on greatness
This.
Emily Wright
unexpected finds
I was chatting with a friend from California the other day and he said it seems like I’ve adjusted to east coast living. It got me thinking about the differences between the two places, and how moving away from…
lights out
I just realized that my primary aim as an instructor is not to convey information but rather to do whatever it takes to foster the bravery required to continue learning. In this respect, I guess I’m more of a coach than…
chestnut trees, dancing, and the cello-y life
I keep thinking about some Yeats I read a while back. Labour is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul. Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom…
knifin’ around: how I went crazy because of a sliver of wood
When I was taking flying lessons, I joined the Cessna Diamond Club. That’s the group of pilots who have a perfect diamond-shaped scar on their foreheads from walking into the trailing edge of the wing, usually in preflight checklist haste.…
my own little walden
I’m a city girl. I’m an escapist. I love road trips. Maybe it doesn’t matter how I begin this stupid post. To put it bluntly: I love this city but hate this apartment. I was in such a hurry…
memorial day, 2012
Excerpted from Rupert Brooke’s sonnet 1914: III : The Dead Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world…
on music, service, and making things right.
What the hell is going on around here, anyway? Where am I? Teaching? Playing? Dancing? Hiding under the sofa? All that, and more, my friends. So I went to Hopkins. No, wait. Let’s go back. In LA,…
rainy day
Everyone knows this picture, a demonstration of the lengths we’ll go to preserve a delicate instrument. Don’t know about you, but I find this to be more along the lines of accurate. It’s been really rainy lately.
half-life
This poor blog! Withering and fading from neglect. It’s been a combination of frenetic activity, other priorities, and to be truthful, not having much to say (that would be appropriate for this venue, at least). Still, I don’t mind a…