Wednesday, March 26, 2003

Having a day off has been nice. Not really that different from a weekend, I guess, but maybe I just notice it more when it's a Wednesday. I played a lot of piano this morning. Finally. I've hardly played at all for the last two weeks or so, which is sad. I read through a few relatively-easy looking Chopin mazurkas that I've been listening to a lot recently. Neat pieces. I think that, overall, I like them better than the waltzes. I should look through all my sheet music again to find more stuff to use for reading practice. Actually, what I really should do is start taking lessons again sometime. I'll get around to that eventually.

The other rather obvious thing I've been doing today is reading. I finished Ulysses a few days ago. That was quite a trip, but it was fun in a strange sort of way. I need a Joyce-break for a while before I tackle Finnegan's Wake, though. That stuff is hard on the brain. So I'm reading Moby Dick, which is quite a change of pace. For one thing, I'm going from one enormous book all about a single day, to a three-year whaling voyage. I feel like my brain is stretching out after being crowded into a little corner for a long time. Anyway, I've never read Moby Dick before, but I'd thought of it when we went whale watching a couple weeks ago. And I thought it would be nice to have a good adventure story after following the streams of consciousness of people going to pubs and funerals and whatnot. So that's been pretty fun so far.

Hmm. I guess a life of piano and books doesn't make for the most exciting blog postings. Sorry. I also got inspired to do some much-needed spring cleaning today, but that's hardly any better. Oh well. Tonight I'm going to the library, so I should find out exactly what's up with the job there. That's all the excitement from here for now.

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