A coincidental post.

Is it a mere coincidence that VD stands for both "Valentine's Day" and "venereal disease"? Similar to the case of THC (tollhouse cookies, tetrahydrocannabinol), I think not.

Had occasion to use the word "serendipitous" today, for probably the first time ever. Skipped out on it. Perhaps I will still use it today.

Speaking of which... word of the day:
inveigle- to persuade or obtain by ingenuity or flattery.

I was trying to think of a story to go with this word but I am too distracted. I just came back from my weekly cello lesson, and I have this impression that I'm really terrible at cello. Like HONESTLY, when I head out to my lesson every week, I literally imagine my cello instructor just absolutely dreading my lesson. Why do I do that? The number of things about which I feel this way leads me to believe it's all in my head, but I don't know what makes me do that.
Actually, today I kind of got the impression that I'm not really as bad as I think I am, but I don't know, he's a super nice guy and knows I've been feeling kind of down on my playing lately.
And actually he's really cool. Probably the coolest, in fact. He's the original hipster, I swear. He's probably in his 60s, and we're facebook friends (he's also quite active on facebook). His religious views are "gut strings" and his political views "utopian socialist." (Also, I hope he never reads this blog because this could potentially be creepy, but whatever.) Maybe that's why I'm so worried about sounding good. I never used to worry, but then again, my last cello teacher was an old lady who mostly talked about "mother." So I guess I didn't really care what she thought. And I never used to practice, and now I do... you'd think that would make me less worried about sounding good, but you'd be wrong.

Tonight we're watching The Seventh Seal in my film class. I once watched the first half but gave up on it. For some reason, I thought the film was super long and I'd sat through at least an hour and a half... but it must have actually been much less than that but just felt like a really long time, as the entire thing is only 100ish minutes.

My RA gave everybody in our hall a little valentine's day bag filled with a lollipop... and a condom. WHICH I WILL NOT BE USING. THANKS FOR REMINDING ME HOW SAD AND LONELY I AM ON VALENTINE'S DAY.

Well, not really, but actually kind of. And that was silly, she's just being nice.

This weekend is parents weekend. Wooo. Ugh. Perhaps I'll get a nice meal out of it.

Decided to write my final paper for Music 110 on film music. Or something more specific as that is what my teacher said he wanted. I can pick one composer to write about (I'd probably choose Morricone), or I could even watch movies about composers or several about one composer and compare them. I wonder if I could just do like... a few of my favorite soundtracks. What would I pick? Well, definitely The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. Could I pick The Third Man, with a soundtrack composed entirely for the zither? 2001 or A Clockwork Orange would obviously be good choices as well... There Will Be Blood... Pulp Fiction... The Graduate (okay, now that's just cheating)... Maybe I could pick the new Alloy Orchestra soundtrack for Metropolis?

Pure musical genius:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PwpOmjAu1M

Went to the FilmForum screening last night, saw some really poignant shorts. My favorites were the first ("The Solitary Life of Cranes" by Eva Weber) and the last ("Get Out of the Car" by Thom Andersen). A few of the filmmakers were there, including Andersen, who was hilarious, because he seemed to not want to be there or answering questions.

The guy who gave us the tickets for the screening went to my high school. Actually, he was a senior when I was a freshman, and we were in the same prom limo. And he was prom king. But he didn't appear to recognize me. But seriously, what are the odds.


CURRENTLY READING: A History of Western Music, 8th ed.
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: The Octopus Project (Hello, Avalanche)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: The Seventh Seal (Ingmar Bergman, 1957)