Friday, November 27, 2015

Classic Mom

Leftover rolls sounded like a good life decision, this morning.

I popped two into the toaster oven, selected "bake" and then realized that my parents' toaster oven doesn't let you just bake need to specify the amount of time.  I set the time to 15 minutes, knowing it would take less, and my mom exclaimed, "15 minutes?!"

"I'll stop it before then, but I don't want to set it for 5 minutes and then have to reset everything when it's not long enough."

"Are you sure you want 15 minutes?" asked my mom, which is her way of saying 15 minutes is too long!


After 1 minute, "Don't you want to check on your rolls?"  This is her way of saying you should check o the rolls.  My mom is very passive aggressive that way.

"Nope."  I am more direct.  :)

After a few more minutes, "Do you want me to check on the rolls for you?" she asks.

"Nope, it's fine."

A few more minutes go by.

She goes to the toaster oven and exclaims, "The rolls are burning!!!"  Now, you have to understand, she said "the rolls are burning" but it was exclaimed with the same panic that one might exclaim, "Your baby is on fire!"

"Do you want me to turn off the toaster oven?!"

"Nope," I say.  I was very doubtful that anything was horrifically burning, considering it didn't smell like it was burning.

"Should I put it on warm?" she asks.

"Nah, it's okay."  I was slicing some apples and wanted to finish it.

"I'm going to put it on warm," she fusses.

I finish up my apples, and walk over to the toaster oven.  My rolls are nice and golden brown - toasty on the outside and warm and fluffy on the inside.  You a roll.

"Are they too burned to eat?" asks my mother.

I start to wonder if she has sustained some kind of head injury.

"No...they're good."

Man, what is it like to lead a life where you get that stressed out over dinner rolls?  They weren't even hand made dinner rolls...they were bought in a 12 pack from the store.  It'll be okay.  Even if they caught on could probably have still eaten the bottom.

When dinner came around, I left my room and walked to the kitchen.

"It smells like burning," I announce.

"I burned the rolls," says my mom.

Because I'm the nicest person in the world, I say nothing.  I didn't even laugh at her.  Well, I mean, I laughed on the inside.  I'm not dead inside.

In a nutshell, that is my mom.  ^_^

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Forget / F**k You! (a onenaoko interpretation of Cee Lo's song)

I was listening to this song a while back, not paying it much attention, when it got to the bridge and the dope bass line really stuck out.  "Whoa!....I'm putting this on the list."  It seemed like a fun lighthearted video to do, and who hasn't wanted to tell somebody, at some point, "f**k you!"

Or at the very least, "I don't like you.  You need to go over there now."

My favorite part, aside from the bass line, is the "ooh ooh ooh!"s that come after Cee Lo sings.  I'm not sure why they seem so funny to me.  I like the idea of someone angrily saying "f**k you!" to someone, and backup singers appearing to go "ooh ooh ooh!"

In other news, my last day of working two jobs was yesterday.

I'm relieved.  It hasn't really hit me yet.  I think it probably will during the week, when I come home and don't have to work another 2-4 hours.  I also am glad I don't have to spend 10-16 hours working on the weekend anymore :)

While everyone always says, "I don't know how you do it," with the whole 70-75 hours a week (ish), people don't quite grasp just HOW much time I spent working when I was a teacher.  70 hours minimum was my work week.  I was honestly probably closer to 80.  My "me time" was me going to the grocery store.  I do not recommend this type of lifestyle, actually.  But in comparison, working 70ish hours doing very different worked seem fairly easy and doable.

I now ask myself: what am I going to do with all my time??

Sleep.  I hope the answer is sleep.  And maybe I'll start watching tv again.  And practicing more.  And making more videos.  And I'd like to learn how to skateboard.

I'm sure I'll think of something :)

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Producing a song

It has been a busy week.

Fun, but busy.

At work, we are producing a song, for all intensive purposes.  We took a song, spruced it up a bit, took it from a piano background to piano, drums, bass, ukulele, and cello (this is why I'm involved), recorded it, mastered it, and shot a music video for it.

Yeah, my job is super cool.

Monday, October 5, 2015

The Worst Song

I try to be relatively positive in life.

I consider myself an optimist.

I find joy in small things.

However, I'm sad to say that I have discovered the worst song.  I THOUGHT it was "Party Hard" by Andrew W.K. (it's really really bad).  I've come across a lot of forgettable songs in my line of work.  I've come across some gross ones.  I've come across songs that other people may like but I find very blah (What Do You Mean by Justin Bieber would fall under that category).  I have discovered both the music of and my dislike for Calvin Harris.  I many times can you do a 16 bar build up of nothing with the same syncopated rhythm that just drops into...the same thing.

Having said this, THIS song is worse.

So so much worse.

Are you ready?

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Back to Orchestra

I joined an orchestra.

It's just a local community orchestra, but it's said to be the best in SF, so that's nice.  I had to actually audition to get in, which is reassuring.

I haven't been a regular member of an orchestra since graduating college - it's something I miss.  I love being part of a group and being surrounded by sound.

Monday was the first rehearsal, and just getting there was stressful.  It involved having to get my car jumped by AAA (the guy rolled my car out into the middle of the street), and then driving into the sun with a very dirty windshield, and then spending 40 minutes looking for parking.  And then parking super far away and using my phone's GPS to get me to the rehearsal room.  Gross.

BUT I made it!

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Holberg Suite - Air (onenaoko)

Holberg Suite!

Every string player eventually plays this piece.  I have definitely forced more than one former class to play the Prelude (I have these vague memories of talking about galloping and coconuts.  Props to you if you get that references).

This is the Air, which is the slow and very pretty movement.

A student once said to me, "I wish my bow was this long" and spread his arms out as far as they would go.  Yeah, that's basically how I feel about this piece.  I wish my bow was ridiculously long so I could sustain a note FOREVER.  In lieu of that, I opted for a lot of staggered bowing.

I doubled up on the parts for two real reasons:
1.) Most of the parts had divisi parts
2.) I thought 10 mimicked a chamber group better than 5, and created a fuller sound

On another note, I'm looking for new video editing software that can handle multi-track videos.  My software is nice but....once all the parts are in, the video gets super choppy and I can't properly align everything toward the end.  I have both a PC and Mac, so if you have any recommendations, I'd love to hear them!

Okay.  Here it is:

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

My First Racial Slur

Today, someone emailed me back, after I tried to help with a problem, and said merely that I was dumb and was writing from a third world country.

I had two reactions:
1.) Eugh, just because you haven't seen my name before doesn't mean I'm writing from not-America
2.) Uh...Japan is not a third world country.

And also, this person did not write anything else in their response to me.  Not exactly giving me a lot to go on to help you out...

I wrote back asking if she had tried any of my suggestions, and what the results were.

She wrote back, saying she was from America and she knew I was writing from a third world country.  And then called me "chingy".

I gasped out loud and went, "Oh.  My.  God."

And then I laughed.