November 23, 2007

  • Ahhhh Thanksgiving.  Time of gluttony.  How I love 'ye mashed potatoes. 

    course I make them.  With 1/2 cup of butter. 

    my thighs are screaming in agony. . .

    my tastebuds are screaming with delight. 

    If I get hit with lightning . . . will I lose my ability to taste?  . . . I don't know if I want to experiment.

    Still in a turkey coma . . . back at another time. .

    ~Mere

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  • And if I got the University teaching job, I know they'd want bang for the buck, so they'd saddle me with a lot of beginning theory classes to teach and/or tuba students, and I'd have little time to compose music, the reason I would have gotten the teaching job in the first place. But I'm making so little money now, and debt looms. I'm an idiot, because if I had a different brain, these kinds of thoughts wouldn't bother me, I'd just go ahead and get the job and move ahead. I hate to sound negative, but all this does make me feel like a loser, a guy who has wasted his potential, etc. etc., instead of going ahead.

    By the way, I liked your description of the weather, taking the mundane and seeing it through your lens at that particular moment.

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