The usual assortment
Mar. 1st, 2007 12:23 pmThe Consonance songbooks were ready and waiting for pickup yesterday after work, so although I still have to deliver them at the pre-con committee dinner tonight, I've checked them entirely off of Thing To Worry About. I don't know whether I'm going to volunteer to do it again next year. It's a little tiny project, but my big weakness in getting my own personal projects done is to evaluate every tiny little project I take on only in isolation. This year, which I'd been proclaiming "the year of Me" is turning out more like "the year of trying to clear the decks for the year of Me".
And speaking of tiny little projects, I have a rant coming on. ( Rant about Random Internet Request for Research )
In anticipation of Consonance, last weekend I broke out in the mother of all cold sores smack dab in the middle of my lower lip, which looked like it was going to put the kibosh on any flute playing, but now it looks like it should be healed enough to manage. I don't know if I'm going to bother bringing other instruments, though (i.e., the harp). Over the years there's been a steady increase in the cost-benefit ratio given that I'm hauling the thing around all weekend, dealing with places to stash it if I don't take a hotel room, feeling tethered to a single room when the open filking eventually starts, and all for maybe playing one song over the whole weekend -- or maybe two if I'm feeling especially pushy. It would be different if I were writing anything new. (But then, I'd be more likely to be writing anything new if I felt people were interested in hearing it. As it is, pretty much the only requests I get are the "party trick" variety -- i.e., "Hey play something on that big-ol-weird instrument there.")
Memo to self: Must make reservations for ski trip. Lots of new snow. Don't wait too long.
And speaking of tiny little projects, I have a rant coming on. ( Rant about Random Internet Request for Research )
In anticipation of Consonance, last weekend I broke out in the mother of all cold sores smack dab in the middle of my lower lip, which looked like it was going to put the kibosh on any flute playing, but now it looks like it should be healed enough to manage. I don't know if I'm going to bother bringing other instruments, though (i.e., the harp). Over the years there's been a steady increase in the cost-benefit ratio given that I'm hauling the thing around all weekend, dealing with places to stash it if I don't take a hotel room, feeling tethered to a single room when the open filking eventually starts, and all for maybe playing one song over the whole weekend -- or maybe two if I'm feeling especially pushy. It would be different if I were writing anything new. (But then, I'd be more likely to be writing anything new if I felt people were interested in hearing it. As it is, pretty much the only requests I get are the "party trick" variety -- i.e., "Hey play something on that big-ol-weird instrument there.")
Memo to self: Must make reservations for ski trip. Lots of new snow. Don't wait too long.