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concretekiss) wrote2010-01-19 10:10 pm
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Favorite most recent flowershop card messages:
sympathy - "I miss you already."
holiday - "Sorry for being such a prick. Happy holidays from old St. Nick"
love - "It's been 6 months since an angel found me."
recovery - "When you gonna get up off your ass?"
My Sundays are now working at a plant nursery that grows everything organically. It's only seasonal, with the possibility of being employed permanent. My hopes are low that I'll get hired on because I'm a staunch pessimist and it is a dream job, to me, going home with dirt under my nails, learning about propagation, chill hours, soil content, paramagnetic rock. There is a butterfly garden, a labyrinth, two donkeys, some cats, chickens and goats. GOATS. That go maaaaaa. Did you know that pecan trees can have both male and female parts? Did you know peat moss has to age in a bog in New Zealand for 100 years?
Yesterday I was accepted into the city choir. I'm a contralto, the lowest of female voices. Aw yeah.
I have only done some community musical theater in my teens and took advanced choir in like, 8th grade, so I was surprised and excited that I made it through auditions.
We are big and beautiful. We sound together Gothic and omniscient and powerful. Our director is amazing and charismatic, calling to us enthusiastically. I would feel so godlike as a conductor, my every gesture a paint stroke of voices, deepening and fading at my fingertips. Can you imagine?
I'd forgotten how much I loved the experience, the acoustics, being part of such a colossal and profound voice. We are learning Cherubini's Requiem, and how Beethoven loved and owed much of his style to Cherubini.
Then on the way home from rehearsals I was singin my heart off, and a man who was staring at me while trying to make a turn hit the median and had to clomp over it. I was mortified for him.
Even working through the week without a day off I am derelict for the most part. I piece rent together from several paychecks. I am cooking every meal, perusing ingredients to make your own laundry detergent, consulting HillbillyHousewife.com for frugal ideas. I still have want issues, but I'm happy. I love my jobs. I am learning so much about flora and now busy with classical composers and Latin dirges. It's nice to be able to sing, especially when you're dirt poor.
sympathy - "I miss you already."
holiday - "Sorry for being such a prick. Happy holidays from old St. Nick"
love - "It's been 6 months since an angel found me."
recovery - "When you gonna get up off your ass?"
My Sundays are now working at a plant nursery that grows everything organically. It's only seasonal, with the possibility of being employed permanent. My hopes are low that I'll get hired on because I'm a staunch pessimist and it is a dream job, to me, going home with dirt under my nails, learning about propagation, chill hours, soil content, paramagnetic rock. There is a butterfly garden, a labyrinth, two donkeys, some cats, chickens and goats. GOATS. That go maaaaaa. Did you know that pecan trees can have both male and female parts? Did you know peat moss has to age in a bog in New Zealand for 100 years?
Yesterday I was accepted into the city choir. I'm a contralto, the lowest of female voices. Aw yeah.
I have only done some community musical theater in my teens and took advanced choir in like, 8th grade, so I was surprised and excited that I made it through auditions.
We are big and beautiful. We sound together Gothic and omniscient and powerful. Our director is amazing and charismatic, calling to us enthusiastically. I would feel so godlike as a conductor, my every gesture a paint stroke of voices, deepening and fading at my fingertips. Can you imagine?
I'd forgotten how much I loved the experience, the acoustics, being part of such a colossal and profound voice. We are learning Cherubini's Requiem, and how Beethoven loved and owed much of his style to Cherubini.
Then on the way home from rehearsals I was singin my heart off, and a man who was staring at me while trying to make a turn hit the median and had to clomp over it. I was mortified for him.
Even working through the week without a day off I am derelict for the most part. I piece rent together from several paychecks. I am cooking every meal, perusing ingredients to make your own laundry detergent, consulting HillbillyHousewife.com for frugal ideas. I still have want issues, but I'm happy. I love my jobs. I am learning so much about flora and now busy with classical composers and Latin dirges. It's nice to be able to sing, especially when you're dirt poor.
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you're just too damn pretty
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One of my LJ friends, "Lifes_Gifts" makes her own detergent because one of her sons has sensitive skin and allergies. You ought to ask her what she uses. I think she said it's cheaper too.
The only Latin choir stuff I've heard was one song on an album by The Chieftains, "Santiago". It had some really great 1 - 4 harmonic interval in it. I think the whole album was a tribute to the Galician monks who infused Spanish culture with Irish music back in the 800's AD.
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I've heard the angel sing.
I am jealous of your choir. Mine is not so good. :/
wynonna judd my naomi judd
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haha, that poor dude was probably experiencing a little cognitive dissonance from the contralto coming out of li'l you.
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oooooh, goats. GOATS!
Although yesterday I called a cute boy a goldfish brain & hurt his feelings, so maybe I should be taking notes, here.
People like you who just go out and try awesome stuff AMAZE me. Way to go with this choir business, seriously. Auditioning for it seems super-brave, and I bet you'll love it.
I wanna be your friend on last.fm, you have steered me in the right direction musically once or twice before. The dinosaur icon is me!
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SRSLY, you are surprised that you made it through the audition? SRSLY? Have you HEARD you sing??
I will skip in circles for you around my hotel room!
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Luigi!
Hope you go full time at the plant place. You can improvise tunes based on the plants' Latin binomials (though a Requiem might be pushing it;)
Great pic of the choir; is that you in the tuxedo T?
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also, b/c i like pen pals.
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you're my man
soprano envy
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good news good news good news goodnews
--mza.
two ten is kind of nice so far
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what songs did you sing at your auditions??
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