resolutions?
May. 7th, 2003 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanThis morning's smoothie was frozen raspberries, vanilla yogurt (regular, not frozen), apple juice, and wheat germ. It came out a bit too sour (too much yogurt) so I added a little frozen yogurt and some more raspberries and then it was okay. It still needs tinkering.
(Yes, you are going to be getting smoothie updates for a while now. Deal. :) )
The landlord came over this morning and of course the toilet did not make its horrible scary noise for him. :P He flushed it about a half-dozen times and we stood around and nothing happened. Grump. Stupid toilet. Well, I guess I'll be cautiously optimistic and hope that the problem has just fixed itself and that's the end of it. *knock wood*
I'm having serious doubts about whether I'm going to be able to actually perform in our chorus concert. It's on May 25th (the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend) which is only... *checks calendar* two and a half weeks away. It's not the music, which I know well enough and can muddle through -- I memorize quickly and am a pretty good sight-reader -- but it's the actual singing. I've been having a lot of trouble with my breathing for the last month or so of rehearsals. It's that whole reduced lung capacity thing, you know? Hell, I get out of breath just climbing a flight of stairs, so it's no wonder I can't sustain a lengthy legato phrase. Of course, part of the problem is that we rehearse sitting down. In the concert we'll be standing, and it's always easier to get lung capacity while standing, but still, I just gotta wonder. I'd hate to drop out at this late point though, since I'm one of the stronger sopranos in terms of general musical ability. (It also doesn't help that the music we're doing is particularly high in the soprano parts. I tried to get our conductor to let me try alto but he wouldn't hear of it.)
In other news, the ever-brilliant and insightful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plaidder is at it again. Now she's ruminating on Americans' perception of romance and how it applies to our perception of the Iraq war. Really interesting stuff. The core of her argument is actually something I've been saying for years, ever since I quit watching soap operas and then did some severe introspection on how they had fucked up my perception of male/female relations -- namely, that American entertainment encourages us to believe that when you meet your Twue Wuv, everything will be bliss and rainbows and flowers; you'll never fight, you'll never have relationship problems, you'll never disagree. If you do fight, it means they are the wrong person for you and you'll have to break up. Thus, from watching these shows/movies that present this concept, and from watching our parents and other adults who have already internalized that idea, we never learn how to resolve differences and work things out in calm, reasonable, mature fashion. So it becomes a self-perpetuating cycle.
But anyway,plaidder says it much more eloquently than I do, as always. So go read her post.
In conclusion, let me wish you all a Happy Be Kind To Animals Week.
(Yes, you are going to be getting smoothie updates for a while now. Deal. :) )
The landlord came over this morning and of course the toilet did not make its horrible scary noise for him. :P He flushed it about a half-dozen times and we stood around and nothing happened. Grump. Stupid toilet. Well, I guess I'll be cautiously optimistic and hope that the problem has just fixed itself and that's the end of it. *knock wood*
I'm having serious doubts about whether I'm going to be able to actually perform in our chorus concert. It's on May 25th (the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend) which is only... *checks calendar* two and a half weeks away. It's not the music, which I know well enough and can muddle through -- I memorize quickly and am a pretty good sight-reader -- but it's the actual singing. I've been having a lot of trouble with my breathing for the last month or so of rehearsals. It's that whole reduced lung capacity thing, you know? Hell, I get out of breath just climbing a flight of stairs, so it's no wonder I can't sustain a lengthy legato phrase. Of course, part of the problem is that we rehearse sitting down. In the concert we'll be standing, and it's always easier to get lung capacity while standing, but still, I just gotta wonder. I'd hate to drop out at this late point though, since I'm one of the stronger sopranos in terms of general musical ability. (It also doesn't help that the music we're doing is particularly high in the soprano parts. I tried to get our conductor to let me try alto but he wouldn't hear of it.)
In other news, the ever-brilliant and insightful
plaidder is at it again. Now she's ruminating on Americans' perception of romance and how it applies to our perception of the Iraq war. Really interesting stuff. The core of her argument is actually something I've been saying for years, ever since I quit watching soap operas and then did some severe introspection on how they had fucked up my perception of male/female relations -- namely, that American entertainment encourages us to believe that when you meet your Twue Wuv, everything will be bliss and rainbows and flowers; you'll never fight, you'll never have relationship problems, you'll never disagree. If you do fight, it means they are the wrong person for you and you'll have to break up. Thus, from watching these shows/movies that present this concept, and from watching our parents and other adults who have already internalized that idea, we never learn how to resolve differences and work things out in calm, reasonable, mature fashion. So it becomes a self-perpetuating cycle.But anyway,
plaidder says it much more eloquently than I do, as always. So go read her post.In conclusion, let me wish you all a Happy Be Kind To Animals Week.
