I just got back from seeing "It's a Wonderful Place". It's a real work of art. I cried. It moved me. I consider that art, becausr it moved me. That's the difference between art and decoration/entertainment. Whether it moves you or not. You could go to a museum and see a picture of an African slave girl being sold from her mother. It would move you. That arm reaching out to her mother; if only their hands could meet for one final time, everything would be better. The look of anguish on the yougn girl's face that is echoed on her mother's face tenfold. Those cold, masochist white men who have the temerity to think that they are allowed to separate these two. Sure, it's not plesant to look at, but it moves you. Empathy. You suffer with them. You cry with them. You cherish your loved ones even more because of it.
Or you could go to the movies and see a comical love story about a UPS delivery man and the CEO of a frozen food company. It probably won't move you. Heck, it probably doesn't even have a theme. But it's entertaining.
Are people not looking to improve themselves? Would they rather buy a photograph of a tree in autumn because the colors go nicely with the furniture, or would they rather buy a drawing of a plant with one bud and one wilted flower because it reminds them to look ahead and keep going even after something bad happens? Would they rather buy a photograph of a tree in autumn because it invigorates them to get outside and appreciate nature, or would they rather buy a drawing of a plant with one bud and one wilted flower because it's a good drawing?
I'm in a very cynical mood right now. The movie has moved me to think of the wrost in people. I'm not blaming it, it's a nice change to see both sides of everything.
I wouldn't go to that museum because I couldn't handle the emotional onsluaght just now. I love being overanalytical and metaphorical, but today was a lot. I need to numb myself. I need to be a conformist and see the movie instead. Be like Mark. He survives, but he doesn't live. ttyl
Saturday, January 21
Saturday, January 14
And if...
My mind works in strange ways. If someone says something, I can connect it to a song. My mom said "And if you don't like it then we can get you another one" or something, and I was like, "And if it turns out, it's over too fast, I'll make every last moment last, as long as you're mine". And if. That's all it took to connect it to a song.
I had a dream that I borrowed Mr. Ballou's laptop for something. It had tape on it, and it was coming off. I didn't say anything when I returned it to him, because it had been like that already. Then Drew (why is he in so many of my dreams!?!?!?) borrowed it, and showed Mr. Ballou that the tape was coming off. They blamed it on me. So I had to go get more tape to fix it. So I went to the library where my dad was. He was watching this documentary about some National Park in Nevada or something that had a really famous waterfall. It isn't a real place. Then he went over to some kids that had watched the show and he told them about the show. And I was annoyed because they had seen the show too, so he didn't need to tell them about it. He was taking a really long time to talk to them, and Mr. Ballou wanted his laptop fixed so I needed to hurry. I think Allie was with us. Then they got in the car because we had to go buy tape. And I had to change because it was getting dark outside and it was cold. The shirt I wanted to wear was a green floral print fitted long-sleeve shirt. I was wearing it with khaki pants, or something. And a white beater underneath. Weird. I had no jackets to wear with my shirt, so I decided on something else, but then I wanted to change my pants too and I had to take my shoes off to do that and blah blah blah and I was taking a really long time and we were in a hurry because Mr. Ballou would get mad at me if I didn't fix his laptop in time but then I woke up and I never got the tape. But I don't think I woke up. I think the dream just changed, but I can't remember what else happened.
I have to go, ttyl!
I had a dream that I borrowed Mr. Ballou's laptop for something. It had tape on it, and it was coming off. I didn't say anything when I returned it to him, because it had been like that already. Then Drew (why is he in so many of my dreams!?!?!?) borrowed it, and showed Mr. Ballou that the tape was coming off. They blamed it on me. So I had to go get more tape to fix it. So I went to the library where my dad was. He was watching this documentary about some National Park in Nevada or something that had a really famous waterfall. It isn't a real place. Then he went over to some kids that had watched the show and he told them about the show. And I was annoyed because they had seen the show too, so he didn't need to tell them about it. He was taking a really long time to talk to them, and Mr. Ballou wanted his laptop fixed so I needed to hurry. I think Allie was with us. Then they got in the car because we had to go buy tape. And I had to change because it was getting dark outside and it was cold. The shirt I wanted to wear was a green floral print fitted long-sleeve shirt. I was wearing it with khaki pants, or something. And a white beater underneath. Weird. I had no jackets to wear with my shirt, so I decided on something else, but then I wanted to change my pants too and I had to take my shoes off to do that and blah blah blah and I was taking a really long time and we were in a hurry because Mr. Ballou would get mad at me if I didn't fix his laptop in time but then I woke up and I never got the tape. But I don't think I woke up. I think the dream just changed, but I can't remember what else happened.
I have to go, ttyl!
Thursday, January 12
Pony trekking or camping! Or just watching TV!
Go out and rent the soundtrack to Monty Python's Spamalot by Eric Idle. Right now. Reserve it on the library site, and go get it. Seriously. We were talking about Finland in geography, and I said I had a song about Finland. Then it was stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
I had a dream that I wrote a play. It had Erik, Christine, Raoul, King Arthur, and Lord Chuffrey in it. It was like a Thousand and One Arabian Nights in terms of setting. But it was like Spamalot in terms of plot. I don't know how Lord Chuffrey got into it. So I had it all set up, and I got a group of people so we could perform it. We went to this library, and all of the books were spin-offs of other books. So instead of having Phantom of the Opera, they had the Angel of Death, which was all about how terrible Erik was and how he killed everyone. And Wicked would have been turned into a book of memoirs from Glinda's point of view. So it was weird. I bought two books. Then we had to run through this gym/water park where everyone was playing dodge ball with basketballs. I got hit, but it didn't hurt, so it was okay. Then we got to where we were going to perform the play, and I wrote the cast of characters on the board (there was a white board backstage). Everyone was pissed off because they thought it was a spin-off of Phantom of the Opera, but it wasn't. And we didn't perform it on a stage, it was like this house and each room was like a scene for the play. And I had set up the props and everything just right so the performers would just go with it, and I knew what they would do in each scenario, so I could set up the whole thing ahead of time. But the play never happened, because no one would listen to me, and they thought it was Phantom of the Opera based because of the characters.
We're playing Bolero in band! You know, the one by Maurice Ravel? Everyone was complaining that it was boring, but I'm so excited! And we're playing a song by John Williams called "Sound the Bells!". It's by John Williams! We have such a cool set! And we played excerpts from the Nutcracker last semester. It's so great to be in a band that plays professional grade music. I just remembered that I have theory homework. ttyl!
I had a dream that I wrote a play. It had Erik, Christine, Raoul, King Arthur, and Lord Chuffrey in it. It was like a Thousand and One Arabian Nights in terms of setting. But it was like Spamalot in terms of plot. I don't know how Lord Chuffrey got into it. So I had it all set up, and I got a group of people so we could perform it. We went to this library, and all of the books were spin-offs of other books. So instead of having Phantom of the Opera, they had the Angel of Death, which was all about how terrible Erik was and how he killed everyone. And Wicked would have been turned into a book of memoirs from Glinda's point of view. So it was weird. I bought two books. Then we had to run through this gym/water park where everyone was playing dodge ball with basketballs. I got hit, but it didn't hurt, so it was okay. Then we got to where we were going to perform the play, and I wrote the cast of characters on the board (there was a white board backstage). Everyone was pissed off because they thought it was a spin-off of Phantom of the Opera, but it wasn't. And we didn't perform it on a stage, it was like this house and each room was like a scene for the play. And I had set up the props and everything just right so the performers would just go with it, and I knew what they would do in each scenario, so I could set up the whole thing ahead of time. But the play never happened, because no one would listen to me, and they thought it was Phantom of the Opera based because of the characters.
We're playing Bolero in band! You know, the one by Maurice Ravel? Everyone was complaining that it was boring, but I'm so excited! And we're playing a song by John Williams called "Sound the Bells!". It's by John Williams! We have such a cool set! And we played excerpts from the Nutcracker last semester. It's so great to be in a band that plays professional grade music. I just remembered that I have theory homework. ttyl!
Sunday, January 8
Son of a Witch
I finished Son of a Witch by Gregory Maguire yesterday. It was really good, I recommend it. But you should read Wicked first. And have read or seen the Wizard of Oz too. I totally predicted the ending; I knew Candle and Liir's daughter would be green. So now Liir has to find Nor and Candle, and take care of his daughter. I wonder what her name will be? Wicked the musical was written by Stephen Shwartz. Maybe her name will be Eshua. For S. Shwa- rtz. Get it?
I had a dream last night. It was a dream within a dream, which makes it superly creepy. My friends and I were all witches and I had a spell book except it was one of my clarinet solos books. And whenever you sang one of the songs, you became the title. So if you sang Defying Gravity, you could fly. If you sang Primma Donna, you would be an Opera diva. So there was this evil thing, I forget what it was, but it was going to kill my cousin and my sister. But I saved them by performing CPR on them. Then I "woke up" and told Drew, Ms. Z-B, and Mr. Halbe about my dream. And then I woke up for real. And it was really cool because my friends and I had gone to a witches convention, where we were on this giant lilypad that floated around in the sky, and we conspired in small groups, but the noise level was so high that I sang at the top of my lungs and only the people conspiring with me could hear me cast the spell. And then I flew away and saw all the witches in their tight groups conspiring loudly, and it was cool because everyone was wearing dresses like the one Idina Menzel does in this picture http://www.beyondtherainbow2oz.com/wicked-b4defy2.jpg. And in this picture http://www.beyondtherainbow2oz.com/wicked-ozcot3.jpg. Or in this picture http://www.beyondtherainbow2oz.com/wicked-end2.jpg or http://www.beyondtherainbow2oz.com/wicked-end3.jpg. So look at them if you want to see the coolness. ttyl!
I had a dream last night. It was a dream within a dream, which makes it superly creepy. My friends and I were all witches and I had a spell book except it was one of my clarinet solos books. And whenever you sang one of the songs, you became the title. So if you sang Defying Gravity, you could fly. If you sang Primma Donna, you would be an Opera diva. So there was this evil thing, I forget what it was, but it was going to kill my cousin and my sister. But I saved them by performing CPR on them. Then I "woke up" and told Drew, Ms. Z-B, and Mr. Halbe about my dream. And then I woke up for real. And it was really cool because my friends and I had gone to a witches convention, where we were on this giant lilypad that floated around in the sky, and we conspired in small groups, but the noise level was so high that I sang at the top of my lungs and only the people conspiring with me could hear me cast the spell. And then I flew away and saw all the witches in their tight groups conspiring loudly, and it was cool because everyone was wearing dresses like the one Idina Menzel does in this picture http://www.beyondtherainbow2oz.com/wicked-b4defy2.jpg. And in this picture http://www.beyondtherainbow2oz.com/wicked-ozcot3.jpg. Or in this picture http://www.beyondtherainbow2oz.com/wicked-end2.jpg or http://www.beyondtherainbow2oz.com/wicked-end3.jpg. So look at them if you want to see the coolness. ttyl!
Friday, January 6
Klangfarbenmelodie
Klangfarbenmelodie is a term coined by composer Arnold Schoenberg to describe a style of composition that employs several different kinds of tone colors to a single pitch or to multiple pitches. This is achieved by distributing the pitch or melody among several different instruments.
You should all look up a word today. Look up fenestration, prurient, ineffable, solipsistic, soporific, spiv, or ralliform.
You should all look up a word today. Look up fenestration, prurient, ineffable, solipsistic, soporific, spiv, or ralliform.
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