An earnest question from which I expect a serious answer.
Should toilet paper be strung overhand or underhand?
Ha ha! That is not the question, because everyone of above-average intelligence knows the correct answer. No, no, this is the product of my sleeplessness last night, when I decided to take a look at some of my older and abandoned handbell pieces that I hadn't seen at in ages. Shockingly, some of them were pretty not-so-bad, and some of the unfinished ones were (at least the parts I had completed) as good as any of my finished works. And looking at some of my other in-progress works, I have at least a half-dozen total compositions and arrangements that I could put in publishable form with a few hours of work (some which I am listing now for my own reference more than anything):
"Jesus Went Unto Them, Walking on the Sea" (original piece; pretty much done)
"The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns"
"Ordinary Time Ordinariness" (with a new title and new C section)
"The World in Solemn Stillness Lay" (progressive arrangement of "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear")
"And They Found the Stone Rolled Away from the Sepulchre" (progressive arrangement of "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear")
So here is my question: With the limited time that I have to work on musical projects in the days before Baby Augustine1 comes (and who knows how much after that), I can either focus on furthering my handbell career with working on those pieces, or I can work on entering contests that I may not win (but if I do, oh boy!) or I can try some combination of the two that may work but will probably give both the short end of the stick. So. Pick.
--- 1 Make any presumptions about neither the gender nor the name of our upcoming child based on this post. Kim and I have simply been trying out different names as of late for the fun of it.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
these are comments, absent.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
