seal
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm;
for love is strong as death,
Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it.

This is a text from the Song of Solomon used by Rene Clausen in the piece of that same name. I love this piece and planned on having a choir sing it at my wedding, but never got it together in time, or at all, for that matter.
One of this blogs readers, at least one!, hates the flower language of heart for love. The heart is an organ, not associated with love. This is true. I still love the ideas in it. Plus, it shows that the Bible has some really interesting things in it. Bom, chicka-bow-wow!
Beck and I had some of this chapter read at our wedding. I don't understand most of it, but... here it goes. Comment if you wish. Tell me your thoughts.




To Music, to becalm his Fever
Robert Herrick. 1591–1674

CHARM me asleep, and melt me so
With thy delicious numbers,
That, being ravish'd, hence I go
Away in easy slumbers.
Ease my sick head,
And make my bed,
Thou power that canst sever
From me this ill,
And quickly still,
Though thou not kill
My fever.

Thou sweetly canst convert the same
From a consuming fire
Into a gentle licking flame,
And make it thus expire.
Then make me weep
My pains asleep;
And give me such reposes
That I, poor I,
May think thereby
I live and die
'Mongst roses.

Fall on me like the silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptim o'er the flowers.
Melt, melt my pains
With thy soft strains;
That, having ease me given,
With full delight
I leave this light,
And take my flight
For Heaven.
I swear I mentioned this already, but I couldn't find it anywhere. This is a piece I want sung at my funeral. In the recording, the baritones couldn't get the last phrase, and I, thinking I was to blame, stopped singing. This was a mistake. Whether or not I was the culprit, the wrong notes are in the recording that is sent out by the publisher and no one can blame me. Regardless, I love this piece and thank David Dickau for writing it.



Song of Solomon

1 O that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother's breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me. 2 I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, and into the chamber of the one who bore me. F20 I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates. 3 O that his left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me! 4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken love until it is ready!

5 Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor. 6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame. 7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If one offered for love all the wealth of one's house, it would be utterly scorned.

8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister, on the day when she is spoken for? 9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. 10 I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who brings F21 peace. 11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he entrusted the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver. 12 My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred!

13 O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it. 14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices!

No particular place to go....

So in the recent past, I have promised to visit friends in SD, IA, IL, MN, and hinted at CA and OK. All of these people are people Beck and I care about, but we have never found the time to go visit.

With the recent deaths of friends in two different circles of friends, I now vow to keep better tabs on my friends. So, with that, pending my bride's approval, I will visit as many of my foreign-dwelling friends as possible in the remaining months of 2009. And by foreign-dwelling, I really mean non-MN. I can't go to Slovakia at this point, and CA may be a bit far, but I'll work on it.

So, here's the deal.... MN and IA folks, I may be visiting sooner than later, but solo. If you don't want me to visit without the better-looking-roommate, then let me know. We will probably visit sometime later, together, but I miss you all and want to see you soon.
Il. You are in town now and I should be seeing you with 24 hours. We'll discuss.
SD, we'll have to wait PA15, that is Post-April 15. Beck and I will come visit you and your lovely town and maybe meet up with some world traveler-turned camp counselor. That way, you two can meet Becky, finally.
CA, I'll look into a trip out West. My bro's out there, so I should be able to find some justification for a long-ish trip.
OK, I haven't promised you, but I'd still like to come down there, before you move again. Maybe Filly and I can plan a joint venture during a break of his.

I miss you guys. See some of you soon!

Friday, March 06, 2009

Question....

How often do you check your email?
If you could either learn to fly a plane or to scuba dive, which would you chose?
What would you chose as your theme song? Would you chose a different theme song for your work and personal lives?

Work related weirdness

So, last Thursday I applied for a job. Friday, I was called for an interview for the following Monday. I decided that night that I hated my current job and gave notice. Monday came and the interview went well. Wednesday they called me and offered me the job and Thursday I accepted. I start THIS Monday!

The weird thing is that it's part-time. So, today, I applied at a bunch of different places to teach voice and be a professor and stuff like that.

So, you might be asking, "What job is this mad man speaking of?" and to that I answer, "Administrative Assistant of Worship and Music at Shepherd of the Valley Lutheran Church." It's a half-time job, but they are currently looking for a Children's Handbell director as well, so I may look into that too. Also, this leaves me some time to be a Voice Teacher, or whatever, too.

I'm somewhat excited, but scared to be leaving a more lucrative position.

God will provide, right?