I am a professional musician. What is wrong with this picture?
10:51 p.m.
1. Total amount of music files on your computer.
I haven�t the foggiest. There is lots of music downloaded onto both computers, but none of it is mine!
2. The last CD you bought.
I last purchased a whole raft of King Crimson CDs on half.com for my husband for Brumalia.
3. The last song you listened to before reading this message.
The last song I listened to was not a song at all, but my husband composing at the other end of the attic. (I continue to hear him as I type this.)
4. Name five songs you listen to often or that mean a lot to you.
This is the hardest part. I do not regularly listen to �songs�. Nor do I even listen to recorded music �often�. There are songs that are meaningful to me, but at this moment I am unable to think what they are.
5. What three people will you pass this shtick onto?
None, I�m afraid. Since I don�t listen to music �for fun�, I have no idea what other people listen to, and frankly, I don�t really care. I�m sorry harri3tspy. I have failed miserably!
I went to see the sports medicine doctor this morning about my shoulder. You know, the shoulder that I originally saw my family doctor about 10 or so years ago and was told, �It�ll get better on its own!�; the shoulder that I spent months trying to cure with physiotherapy and then with osteopathy, and is now causing me real pain in my upper arm. From her examination, the doctor today determined that it is still tendonitis, but two different muscles are implicated and she wants me to embark on a course of physiotherapy to get the inflammation down and strengthen the offending muscle groups. If that doesn�t work, we will have to resort to hydrocortisone application (either through injections or patches). Bummer. In the meantime, I�m supposed to ice it three times a day. As it is, I experience pain whenever I pick up something heavy, hold my arms aloft during belly dancing class, gesticulate as I teach singing, or reach across my body to scratch an itch. This is my right arm and I am right handed. Let�s hope that this works.
Yesterday I met a prospective student from Washington, D.C. with her parents who was shopping for universities. They had already checked out McGill on Friday and decided they didn�t like it. This girl�s father is Qu�becois, her mother is French, and she was born in the U.S. This unique combination of parentage qualifies her for the low tuition fee payable by students coming from francophone countries. Otherwise she would pay (what would be for us) an exorbitant out-of-country tuition, which is still cheaper than anything she could afford in the U.S.
She wants to be a voice major. Luckily we met in the lobby, and I was able to nab different students as they wandered in and out, getting them to laud the praises of this wonderful institution. My baritone, when asked what he liked best about the place, said that it was small enough that he knew everyone by name, called his professors by their first names and had even been to their houses for parties. She wouldn�t be coming for another year and a half, but I think she�s sold.
I got 47/50 on my Latin test on the passive. Not bad. Today we embarked on third-person pronouns and adjectives. I wish my brain weren�t so old and full of useless trivia. I need the space to store all this new knowledge.
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