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Wednesday, May 02, 2007
just a weeee little bit fixated
The really nice people at iTunes informed me the other day that I could get a discount if I purchased the remainder of an album from which I had already purchased individual songs. This means that I scored fourteen additional Regina Spektor songs for $8 (The "bonus track version" of Begin to Hope has I think five or six bonus tracks). So you know what I've had in my ears for the past two days (well, that and the Librivox version of The Treasure Seekers which is absolutely brilliant). Actually, my discovery of the existence of her music earlier this year has had an interesting effect on me. Listening to her piano wizardry, and the fun she apparently has with it, reminded me (corny alert! corny alert!) how I loved playing the piano and what an outlet it was for self-expression, many long moons ago before I had a sleeping infant who turned into a crawly baby and then a nosy toddler who was joined by a sister and then both of them grew up into needy little kidlets, until I was just completely out of the piano habit and the thing just sat there gathering dust and collecting mess. While apparently, judging from my self-assigned piano practice over the past week, my left ring finger completely atrophied. You would have thought that ten years of near-constant Internet-related-and-otherwise typing would have done something to keep it healthy, but apparently no. I need to write more blog posts with plenty of w, s, and x in them, I guess.
So. Regina Spektor. I've never heard any music so fresh and original and sparkly and interesting. Some of it is perhaps a wee bit weird ("Uh-merica", I am looking at you), but the thing is, the weird stuff grows on you. It even grows on your husband. Or on mine anyway. And since C is (joy!) in a Mommy Can Do No Wrong And I Adore All That She Likes stage, she is the most ardent seven-year-old Regina Spektor fan you will ever meet, which just leaves LT yet to be converted. He still says she sounds like she needs to sneeze.
Ahem. In other non-obsession-related news:
I only have three history classes left. The dreaded paper is turned in, for better or worse, and I only have one more reaction paper to do, and then before I know it it will be summer, with no evening commitments at all woo hoo!. We are taking the summer off at Bible study because last summer we ended up cancelling probably half the meetings anyway because so many people were gone so often. We take a break from formal sit-down homeschooling from the beginning of June to the beginning of September. AWANA takes the summer off, too, of course, and that leaves just Boy Scouts for the Ts, which doesn't involve me. Even though I'll miss night classes a little (I was thinking about taking a partially-online class during the summer -- can't afford the gas for a regular night class, since they're three or four days a week and they don't offer any up here -- but the required orientation is scheduled during our beach vacation), really, I haven't looked forward to summer so much since I was a teenager. Maybe I should invite a bunch of people over for pizza, movies, and a 2 AM walk as soon as school lets out, to celebrate.
Comments
Well perhaps we should take the lack of Stuff to Do this summer and do a bible study. Also, I would love some pizza. Also, I remember the Mommy Can do No Wrong stage. I told my mom at that time that I would always live with her, as I could never live without her and would never leave her side.
Posted by: jenn at May 3, 2007 09:50 PM
"He still says she sounds like she needs to sneeze."
I really love that description. He has a way with words.
Posted by: dichroic at May 4, 2007 05:10 AM
