Saturday, June 25, 2005

Music in the House

One of the pluses of being a musician (in my case a composer) is living in a constant environment of music. It’s everywhere, even when the stereo is turned off. In fact, I don’t play CDs as often as some people think, and that’s because music is in my head 24/7.

Throughout the day I’m constantly turning musical phrases over this way and that in my mind, even when I don’t mean to, playing with harmonies and contrapuntal lines, as well as the voices, or “colors,” of the individual instruments, or human voices. I think it could drive some people mad, but as a composer I’d go mad if my daily life wasn’t full of this. However, everything changes when Nettl begins working on a piece at the piano.

Then the buzz in my head fades and both my conscious and subconscious attention is drawn to what she’s doing. I don’t think even she knows what a respite this creates for me. As she works on the Mozart K.505, my mind creates the entire piece for me the orchestration, the piano obbligato the entire score. It’s like living in a concert hall. What a delightful accompaniment to my Saturday blogging!

Tonight we’re going to Ville and Beau’s house to play board games. Meantime, I have some work for Rhombus to get done and emailed.

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Happy Weirds Day

A few years ago the kids started celebrating my role in their life on Fathers Day because (due to my gender androgyny) Mothers Day didn’t quite fit our situation. Of course, qualifying for what the Native Americans call Two Spirited, Fathers Day didn’t exactly fit either. Their solution? It’s Weirds Day! I love that. When you’re a person like me you have to have a healthy sense of humor. Anyway, the kids are in Wichita with their dad, so Nettl got up early this morning and got me a Weirds Day present from her and the kids: a fully-fitted aquarium and some fish.

This fish thing went exactly as I predicted last month when I bought a regular gold fish (Abercrombie), a calico gold fish (Fitch) and an Algae-Eater a Plecosaurus, or something like that (Algernon) for the patio fountain. We were happy with those three, but then I went out and got four Neon Tetras. Bad idea. Fitch, who we now call Caligula, had a feeding frenzy after we went to bed that night, leaving only one (not really a Neon at all, but an Albino Tetra) the only living survivor. I moved him indoors into a fishbowl and named him Claudius. It was at that time that I told Nettl, “I know what’s going to happen. We’ll have an aquarium within the month. Wait and see. I’ve done this before.” Sure enough, Claudius looked really lonely, so I bought three more Neons and kept them all in bowl on top of the piano.

Fishbowls are a lot of work. You have to change the water every day. I moved Algernon to the bowl, but it didn’t really help. Thus, this morning we have an aquarium, another Pleco who we named Hoover, and five more Neons. We now have a total of 13 fish. Now I want some Ghost Shrimp and a couple of water snails. Nettl wants to get two Black Moors. This is exactly how it works.

Thursday, June 9, 2005

It's Ville's Birthday!

Wow, are you getting old! I was probably smoking pot on the very day you were born. That’s how old you are! Think about that. I remember when we first met and I came to your 20th birthday party. In fact, I remember it like it was only a couple of years ago. Actually, I’m kidding about you getting old, because no matter how old you get I’ll always be 16 years older than you. And I have a birthday coming up in September. All kidding aside, I love you, Ville. It’s funny how we relate to each other as if you’re my older sister and I’m your little brother. We have a real history behind us. Unfortunately, we’ve kept journals so our antecedents will find out exactly what that history is! At least we won’t be here to live that down or up.

I know we’re celebrating your birthday on Saturday, but I just wanted to let the blogosphere know how much I love you and how happy I am that we met. The gift you gave me? You taught me that it’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
And now, for my readers, a classic Ville quote (in other words, you would have had to be there to understand it):

“How would you like to be walking around with your teeth taped to your ankle?”

Saturday, June 4, 2005

Rare Maladies

I thought I should alert my readers to some newly discovered ailments.


SNS (Spinning Nose Syndrome):
Causes: After fifteen years of dedicated research, medical experts are still unable to pinpoint the cause of SNS. This disease first made itself known in southern California around 1989 and attacked mostly Caucasian females over the age of twenty-five. Genetics have been ruled out as it appears in circles of friends rather than in families. Up until 2000 it was believed to be passed via air-born bacteria, but that conclusion was refuted by Dr. Josef Körnhöler von München, who noted in his article in the International Journal of Curious Diseases that the syndrome never leaves a circle of friends once it has infiltrated it. Unfortunately, funding ran out in 2002, thus no further research or testing is being conducted.
Symptoms: The earliest signs of SNS will probably go unnoticed. After about three weeks the patient will probably think his or her nose is a somewhat crooked. Within six months, a patient usually seeks the counsel of a cosmetic surgeon for a rhinoplasty procedure. This merely buys the patient a little time, however. Within a year they will begin to see the crookedness reappear. Left untreated, the rotation of the nose will gradually accelerate until, after a period of about one year, it will spin at about 78 rpm, usually in a clockwise direction (there is some indication that the noses of patients in the southern hemisphere rotate in a counter-clockwise direction). In its most severe state, SNS seizures can occur anywhere from several times a day to only once a month and can last from one to two minutes to a full thirty minutes. They are almost always preceded by a tickling sensation inside the nasal cavity, and watery eyes.
Treatment: Due to lack of funding for further research, there is no known treatment for SNS. Many patients simply carry a handkerchief with them and pretend to be sneezing.


DFD (Disappearing Face Disease):

Causes: Like SDS, DFD, too, has no known cause. However, scientists have had better luck in receiving research grants. As a result, studies are being conducted as of this writing. In most cases, DFD appears in individuals who live alone, or are in unhappy relationships. When it appears it is sudden and has no warning signs.
Symptoms: Often, the patient will only discover he or she has DFD if they are looking into a mirror, or are with another person. The face disappears via a fading out effect and returns to normal within seconds. In most cases these episodes occur about once a day. Although an episode seems to be perfectly harmless it can be discomforting to those who witness it. No patient has ever described any physical discomfort, although most describe a daydream-like sensation during which they lose awareness of things going on around them.
Treatment: Short of wearing a mask, there is no known treatment.

PLD (Perpetual Laughter Disorder):

Causes: PLD is usually a result of sustained hilarity. Most cases begin while two or more people are together enjoying private jokes. However, a few cases have been documented as the result of viewing comedy television programs or movies.
Symptoms: PLD is diagnosed when at least 7 of the following symptoms are present (without let-up) for longer than one hour:
  • Constricted breathing or gasping
  • Silent laughter (no sound can be emitted)
  • Weeping eyes
  • Acute pain in side
  • Inability to walk
  • Incontinence
  • Flatulence
  • Coughing
  • Spasms of the upper extremities
  • Flushed coloring of the face
  • Inability to stand erect
Treatment: The only known treatment is to remove the patient from the stimulus. Often, complete isolation is necessary accompanied by hydrotherapy and moderate doses of a prescribed sedative.

Wednesday, June 1, 2005

Now I've Seen Everything. Literally

You’ve got to be freaking kidding me. No. People don’t really do this, do they? I saw it on telly, so someone’s doing it. I saw a good looking young woman walk into a doctor’s examination room, hop up on the table on her knees and elbows, butt-ass naked, stick her backside up into the air and allow the doctor to first wax her anal area, then bleach it. The pain factor is a moot point, because there appeared to be no pain whatsoever. In fact, the girl described the entire process as “soothing.” Ok. But my real question is… WHY, for the love of God, WHY!!?? Have we as a civilization gotten so vain that we need to bleach our @$$holes? Couldn’t that money be better spent? And what in hell would Freud have to say about it?

(Wagging my head in utter disbelief.)