I sure do pack a lot of stuff in on the weekends.
I went to my first instructor’s class in aikido, where we touched upon how much information to give to beginning students, and talked about the purpose of kokyu dosa. I need to do more of this technique to fully talk more about it (even though I’ve been doing it ever since I was a beginner), but every time I practice kokyu dosa, it becomes something completely different to me.
The next morning, I went to my first advanced class this year, and got myself thrown good and proper. Then I helped one of my mentees work on the techniques for his orange-belt test. He learns quick.
I learned a new piece in taiko. I’ve heard it performed several times already, so it was fairly simple to pick up– the only trick was in the choreography. I received a copy of a written transcription of another piece that I need to learn by April, so I’ll have to get to work learning that one. I think I need to get a practice pad so that I can work out the rhythms at home.
Oh, GGS, how I love thee! Sooner, Bevin, Dewey, Shasta and I met up at Miz Peth’s place, and we had tea and cookies while we knitted/crocheted/cross-stitched and talked about FOs, LYSes, and frogging (knitting has a language all to itself), not to mention buying yarn from ebay and subscribing to Knitlist. Sooner got his womb. It was a lovely time.
Seeing a performance of Mahler’s first symphony was like waking up from a long sleep for me. I had forgotten how intensely moving this music is– the colors of the chords, the fragmented motifs against fleeting moments of folksong-like melodies, the depths of pain and beauty all in one. It’s definitely a piece to see live in order to catch certain nuances, like the offstage trumpets, the horns playing with bells up, each section in motion as phrases are being passed around the orchestra. I actually got chills in the 3rd and 4th movements– and it’s been a long time since I’ve experienced that.
Making bean soup for dinner. Need to rest up now.