I'm caving. That three questions meme thing.

Ask me any three questions you'd like, and I'll answer honestly. Then place this in your own journal, if you haven't already.

Photoshop is crack. Since I'm having icon-block until I can cap a few scenes from Buffy S4, I'm now in a wallpaper frenzy. The fruits of my... uhm, labor will be forthcoming.

And, because I'm indecisive and curious::
(Don't worry about offending me if I'm less than fascinating-- I can handle honesty.) :)

ETA: Heather, I'mma hurt you.



The second and third questions are so I can re-evaluate a few things, including filters. So I'd appreciate some feedback!

Sleep time.

Please, god. Someone write this annotated bibliography for me. Bueller. Bueller. I have a 5 minute presentation this morning, as well. I'm winging it, as everything important is already in my head. I just have to stop by the library and decide what I want to play for the class (the presentation is opera-ish). Then on to voice lesson and I already have a quiz in my military rapelling class. I have to tie three separate knots in ten seconds each, so I don't, say, jump off the tower and go splat.

I can definitely tell that I have photoshop back. I had to force myself to go to bed at 2am, knowing that I'd be getting up at 8.

But tonight: Angel! Whee. sniff.</sniff>

I already want a nap. Is that bad?

I saw a really interesting concert last night-- the group Fakoli from Mali, Africa, played traditional Malian music on instruments like the kora (a 22-string African harp made from a calabash gourd), the djembe drum, and the dun dun 'talking drum.' The two played with such joy, mangling their English when they tried to explain, but it didn't matter because what they were saying was apparent in their expressions. The drum playing was truly awesome, and the singer, Fodé Sissoko, was just a beautiful man with an awesome voice. It slid up and down such a chromatic scale that my ears could barely catch the individual notes. I only hope that one day I sing with such peace and joy.

And tonight, I have tickets to an Asian dinner tasting. So whee.

Plus, in the realm of freakdom, today in my lesson, I hit F#. The one above the staff. I'm a superfreak, I tell you. I'm superfreaky (yow).

I love having photoshop again.

Photo of Maggie Gyllenhaal, words by Sappho.




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The Asian dinner was great, but the music was even better. I heard traditional Mandarin and Cantonese tunes on pear-shaped lutes, two-stringed upright violins, hammered dulcimers. There was one piece that imitated birdsong so perfectly that it sounded like the room transformed briefly into a strange forest.

Other than that, today was fairly uneventful. I have about an hourlong listening assignment to do-- I have to listen to a report on malaria, take notes, and then turn them in. How lame is that??

Oh, well I did learn something else interesting. You know those fancy, heavy-duty harnesses that keep climbers from going splat? I learned how to make one with ten feet of rope and a beaner. We're not using harnesses. We either make our own with rope, or we go splat.

Joy. :)