December 21, 2007 at 3:48 AM
I failed to write in my blog for a few days, but I must say when you do not have a computer...My mom moved to another home the other day, within the same city. So, I arrived home on Friday night and then helped my mom pack up to go to another home the next day. I have moved three times in four months. As much as I would love to say that my family consists of intelligent spies or we are in some kind of witness protection program being sheltered from the likes of all evil, the boring truth is that every house we have been in for the last few years has had a major problem, that resulted in our vacating the premises.
Five years ago, my mom rented a cozy, quaint little house on the hill in the suburbs of L.A. A couple years passed, gained some friends, acheived academic and career success, lost it, gained a little bit back, and the roof to the house caves in due to faulty pipes and what not. So, we were left pretty much homeless since this unfortunate event leads to a prideful landlord and a prejudiced judge, and three black people with no money, plus one of those who was a mom who just had a 6 pound tumor removed from her stomach... I spent my whole senior year of highschool and college, age 16, in motels, a Ford Escort, and many buses...
Anyways, every house since then has had a similiar problem, even one of the motels we stayed in, we had to vacate because the septic tank crashed. And these are major water problems!!! I do not believe in curses, but my goodness. So, my mom gets to New York and the first house she arrives to is in horrible condition, mold everywhere, the carpets smell like cat urine and whatnot, so on and so forth...
So, she goes to another house, but not knowing much about SNOW and COLD, she chooses a house with bad insulation and, oh yeah, MOLD everywhere...
So, now we are in this new home which is simple, small, no mold, and great heat...
That is a really long story made short. I am going to publish a book of essays called, "Rottweilers and Violins" possibly next year, so be on the lookout... It goes through all of what I just said above in greater detail and in more of a proper story, englishy major form...
So far, everything is lovely. The house is way more cheap than if we were in California, which makes my mom happy. My violin sounds great in my new bedroom. Oh my gosh! My bedroom is the perfect writing room. It reminds me of a room Emily Dickinson, the Bronte sisters, or Helen Keller would have written in. It has a cute little bed with a small writing desk,accompanied with a old style wooden chair and a desk lamp. I have a old victorian style dresser and mini dresser. My window provides a beautiful view of a snow-covered field of maple trees and small homes.
So, now on to business:
Practice is irritating and great at the same time. 80% great, 20% annoying.
I am still having trouble with my stupid bow speed and I listened to a recording of myself which enlightened me to the fact that my playing is not connected. I mean the notes do not connect. You can hear every note distinctly with a slight pause in between each. Also, when I have big shifts I pause more noticeably and therefore the music seems stunted. When I finally place my finger on the note after the long pause which gives me an accurate shift, I excitedly pull the bow too fast causing two problems: a scatchy martele start and a fast then slow bow speed resulting in a nasty swell...
I hate it; I hate it; I hate it! Otherwise, everything is all good.
Thanks Albert. God has given me that outlook. Right now, everything is good! I like the fact that my life is never a dull moment.
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