My day
In my quest to master time management, I've begun logging all of my activities in the day. This is what yesterday was like.
7am: Wake up in panic because I've slept in too long. Not enough time to study for conducting exam!
9am: Wake up in panic because I've slept in another two hours. Not enough time to study for conducting exam!
9:02: Begin frantic studying for conducting exam
9:40: Continue frantically studying for conducting exam at PCAC
10:10: Conducting exam. Not very difficult.
11:10: Grab two cookies & smoothie
11:12: Walk into the already-started undergraduate research forum. Listen to presentations on John Dunn, The Beatles, and data trees for heirarchal access to images. This is fun, since I'm the only person in the room who has studied both music and computer science.
12:00: Physics. Tests from last week get returned. OUCH. Am so distracted by my bad grade that I leave my cookies behind in the classroom - a double whammy.
1:00: 20th century score analysis. A grad student presents the structure for his string quartet that will be performed that evening.
2:00: Check email & news. Did I really spend an hour doing this? What a waste of time.
3:00: Lunch at Holloway Commons
4:00: Rehearsal for my string quartet. This is the first time I've actually worked together with all four of them. It sounds better than I had expected. Make a number of small edits & corrections. Was one of the violinists tuned flat?
5:00: Return to the Lighthouse. Various conversations with juvenile delinquints over shooting Airsoft automatic weapons in the house.
5:30: Lighthouse Keepers Meeting. Further discussion of Airsoft and other topics.
7:00: Final run-through with string quartet. Sprint back to house to change into decent clothes.
8:00: Concert. Matt, Jan and Eli come along to listen. My quartet is up first. Apart from one glaring leading tone that's misplaced, the piece goes pretty well.
9:00: Out with the boys at Cafe Expresso, then Taco Bell.
1:00am: To my house, for a wild game of pingpong dodgeball.
2:00: Long walk around Christmas tree farm, Bellamy reservior and discussion of star constellations.
3:00: Head back to LH & sleep.
Posted April 29, 2006 3:00pm |
Online Surveys
I haven't filled out one of those silly things since high school.
| Birthplace |
Lebanon |
| Eye color |
dirt brown |
| Hair color |
darker brown |
| Heritage |
half Indian but full American |
| Goal for this year |
To complete my first symphony |
| Your most overused phrase on IM |
Your mother might hate you, but at least Jesus loves you |
| Thoughts first waking up |
the devil invented the alarm clock |
| Do you smoke? |
never |
| Do you drink? |
rarely |
| Do you swear? |
hell no |
| Do you want to get married? |
better stay single than marry an ogre |
| Do you think you are attractive? |
I'm in the "sexiest men of 2006" UNH group on facebook |
| In the past month have you stolen anything? |
The hearts of the opposite sex |
| How do you want to die? |
At the epicenter of a nuclear explosion |
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Posted February 19, 2006 12:00am |
Done with school
I've been working so much over the last two months, it hasn't quite sunk in yet that school is done for the year (I'm not graduating for another year though). Not that I should have a shortage of things to keep me busy - it's my brother Tim's birthday today, I need to find a job fast, my truck needs to be repaired, and the Lighthouse demands the attention it's been denied over finals. Most importantly, I need to get a headstart on 20th century music analysis over break. Schoenberg, Stravinski and Bartok beckon. And the amount of music that I've been writing lately will soon demand an overhaul of my music page - I've written twice as much material during 2005 as the previous four years combined.
Posted December 19, 2005 4:30pm |
Fire Alarms
As if we haven't had enough fire alarms already this year at the Lighthouse, someone yesterday started a fire (in the fireplace, fortunately) but forgot to open the flue.
 So we tramped outside to wait for the fire department. Complaints varied from how cold it was, to troublesome Englishmen who didn't know about opening a flue, to the far more audacious "who wants to move out of the Lighthouse?", from the mouth of a campus minister.
About the time the fire trucks arrived, a girl from across the street decided to walk over and make fun of us:
Girl: "What happened? Was Daniel cooking again?"
Daniel: "Hey, you be careful. I might make you eat some of it".
Josh: "It wasn't Daniel this time. There's a fire".
Girl: "Gosh, are you serious?!? Is the house burning down??"
Daniel: "Yes it is! Why don't you go inside to help put it out?"
Girl: [puts on silly "I've-been had" look]
Daniel: "Girl, you're so gullible."
So after a well-deserved lecture from the fire department, we bundled ourselves back in the building to make up multiple warning signs about blocking fire exits and opening fire flues.
About half an hour later, the same miscreant who had forgotten to open the flue put another resident through a wall, leaving a massive hole at the top of the stairs covered conspicuously by an oversized English flag. Reminded me of my wild early days at the Lighthouse as a freshman.
Posted November 19, 2005 12:00pm |
The Fish Weigh In
 It's been so long since I've updated that I think even my fish could do a better job at maintaining this website. So they asked if they could, and I figured, what the heck, why not. The following journal entry is penned by Josh Sanborn's Jack Dempsey, who lives down the hall.
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Cursed humans. They must think that they run the world! Moving the Tank without consulting us - what is this world coming to. Retribution is overdue.
My delinquent Owner has not returned to change my water since he ran off to marry that redhead girl of his last month. What a nerve. It's so cloudy in the Tank that I almost fell into the claws of the wretched blue lobster last night. As if there aren't enough problems already, with the minion minnows cavorting around the tank while their parents shoo me away from the 90% of the tank that they're holding hostage as a playground for their little brats. Can't a Dempsey get a bit to eat? Just a little one? There are so freakin' MANY of them, they wouldn't even notice if one disappeared!
 Rumor has it that Caretaker is bringing Owner to visit tomorrow and take us home with him, to some terrible town up north where it's even colder than the hallway in the Lighthouse. I'm just ecstatic! I love frigid weather! Hopefully he isn't bringing the Girl with him. Last time she visited, she brought in her beastly nephews and they danced to blaring country music. I almost died. Why can't they listen to something pure and classical? Can my life get any worse? Well I could be filleted and grilled, I suppose. Or even better, swallowed alive by a ravenous Cat. My mother always reminded me to be be thankful...
Posted November 11, 2005 8:00pm |
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