wordpress blues

Well, I like the layout, but it causes people to change all their links and such so I'm back.

Post from last week:

02.04.09 why love tomorrow when the sun comes out today?

It’s amazing how a day that begins so dark, dreary and drizzling [I love alliteration] can turn out to be so beautiful. Too bad that paper season confines us indoors where the light is either artificial or only streaming in through the window - which is not nearly the same as being outside in the brisk breeze.

indecision

I moved to wordpress, wasn't a huge fan, but now I'm starting to figure it out. I still don't know how to delete all the extra boxes along the side, but that will come.

So I'm staying there for a while yet.

ranging in complexities

Apparently the more syllables in your name, the more complex you are.

I have 13 in my name: Maria Angelina Beatrice Geertsema. Yep, there's definitely thirteen. No wonder I have problems writing Personal Mission Statements for Ped-100.

How complex are you? [That sounds awfully like those quizzes on Facebook, sorry.]

mice can be nice

I think I'm going to call him Cedric. He's a daring little guy. And I think he's all for the Green Team because he stole a part of my grapefruit peel which will now decompose in the garden.

I got to eat a whole grapefruit today, with the luxury of not worrying about making a mess on the floor.

for those procrastinating or looking for a brief respite from schoolwork

In truth, I have nothing of consequence to say. The stack of books beside me does not grow smaller, so I am ignoring them for the moment.

A few recommendations:
- Hamilton Art Gallery. Free for students: can it get any better? Only when there is a piano as a piece of art. And paintings by Emily Carr and Lawren Harris (member of the Group of Seven). The piano was one of the coolest things I've seen in a long time.
- Puddles. Make hay while the sun shines. Except in this case, jump into them while you have the chance.
- Empty auditoriums. Best place to play piano. I think I like it. I can even hear myself sing in there. It's amazing.
- Grapefruits. Need more be said?

And if you are looking for more time to squander: I need a name. Masculine. Old-fashioned with character.

flutes

It is only a tool.

A tool forged from

the metals of the

earth. From silver.

From gold. Fashioned

by history. Crafted

by the masters. It is a tool

that shapes mood and

culture. It enraptures.

Sometimes distracts.

Exhilarates and soothes.

Sings and weeps. Now

take up the tool

and sculpt music

from the air.

- from Muramatsu Flutes

sacrifices

Either I need to go to bed on time or get a new alarm clock.

introductions 101

Lesson one: meet many people while attempting to remember their names.

Yup. What else can I say?

hidden treasure

Background information: Last semester I took money out of the bank with which to buy second-hand textbooks. Didn't find any, but that's besides the point. Anyway, I placed it somewhere, couldn't find it a month later and assumed it had gotten thrown out with the trash.

Last night I removed the box of Puffs tissues from my dresser drawer. Lo and behold, The envelope of money was hidden beneath it. This cold has been a blessing in disguise.

That was yesterday. Today, I'd like to be back to my 'normal' self, minus the cold and shivers.