| But here we go.
http://thedeliciouslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/17th-street-cafe-santa-monica-how-girls.html
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| It's been awhile (read: a long time) since I posted.
Though a part of that has to do with the basic fact that I don't know what to post anymore.
On the other hand, I do enjoy other people's posts.
Maybe I'm just a special kind of blogger. Sort of like a blogasite (parasite).
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| a bit random, but note to self:
if have a future post-graduation, get this for self:
1. new laptop
2. trip to Taiwan/Japan/Asia
3. 3 week vacation to some isolated place where I can do nothing but read, play cello, write, and do whatever I want.
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| Wow, okay...
This new feel thing is kind of interesting...
but I guess that's what happens when I haven't touched this thing in awhile...
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| To say the least...
I went home for Thanksgiving (well, for Thursday afternoon till Friday night), and even though things hadn't changed much, I felt that things were different.
The fact that I could not play the first part of Haydn's Concerto in C anymore pretty much made it clear. Though my fingers knew where to go, my mind was not catching up. At some point, I ran over the same trouble spots I used to have, and this time, I knew they were there (probably because of my teacher's incessant reminders that those were spots I needed to go over). There were pitch issues all over the place, and the fact that I had been doing a cappella for the past two years did not help at all. That is, if you saw my face half the time, you would be wondering why I enjoyed playing the cello (I tend to wince if something sounds wrong or bad now...I think it's a habit I picked up in college...).
So after about an hour of working on two pages of the Concerto, I stopped practicing, in part because I needed to get back to my Stats quiz (which was horrendously long), but also because my fingers hurt. That is, my left hand felt raw. My thumb had embedded lines where I pressed down on the strings for thumb position, and my fingers had similar lines running through them. There was pain. But it was good. It reminded me of the days when I actually knew how to play.
But it wasn't just cello. I guess I had become so used to being in lab everyday during the holidays that when I woke up on Friday, the first thought that hit me was "I wonder if I should go in today before heading back to the dorm." Clearly, there were things to be done in lab that didn't necessarily have to be done on Friday, but there was no reason why they should be done. Every so often during the day, my mind would wander to my inbox, hoping for an email from my professors, so that I could at least get an update on the project. Maybe that's why I didn't get as much done as I wanted. For some reason, when I got back to the dorm, sitting at my desk and listening to music put me in this odd homework mode that I was able to finish my physics problem set. Let's see if this works for Immunology...
So basically, I've changed. I'm going to become a lab rat, and my best friend will be a test tube (or maybe a FACS tube, for those of you that are biologically inclined). Go me.
But that's enough of the introspection. Here's the fun part of Thanksgiving: Puzzle Fighter.
I love that game. I played the XBox360 version (which is Puzzle Fighter II HD) with new graphics on Thursday, and it was amazing. I suddenly remembered why I liked playing it. And that made me go hunt for it. Which then made me sad because it turns out that the HD version (which has better graphics and stuff) is not available for PC. But seriously, if you have never played Puzzle Fighter, you should. It's like Tetris, except with mini-Street Fighter characters and 4 colors =).
So, in conclusion. Go play Puzzle Fighter. And listen to Haydn's Concert in C. All of it. If you can, Jacqueline du Pre does a beautiful rendition of it, as does
Mstislav Rostropovich, though I think I prefer du Pre.
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