I feel fortunate and thoughtful. Fortunate because I’m currently at an event for work—in a gorgeous setting—surrounded by brilliant, thoughtful, caring, fun educators—and I’m learning. Thoughtful because, well, I’m learning, and I’m trying to parse through what I’m hearing in conversations around the room and online, and think about how it applies to my work.
“You must not really think of reaching an audience. You must think first to express yourself.”
I can’t say that the music of Boulez has changed my life in any significant way. I studied some of his stuff in college as a music major, and I’m sure most people don’t really care for his style, yet any time an influential figure dies it only seems right to pay some sort of tribute. If you have a few minutes, this piece by NPR should get you up to speed on one of the true greats of our time.
It’s easy to want to look back and recount the year. How much quality time did I spend with my family or how many projects at work were completed or how many miles did I run? Who did I see and what did we do? And it’s almost as easy to imagine what the next year will hold for me. But why? What amount of remembering or fortune telling changes how I am doing right now?
When I was younger, growing up in the South Bay Area/Silicon Valley, my mom always had KDFC on, a local classical station. In the car or at home, we loved their musical variety of popular classics from Haydn, Mozart, and Beethoven, but also lesser known works/composers, too. And around Christmas time you couldn’t beat their selection of Canadian Brass or choral selections—”new” and old—that set the tone for the holidays. I still subscribe to their newsletter and read about the winners from their latest contest, the Monte Vista High School Chamber Singers from Danville, CA. I’d say it’s pretty clear why they were the winners. Enjoy.
Actually, I went to the airport to fly to Minneapolis, but some sort of faulty hydraulics in Fresno made me late to SFO. My connecting flight was in International(!), all the way across the airport from where I landed, so I ran. In fact, my technology tells me I ran 0.71mi in roughly 5m. With a bag in human traffic, that’s not bad. I arrived at the gate breathing heavy and sweating. Plane—still there. Terminal umbilical thingy—still there. Door—locked. I was 100ft away but it might as well have been 30,000ft. I was sad. So I took a picture of the plane that left me.
I write to think…
I write to untangle my thoughts or give birth to new ones. I write to reason, question, and struggle. If I’m not writing I’m not doing my best thinking. Each word or sentence I put down brings me closer to understanding.