What’s on TV tonight: piece of hardwood, behind it a stick of kindling, on top of which crumpled newspaper, 6-egg egg carton, kindling (soft and hardwood), another larger piece of hardwood, and more crumpled newspaper (to flare up and get the draft going at first).
Gamma: [Currently fascinated by anything in print] What’s this say?
Miguel: “Holiday revelers splash in an uncertain New Year with war and economic collapse on the horizon.” [article illustrated with picture of people frolicking on a beach]
Gamma: And this?
Miguel: “North Korea exploits South Korean anti-Americanism to undermine opposition to nuclear program.”
Gamma: Okay.
Rowing workout went better last night.
I have achieved my cello goals – I can play a couple songs, and I can sort of hear notes, and I have a greater appreciation of the instrument. Alas, I don’t want to quit. In fact, I’d like to learn bass as well. Stay away from the cello kids, it’s a steppingstone to harder instruments.
Careful. I think Chet Baker started out on a kazoo. It wasn’t the drugs that got him, it was the trumpet.
I don’t think bass is a lot harder than cello… in fact, I am much more pathetic trying to play a cello than I am a bass. Besides, at least it’s the right clef and all that. I spent a couple years playing viola in high school, which has it’s own, “special” clef that no other instruments use. Good times.