So I found something I can certainly learn on the banjo 'cause its just a methodical little bit, repeating throughout the whole song. And I can apply clawhammer style to it. I realized after studying over some other tabs that they were actually three-finger roll and I don't want to confuse myself by learning those and clawhammer at the same time. But this song I think I can learn.
After all my budgetary stuff is cleared away I might be able to start taking lessons. I know I need to before I get too frustrated with my lack of knowing what the hell I am doing with this banjo, but I have figured out some things, especially where reading tabs are concerned.
The tab I found:
Repeating
d|-------0------------0------------0-----------0---------------------------|
B|-------0h1----------0h1---------0h1---------0h1------------------------|
g|-----2-----0-----2------0-----2-----0----2------0----------------------|
D|---0----------2------------3-----------2---------------------------------|
Hear the song by selecting it from the song list:
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Thursday, January 31, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
archive: 26 january 2008: the hours
Quotes from "The Hours" by Michael Cunningham (novel) and David Hare (screenplay) and Stephen Daldry (director).
Richard Brown: "But I still have to face the hours, don't I? I mean, the hours after the party, and the hours after that... "
Virginia Woolf: "You cannot find peace by avoiding life."
Virginia Woolf: "This is my right; it is the right of every human being. I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs, but the violent jolt of the Capital, that is my choice. The meanest patient, yes, even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription. Thereby she defines her humanity."
Virginia Woolf: "To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours."
Virginia Woolf: "A woman's whole life in a single day. Just one day. And in that day her whole life."
Laura Brown: "Oh, it's about this woman who's incredibly - well, she's a hostess and she's incredibly confident and she's going to give a party. And, maybe because she's confident, everyone thinks she's fine... but she isn't."
Richard Brown: "Oh, Mrs. Dalloway... Always giving parties to cover the silence."
Virginia Woolf: "Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more."
Angelica Bell: What happens when we die?
Virginia Woolf: What happens? [pause] We return to the place that we came from.
Angelica Bell: I don't remember where I came from.
Virginia Woolf: Nor do I.
Clarissa Vaughn: "I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then."
Richard Brown: "Would you be angry if I died? "
Clarissa Vaughn: "When I'm with him I feel... Yes, I am living. And when I'm not with him... Yes, everything does seem sort of silly."
Virginia Woolf: "Did it matter, then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street. Did it matter that she must inevitably cease, completely. All this must go on without her. Did she resent it? Or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? It is possible to die. It is possible to die."
Richard Brown: "But I still have to face the hours, don't I? I mean, the hours after the party, and the hours after that... "
Virginia Woolf: "You cannot find peace by avoiding life."
Virginia Woolf: "This is my right; it is the right of every human being. I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs, but the violent jolt of the Capital, that is my choice. The meanest patient, yes, even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription. Thereby she defines her humanity."
Virginia Woolf: "To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours."
Virginia Woolf: "A woman's whole life in a single day. Just one day. And in that day her whole life."
Laura Brown: "Oh, it's about this woman who's incredibly - well, she's a hostess and she's incredibly confident and she's going to give a party. And, maybe because she's confident, everyone thinks she's fine... but she isn't."
Richard Brown: "Oh, Mrs. Dalloway... Always giving parties to cover the silence."
Virginia Woolf: "Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more."
Angelica Bell: What happens when we die?
Virginia Woolf: What happens? [pause] We return to the place that we came from.
Angelica Bell: I don't remember where I came from.
Virginia Woolf: Nor do I.
Clarissa Vaughn: "I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then."
Richard Brown: "Would you be angry if I died? "
Clarissa Vaughn: "When I'm with him I feel... Yes, I am living. And when I'm not with him... Yes, everything does seem sort of silly."
Virginia Woolf: "Did it matter, then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street. Did it matter that she must inevitably cease, completely. All this must go on without her. Did she resent it? Or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? It is possible to die. It is possible to die."
Thursday, January 24, 2008
archive: 24 january 2008: another prospect
Well, one door closes (AGAIN) and another one might just open. I sent an inquiring email just now about it. I received from someone an announcement for a Writer position for which I might be qualified. I am going to print out the job description and mull over it some more before absolutely seriously considering it. The position would be at one of several offices, one of which is located here in Berea.
Maybe my wish on someone's lucky cigarette come true? Maybe the tarot cards I have been pulling I have been misreading all along? Maybe none of this is accurate and it is all a bit more random? I wish I knew what to believe or have hope in.
Maybe my wish on someone's lucky cigarette come true? Maybe the tarot cards I have been pulling I have been misreading all along? Maybe none of this is accurate and it is all a bit more random? I wish I knew what to believe or have hope in.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
archive: 20 january 2008: mary full of grace
So Saturday I got back my poetry collection from Michael with some commentary and suggestions for change. We sat for a few hours in Ground Effects that early afternoon going over each poem and some of his recommendations and what he liked from each of them. As a poet, I respect his opinion because I have read his work and I know how much to thoroughly studies poetic concepts, language, diction, and the minute symbols used to portray meaning in a poem... You could say I am in awe at times at his understanding of poetry and writing. As much as I am in awe of musicians who so easily learn a song after hearing it only a couple of times... The mystery of it...
Anyway, so I just got through rewriting the first poem in the series, Mary, and included parts of "Hail Mary, full of grace..." into it. Dropped a few lines here and there and found some shifts in tense that I sometimes overlook when writing. He caught that and more. Ah, I like it better now. I wonder what my other critique readers will suggest on these. Well, at least I am keeping copied of my drafts. Onward to the next poem.
No one ever said writing poetry was easy. But I like the work.
Anyway, so I just got through rewriting the first poem in the series, Mary, and included parts of "Hail Mary, full of grace..." into it. Dropped a few lines here and there and found some shifts in tense that I sometimes overlook when writing. He caught that and more. Ah, I like it better now. I wonder what my other critique readers will suggest on these. Well, at least I am keeping copied of my drafts. Onward to the next poem.
No one ever said writing poetry was easy. But I like the work.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
archive: 19 january 2008: windows and auden
I think January has hit me.
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I had an image today and I am going to have to work on it more at some point but for now I am going to save these lines. I want to flesh it out, more instances about windows, the soul, eyes, intensity, and W. H. Auden. Has to include some reference to him. There needs to be windows and Auden. And eyes. Definitely eyes.
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brown-green eyes
reflected windows
speaking poetry
iris to pupil to iris
lined words marked
edged in light
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I had an image today and I am going to have to work on it more at some point but for now I am going to save these lines. I want to flesh it out, more instances about windows, the soul, eyes, intensity, and W. H. Auden. Has to include some reference to him. There needs to be windows and Auden. And eyes. Definitely eyes.
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brown-green eyes
reflected windows
speaking poetry
iris to pupil to iris
lined words marked
edged in light
Friday, January 11, 2008
archive: 11 january 2008: this rut in which I find myself
I'm in a rut. Simply put, a rut. An emotional, spiritual, physical rut.
Emotional for many reasons... I'm beginning to feel apathetic. Maybe that's just today, but... I feel as if I am leaning towards not caring about most anything at all, but no, that's not right either (I can name things and people I care about) but more specifically, I don't seem to care about what happens to me. I care about other people's goals, but I just had this thought: I won't get this job and I won't be that upset about it. Its sad to think that I won't care about not getting something that will improve certain aspects of my life (mostly finance/debt). True, I don't want to leave, but if I stay there are several who will be leaving in a few years.... What can I do? Emotional attachments and admiration. Homebody but social butterfly at the same time. How does this work? hmm. I am sentimental.
Spiritual.... I really don't know how to explain or define this. I guess I have been growing more and more skeptical or cynical. True, I believe in positive energy and the collective unconscious... I believe that the energy you send out is what you will receive. Smile at someone and they are more likely going to smile back.
Physical... ugh. Body image says it all. Tension and ache, muscle and bone, fat and skin. And again, apathy due to lack of motivation and lack of appreciation, lack of admiration and lack of affection. It shouldn't be rooted in how I perceive this body and how I perceive others see this body, but... it is.
I am trying to work on the presentation for next Wednesday. I am writing up my answers to their questions and I have yet to quite figure out how I am going to "present" this and myself on Wednesday.
Honestly, I may just be happy working the mailroom in the post office. I was thinking about the other day, something repetitive and yet interesting enough. Something many writers have done. Its just.... I hate money and yet right now it appears to be the bane of my existence.
Emotional for many reasons... I'm beginning to feel apathetic. Maybe that's just today, but... I feel as if I am leaning towards not caring about most anything at all, but no, that's not right either (I can name things and people I care about) but more specifically, I don't seem to care about what happens to me. I care about other people's goals, but I just had this thought: I won't get this job and I won't be that upset about it. Its sad to think that I won't care about not getting something that will improve certain aspects of my life (mostly finance/debt). True, I don't want to leave, but if I stay there are several who will be leaving in a few years.... What can I do? Emotional attachments and admiration. Homebody but social butterfly at the same time. How does this work? hmm. I am sentimental.
Spiritual.... I really don't know how to explain or define this. I guess I have been growing more and more skeptical or cynical. True, I believe in positive energy and the collective unconscious... I believe that the energy you send out is what you will receive. Smile at someone and they are more likely going to smile back.
Physical... ugh. Body image says it all. Tension and ache, muscle and bone, fat and skin. And again, apathy due to lack of motivation and lack of appreciation, lack of admiration and lack of affection. It shouldn't be rooted in how I perceive this body and how I perceive others see this body, but... it is.
I am trying to work on the presentation for next Wednesday. I am writing up my answers to their questions and I have yet to quite figure out how I am going to "present" this and myself on Wednesday.
Honestly, I may just be happy working the mailroom in the post office. I was thinking about the other day, something repetitive and yet interesting enough. Something many writers have done. Its just.... I hate money and yet right now it appears to be the bane of my existence.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
archive: 9 january 2008: oh dear
Ok... Before the Christmas break I was told that I would be giving a brief presentation during the interview. Now I am given more specifics about it and it is supposed to be 40-45 minutes long.
*deep breath*
I can do this. I CAN do this. I can DO this. I can do THIS.
AGHHHHHHHH!
At least now I have been given some idea of what they would like to me explain during this presentation (with Q&A) afterwards, so.... yeah. I should be able to do this. Just I have never given a presentation this long before.
But there's always a time for FIRST TIME.
Why do archives matter?
What opportunities might archival holdings provide to small liberal arts colleges such as Mars Hill? What challenges might they present?
What are your thoughts about the particular opportunities and challenges before Mars Hill's Ramsey Center archives? How might you approach these opportunities and challenges?
How can archival repositories best serve their local communities? How can they best serve broader communities that may be interested?
What contemporary issues in archives management are likely to have resonance for the Ramsey Center archives? How might you address these issues if you were directing these archives?
What is your own philosophy of archiving? How would you describe the commitments and priorities you bring to archival work?
*deep breath*
I can do this. I CAN do this. I can DO this. I can do THIS.
AGHHHHHHHH!
At least now I have been given some idea of what they would like to me explain during this presentation (with Q&A) afterwards, so.... yeah. I should be able to do this. Just I have never given a presentation this long before.
But there's always a time for FIRST TIME.
Why do archives matter?
What opportunities might archival holdings provide to small liberal arts colleges such as Mars Hill? What challenges might they present?
What are your thoughts about the particular opportunities and challenges before Mars Hill's Ramsey Center archives? How might you approach these opportunities and challenges?
How can archival repositories best serve their local communities? How can they best serve broader communities that may be interested?
What contemporary issues in archives management are likely to have resonance for the Ramsey Center archives? How might you address these issues if you were directing these archives?
What is your own philosophy of archiving? How would you describe the commitments and priorities you bring to archival work?
Thursday, January 3, 2008
archive: 3 january 2008: poetry collection completion
So three of my four critical readers have a copy of my poetry manuscript in their possession. One of the readers is in Louisana with her husband this month, so I considering emailing her the manuscript. Gotta check first.
I still need to print out copies for a few friends who have volunteered to read it, too. These I don't expect any critical suggestions, but if they have them they are welcome to voice them. That's another 4 people. Plus one copy for my mom. She's not read a single one of them yet, but she's heard me talk about it plenty.
So sometime tomorrow or this weekend I will print them out and give them to those 4 people and ship one off to Mom. Winter reading indeed, because they are mostly sad stories, but there's that tiny bit of comfort in some of them. I hope they're not as terrible as I fear they might be! I gave them to Vicky, Normandi, and Michael yesterday thinking... oh these things might be pretty bad compared to these wonderful writers.
I just emailed one of the people at the University Press of Kentucky about the collection and inquired about the steps needed to submit a manuscript to them. They do not accept unsolicited manuscripts so hopefully my description was interesting enough that she will be curious about the entire collection. We'll see, I suppose. I better email Shannon and tell him I am nearing completion and hopefully submission for publication. I hope. I hope. I hope!
I still need to print out copies for a few friends who have volunteered to read it, too. These I don't expect any critical suggestions, but if they have them they are welcome to voice them. That's another 4 people. Plus one copy for my mom. She's not read a single one of them yet, but she's heard me talk about it plenty.
So sometime tomorrow or this weekend I will print them out and give them to those 4 people and ship one off to Mom. Winter reading indeed, because they are mostly sad stories, but there's that tiny bit of comfort in some of them. I hope they're not as terrible as I fear they might be! I gave them to Vicky, Normandi, and Michael yesterday thinking... oh these things might be pretty bad compared to these wonderful writers.
I just emailed one of the people at the University Press of Kentucky about the collection and inquired about the steps needed to submit a manuscript to them. They do not accept unsolicited manuscripts so hopefully my description was interesting enough that she will be curious about the entire collection. We'll see, I suppose. I better email Shannon and tell him I am nearing completion and hopefully submission for publication. I hope. I hope. I hope!
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