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Photojournal, February 1-14

In a recent quest to discover my awesomeness, I looked up "Nicole" on Urban Dictionary. Here are a few of my favorite entries:

Nicole (noun)
1. An individual who is described as funny, enduring, and charming.
2. A female who enjoys eating grapes and partaking in the ritual of laughter at the same time.

"Why vote for either Presidential candidate, when there is a Nicole out there much more suitable for the position?"

Mess with a Nicole, or her family, and you will regret ever being born.

"LYK OMGZZ Nicole is soooo frickin awesome!"

A nicole is a rare kind of sea anemone that can fly. Nicoles can only fly from 2:37am-3:16am. They are extremely rare and have supposively been seen around madagascar and the line islands.

Photojournaling, January 14-January 31


I like books.

On occasion, I like to see how many books I can read at the same time without becoming thoroughly confused. Right now, I'm still going strong at 5.

The list:
Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson
Glenn Gould: A Life and Variations by Otto Friedrich
Time's Arrow by Martin Amis
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling
and, for good measure, a collection of short stories.
(not to mention heaps of poetry by the delightful Seattle-based Sarah Mangold)

To be fair, I've already read Time's Arrow, and I've read the entire Harry Potter series more times than I will admit to. I still find it interesting that, when I let my mind wander, certain book events will start to mix and mingle and reach new proportions of ridiculousness. There is the obvious WWII connection between the Guterson and Amis novels, but after that things get a little more bizarre. For instance:
  • Glenn Gould loses an arm in the war and becomes a newspaper journalist.
  • Harry Potter attends the Royal Conservatory of Music and has to play offensively difficult contrapuntal exercises to pass obstacles in a giant maze.
  • The sheriff takes Carl Heine, Jr.'s body from the morgue and tosses it off the side of the Susan Marie.
  • Dr. Tod T. Friendly suddenly declares, "I can outlast the cupcake eaters." (which would actually sound something like, "Sret-ee cakepuck uhth t-sal-tou nack I.")
I make reading more adventurous.


On Time Traveling

The CliffsNotes to the CliffsNotes of The Time Traveler's Wife:

Like the Butterfly Effect, but exactly the opposite in terms of the fate vs. free will debate.


I got back from my six-week Brevard adventure this morning, which feels a little bizarre, to say the least. I can't say that I've come to any definitive conclusions about the experience, so tonight is going to be a bulleted list post.

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 "Women and cats do as they please and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea." - Robert Heinlein

I'm in this cute little coffee shop in North Carolina called Quotations, and there are quotations on the walls and on our coffee cups, and it's such a cute idea!

A lot has happened.

I get to play piano in the woods all summer, and there is music everywhere, and it's glorious!

I drove down with my dad on Thursday, and I kind of expected it to suck. We left Iowa at 5:30 AM and drove until around 10:00 PM, just stopping for a couple of meals and my frequent need to use a bathroom (I drank a lot of coffee). Then we had 2 more hours of driving Friday morning. But the drive didn't suck! It was amazing! It took about 3 hours to get through Iowa, and it was incredible how much the landscape changed just because of where the sun happened to be. I felt like Monet, painting haystacks at different times during the day, and in different seasons. Except I would have had to paint corn fields, of course. Also, Iowa isn't really that flat. Illinois (and a good chunk of Indiana) is flat. Iowa has gorgeous rolling hills!

It was even better when we got to Kentucky--the landscape slowly evolved from Flat Flat Flat, and I didn't see it coming but all of a sudden we were In The Mountains, which are of course beautiful. (It might be because I took a brief nap. Or possibly getting pummeled by a rainstorm.)

Two of my favorite parts of the drive:
1. My dad yelling "We're climbing this bitch!" somewhere in the mountains.
2. My dad bartering for our hotel room.

Clearly, my dad is awesome.

So now I'm at Brevard, and we don't exactly have a schedule yet so I don't have anything to do except practice and hang out with New Friends in coffee shops, which is actually quite nice. I tried not to pack too many distractions (aside from my computer, of course) so I can focus on music and become Awesome, and so far that's coming along nicely. The practice cabins (yes, cabins) are great (when you can find an empty one) because there are these big Cole-sized windows, so even though us pianists have to practice indoors, they still have a very nature-y feel. And even though it would be nice to be able to find a piano at any time of the day, having to scavenge for one makes me really appreciate my practice-time when I can get it.

Let's all be friends and make music together!

The Bridge Club, Part Eye-eye

So, there was food, Fruit Art, movie-going, and puzzling. You'd think this would be enough excitement for one sleepover extravaganza, but...

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The Bridge Club

The Bridge Club has three members. None of the members know how to play bridge.

I just happened to be playing for a wedding in Illinois this weekend on Bridge Club Member Sarah's birthday. I had been itching to have an adventure anyway, and it turns out that my Honorary Membership to the Bridge Club was more spectacular than I could have expected.

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Stay tuned for Part 2 of The Bridge Club Adventures!