Saturday, March 5, 2016

Sick =P

I was last sick the day after Thanksgiving in 2011.  (I remember, because I initially thought it was the effects of having eaten 7 pounds of food....but actually, I had the flu.)

Much like everything else I do, when I get sick, I go all in.  I have a 104+ temperature (though I've never hit 105 because...death) and I'm usually down for at least 5 days.

Having said that, when teaching, I usually still went to school in this condition.  Why?  Because nobody wants to be a substitute for someone who has 500 students and has to commute between schools and hit 5 grade levels.

Well, this week, I got sick.  In fact, I got sick somewhere between 9:00 - 10:00PM on Monday, at rehearsal.  We had break, I was fine.  By the end, I felt sick.  I immediately took Cold Eeze because THAT STUFF WILL SAVE YOU.  Seriously.  I've tried it all (mostly during my teaching years).  Airborne doesn't help, vitamin C, none of it.  I'm telling you right now, COLD EEZE.  Immediately.

Despite that, I woke up on Tuesday and went, "Oh man, I feel awful."  I had a temperature a little over 100, which is still relatively low for me.  "I can do it, I can go to work.  I can go to work even though I feel awful."  I spent so many years just rallying and forcing my body to deal that that was my automatic response.

I then stopped and went, "Wait...I don't have to go to work.  In fact, I don't even have to work....after I do releases."  It was mind blowing.  I was sick...and...I could just stay home and rest??

Whaaaa????

Sometimes, I am so grateful for small things that it is actually sad.

Friday, January 1, 2016

2016 Update!


Thank goodness, 2016.  

Here is what I have been up to since last updating.

1.) I played with the Trans Siberian Orchestra.  It rained ash on me.  I smelled a little BBQ-y afterward.

2.) After stalking it for months, I bought a new cello case!  (The last one was bought in 2000?)  It's 6.4 pounds and bright orange.  I waited until the Cyber Monday sale and then bought it from Guitar Center.  


3.) I dyed my hair blue.  Well.  In phases.  It has now been bleached multiple times and I have an ombre black to blue happening.  In the sun, it's glorious.  Inside my office you can't tell my hair is blue at all and the whole thing still looks black.  It's really funny to be with someone and go FROM indoors to outdoors and have them go, "Wait...your hair is blue!"


4.) I found childhood pictures of me.  I was adorable.

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 something....you 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!

"Yup."

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 know....like 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 fire....you 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 mean...how 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!