Another week almost finished I can't stand it! Summer is flying and it will only be weeks until the fall semester starts. All the cool things coming in fall! Possibly Sigur Ros in Boston, CMS conference in Quebec, choir, whatever else thats cool: yes! Ive been fighting focus problems with my writing all week, I should be fine going into this weekend though, hopefully. Today I went to Bates College to the Ladd library to do a bunch of research. Ive been to Bowdoin and USM, it seems like I've ordered half of UMOs library (hardly...) and long story short, damn does Bates have a music section. Phew did I have fun! Busoni, Ives, Scriabin, and now Janacek were the top searches today. Found quite a bit not as much as I wished for , but thanks to interlibrary loan i ordered the majority of what they had already from around Maine. I really got swept up into journals for about an hour. There are so many interesting journals out there that I would love to read. I know we are getting a bunch coming up, I should try to order some for myself when I find out what we ordered. I have decided after today I think I am going to make a trip down to Boston soon. I have no idea how I am going to do it but BC or Harvard might be in order. I have the research bug and I really want to get out there and get dirty in some pretty big libraries. Researching and writing what can I say, I thrive off of it. I got the biggest high today it was great, reminds me of December when I did my Satie piece.
Writing what can I say. Of course right now I am blogging, can't you tell... I let everything go I let grammar go words, placement structure. HA its like I am mentally vomiting into what I have to say just to get it all down. UGH! I am working on it. See sometimes my academic writing takes the curve of what my non-academic writing does. Is it a good thing, well it makes for interesting reading I am sure but I think I need to get serious.
Get serious what!? Yeah I need to do that too. Start thinking about where I am going and what I am doing. The idea of my direction and all the little sub-directions always lurks up on me during the weekends when I am not so preoccupied with research. I can't predict my life nor the future. I have an inkling of what and how, I have goals but who knows. Just need to keep on floating down the river.
