It's been raining lightly for over a day now. Rain can be nice, and can make a person feel rather poetic. But I didn't feel poetic as I walked on the sidewalks around midnight this morning, and then again around 4, and had to walk in funny hop-scotch-ish patterns to avoid stepping on huge, nasty worms. If they have a snowshoveling crew that comes out when it snows, why can't they have a wormshoveling crew to come out when it rains?

Last night I played as part of a string quartet for a performance of Bach's Cantata No. 80, Vaughan-Williams' "On Wenlock Edge," and Vaughan-Williams Five Mystical Songs. It was fun! :)



This afternoon is our chamber music concert. I'm playing a Beethoven sonata with Jen, and The Soldier's Tale by Stravinsky with all of us Stravinsky peeps. :) So now I just have to get through one more performance this weekend and then I can start studying for my psychology exam tomorrow.

I hate the violin.

I'm bad at everything I try to do.

I miss my family so much.

I wish I could go home for Easter.

Wondrous Strange: The Life and Art of Glenn Gould



"One does not play the piano with one's fingers; one plays the piano with one's mind."