The landscape screams for silence.

The Rothko Chapel:

http://www.menil.org/rothko.html

http://www.rothkochapel.org/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rothko_Chapel


(Rothko's Triptych)

A piece we are studying in class, of the same name, was written by Morton Feldman. In his Darmstadt lectures, after discussing how he hears and composes with a spectrum of 88 notes (not 12 notes transferred to different octaves) he says:

"I hear them. Of course, maybe you don't hear them. Maybe you didn't know that was music. Maybe you thought music was words without music. I don't know. Talk without music, concepts without hearing. I don't know" (page 195).

Concepts without hearing. I'm in love with this man.

Also, R. Murray Schaeffer came to our class the other day. Y'know, t'was just a casual visit. It's not like he's an amazing, well known Canadian composer who works in soundscape and acoustic ecology as well as composition! Oh my goodness, it was so awesome. The Layfayette String Quartet commissioned his 11th String Quartet, and we heard the first performance (ever) of two of the movements.

This is what university is about, yet I don't have time to enjoy it, often. Oh how I will love reading this summer.

About this summer! Andrew, Lisi and I are renting a place (for summer and September following). It's in an amazing location, has a back yard with fruit trees, plenty of room, hardwood floors in the bedrooms, and a bathtub. BATH-TUB. Fuck yeah.

Also, I may have a job doing library data entry (setting up the music library's digital database), which is ridiculously awesome. We just need to get approved for funding.

So, when all of this sorts itself out my summer will rock... my socks for three straight blocks. There will gardening, teaching children about gardening, flute playing, music writing, book reading, song and sound recording, and sleeping. Lots of sleeping.

Okay, talking of sleeping, I should go do that now.

Love,
Eden

Hussy

Hey you! I've been super busy, sorry I haven't called.

It was my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary this weekend. It was pretty awesome, but the stress of over-perfecting things (it's my family's thing, but maybe other families do it to) was kindof harsh. I particularly didn't like the "Happy 50th! Wishing you many years to come!" emphasis. It's like, everyone is forcing them to live (well, specifically my grandmother). I don't know. I have a huge issue with people not letting people go. Does that make sense? Not that I want anyone to die, no no, it's just that there's so much pressure on my grandma, I think, to live up to what everyone wants her to be. On mine and my sister's card I wrote: Happy 50th wedding anniversary! Thank you for all of the love you've shared with us. Lot's of love: eden and diandra. I don't know... it just seemed less forceful and more focused on honestly thanking and celebrating them.

On the plus side there was duck (duck!), beer (my grandma drinks beer. That's right.), good music, and family. Plus I'm listening to Venus right now on my computer-thing.

I'm... wiggling my toes. And speaking in codes. Not letting on to what everyone knows. It's exciting. And apparently it makes me a hussy (so says my sister). What's a hussy?

Dictionary.com has varying opinions (that's why I love dictionary.com):

1. a brazen or immoral woman.

2. a mischievous, impudent, or ill-behaved girl.

1. A woman considered brazen or immoral.

2. A saucy or impudent girl.

1530, "mistress of a household, housewife," alt. of M.E. husewif, from huse "house" + wif "wife." Gradually broadened to mean "any woman or girl," and by 1650 was being applied to "a woman or girl who shows casual or improper behavior," and a general derogatory sense had overtaken the word by 19c. "It is common to use housewife in a good, and huswife or hussy in a bad sense." [Johnson]

a woman adulterer [syn: adultress]

and...

hussy: in CancerWEB's On-line Medical Dictionary

I love how cancerweb is always included... Anyways. I'm not a hussy ^_^ (unless you want to call me a saucy and impudent girl). I like the "a general derogatory sense."

Alas, I need to go rehearse soon, but I must mention, I saw another portion of Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle (a different portion than I saw before), which was awesome. My favourite quote thus far (other than: "Yeah, it was a dick move, that's why I'm buying you lunch.") is:

Look at me. I'm fat, black, can't dance, and I have two gay fathers. People have been messing with me my whole life. I learned a long time ago that there's no sense in getting all riled up every time a bunch of idiots give you a hard time. In the end, the universe tends to unfold as it should. Plus I have a really large penis. That keeps me happy.

Yeah, it rocks. Okay, off to rehearse now. BUH-bye!