I'm learning to play Für Elise, the song I crudely taught myself to convince myself to take lessons in the first place. Only now I'm playing both parts, using both hands, and reading it. Full circle, yo.
More Murphy Hall nonsense later this week.
I'm going to try selling some photos through here, exploring my options and trying to make things, y'know, actually desirable. This is a bit frightening as it may confirm my deepest, worst fears. Or, it may work and I can actually pay my rent in a timely fashion thanks to the art-loving public. More on that next week.
I've been doing some smoking math lately, which has been an entirely different brand of frightening than the whole nest of tumors, iron lung side of things. If I quit for just 5 months, I could afford a G5 iMac. That said, I quit smoking (again) tomorrow. It occurs to me nothing is more boring than someone talking about quitting smoking, so I'll keep mum on the subject, which helps avoid the ensuing embarrassment when I slip like the weak little man I am.
Have you seen the ITT commercial with the guy with the fruity ponytail who talks about wanting to be a poet, except that when he majored in English, he found out he was scared about the prospects and decided that becoming an IT specialist was the closest amalgalm to being a poet he could find in the corporate world and that he loves riding his boat and flouncing his ponytail and that now his poetry is even more personal? I don't have a point, just wondering.
Jack and Rexella Van Impe are the greatest newscasters ever, with the make-up-less Elvira reading headlines and her shellacked husband firing off biblical scriptures that reference it. Sometimes he goes off on these tangents, hands all waving in the air and grinning like mad while his crazy-eyed wife looks on with her fake smile, stopping to ask "Do you ever wonder what the trumpet of god would sound like?"
I'm clearly out of ideas.
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