I’m wearing horns today.

It’s reminding me how conservative this school is – sort of a “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas (New Orleans) anymore” moment. I left off the latex body paint – for now anyway. I created a Zombie Apocalypse playlist on Grooveshark, so that’s accompanying my horns quite well as I sit here in the library procrastinating and prepping for a seminar this afternoon.

This past week or so has been kind of a hot mess.  I haven’t been feeling well, which has resulted in a lack of productivity, procrastination, and all of the consequences that go with it.  My partner is off recruiting all next week – Boston Center for the Arts, somewhere in Philly, somewhere in D.C, Juilliard, and up in Rochester at Eastman. Just prior to her leaving, I always get in kind of a tizzy. Being from the Northeast myself, I also get a tinge of jealousy that she gets to go ‘home’ so often. I’m fortunate if I get there once a year. All part of the package, I suppose.

Classes have been going very well. I was prepared for them all this week, and they’ve become a refreshing sort of stability. There’s one in particular where I feel like I have to walk in so prepared that I feel armed. When I accomplish this, it feels great. When I don’t, I walk in feeling vulnerable – like I should be hiding behind a bunker.  The good thing is this feeling has only happened once, and I definitely learned from it.

I can’t believe how fast this semester has been flying by. My main professor is leaving for a couple weeks to present at conferences. When he returns, we have two weeks left.  Also, our Gamelan performance is this coming Tuesday. I feel very prepared for this show – my first time performing on gangsa and jegogan, the latter of which is much, much easier.  We’ve turned The Kinks’ “You Really Got Me” into a Beleganjur tune – the most interesting aspect of that is balancing the traditional with the non.

My thoughts are broken up into themes based on paper topics and readings. Meanwhile, different concepts keep playing pong in there, ricocheting off walls (more like stockades): reflexive ethnomusicological writing, compiling my own reference tools, how to make a documentary, the need for a new digital camera and having no idea what to buy, choosing ensembles for next semester, and musical gender norms.  I have about 100 one or two sentence word document files saved in a ‘random’ folder on my desktop. They all have project ideas or questions I want to answer. I have to be careful not to get so caught up in the ideas and start working on some of them.

Travel plans are becoming solid. We had decided to go on a cruise that included Rome, Palermo, Malta, Tunisia, Barcelona, Marseille, and Savona. With credit card in hand, she found out she couldn’t leave until the 23rd and the cruise set sail on the 16th – this was definitely disappointing. Two days later, I was talking with a friend who is spending her break in Kuwait with her father. I told her about a Whirling Dervishes Festival in Turkey that I wanted to go to, and an hour later she had confirmed those plans with him. Again, this is all earlier than the 23rd so I had to grit my teeth and say no to what would probably have been an amazing trip to Kuwait & Turkey as well (all with a male escort, even!). So, after several hit and miss trials, we decided to go back to our original plan: Rome. I’m going to spend a week with the family in Massachusetts, she’ll join me right before Christmas, and we’ll fly out of Boston to spend the New Years holiday in Italy. Despite the cool things we ‘could have done’, I’m super excited about this trip. I get to see my family in Massachusetts for a while, plus I’ve never been to Italy, and we’re kind of making it into an “off-the-beaten-path” kind of tour. We found a quaint little dyke-owned B&B a few blocks from the Forum, and it looks like they have a great New Years Eve celebration.

Time to go be productive…



      1. Enjoy — oh, and not sure how much you plan to travel, but I like Ostia Antica (right outside of Rome) better than Pompeii because people actually got out of Ostia alive rather than being smothered in ash. Not very well signed, unfortunately, but if you feel like wandering around a lovely ancient city…

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