Life needs change.

CHANGE #20051113
although i didn’t get to go to an artsy high school and take classes amongst like-minded students like stephie did, i do miss being in a creatively nurturing environment… wait, i just saw wayne’s new ‘do… he looks YOUNGER if that’s possible…

anyhow, yes, so as i was saying, i’m hoping that my studio job will allow creativity to be nurtured. so sad how ‘the arts’ is not a marketable thing to study in university as say… accounting, or forensic sciences. people see it as a fringe benefit, a bird course, a purely subjective topic. well it can and can’t be. i know i didn’t get my MA in art history to get a job out of it, i had hoped it would facilitate getting my lil foot in the door in the artsy job market, and it hasn’t yet, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that i’m going to turn my back on the arts. as much as i’ve lamented this fact, and as much as i call myself unemployed, i think i’d rather be in my place then pushing papers in an office with no windows. starving artist syndrome? i hope not.

i’m hungry! i was craving carrot cake yesterday so aruny tolerated my stupidity and we went to 2 different harbucks to no avail. and den we wandered into the chapters at john/richmond and lo and behold there it was. but i had already eaten something else as a lame consolation. ok it wasn’t THAT bad, but carrot cake woulda been better. anyhow, i just ate dinner a while ago and i’m hungry. stupid belly have i! and i’m not even working out so there’s no reason why i should be hungry when i’m sedate. today was the hh meeting somewhere and since i was working i just told them that i’m coming back as a paddler next season and never as a drummer.

i went to the remembrance day ceremony at old city hall on friday. my it was COLD! and i took pix, but they all turned out pretty terrible because i’m short and there’s only so far that my arm can reach above the crowd. there were several school groups. they closed off queen/bay intersection and well, i didn’t really want to go because the mayor would be speaking and i don’t like him muches, but i decided to go anyway. i think i prefer u of t’s more. the setting is much prettier and heyyyy… they said that there’d be a choir at the one i was at and there was just the usual military band… and well the ‘last post’ and ‘reveille’ weren’t played so well. i understand that it’s hard to play a brass instrument in the cold, but well… so many wreaths were being laid down. and then i remember reading somewhere that first nations people weren’t allowed to participate in remembrance day ceremonies until quite recently.

as much as people make fun of me for going on band trips whilst i was in high school i got to go to europe on 3 occasions. and one of them we were invited to holland for the 50^th anniversary of the liberation. that was already 10 years ago. i still keep in touch with my billet once in a while. i have to finish writing my letter to her. she’s in costa rica right now teaching scuba diving. cool eh?

right, back on track. i remember participating in military tattoos and meeting so many veterans. we were able to go to the ceremony in arnhem and it was breathtaking. as immature as we were and as noisy and obnoxious we all must have seemend, i think the ceremony resonated with all of us. and in the end there were planes that flew overhead and dropped poppies over all the gravesites. so yeah, ‘amazing grace’ on a bagpipe can be a tear-jerker.

incidentally, i ate the BEST smoked salmon EVER in holland. it was melt in your mouth good AND it was hospital food. ok. so how DO you feed about 40 tourists in one place… i don’t remember the events of the day… unless i pull out my journal i kept… anyhow, we ate at a hospital. and i remember other people being a little off-put at the thought of eating not quite cooked but not quite raw salmon. i was in heaven. holland was an awesome ‘food’ trip that i can recall. i had a soft-serve ice cream, half strawberry and half vanilla and it was dipped in chocolate. mmmmmmMMMMMMmmmm. yes, i’m writing about food right now because i’m hungry. leave me alone. a lot of what’s left of my memory has to do with food. like i remember the very first dinner i had in japan when i went.

yes, so the sentimentality of what i had just written previously was totally killed by my reminiscences of food, but i never said i was a writer did i?

http://www.oriononline.org/pages/om/05-6om/Dowie.html some interesting food for thought. it’s a long one so grabba cuppa!

rachmaninov is awesome.

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#1  14 November 2005 - 15:44

 

one remembrance day we sang Bogoroditse Devo from Rachmaninov's Vespers. I think he wrote it at the end of WW2 and the first time they performed it was in this burned out church but it was still filled to capacity.

anyway, every year we used to sing at the government building across the street and all these very old men would come in their uniforms and stand up at attention the whole time, even though they must have been tired. we used to throw a lullaby or east coast ballad in every year for balance, and they would always cry and thank us afterwards.

things like that hit home.

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