Emily Wright

Emily Wright

if you don’t want to practice

That’s fine.   No really. It’s totally fine.   Do your thing.   Strange that you don’t want to improve today, though. I mean, it’s understandable. You’re tired. Or have ennui. Or lost sight of the goal. You’re bored. Or…

strange flattery

If you keep up with me on Twittaw, you know I’ve become something of a swing dance addict. There’s something uniquely satisfying about learning a new discipline that, if you’re doing it right, requires lots of awareness and technique and…

stoke factor

    I was at a party last night where we were discussing all of our respective job situations and future plans. With about 2 weeks until my Hopkins studies are ostensibly done, the situation is getting, to put it…

Lucy finds a computer

Bless her furry grey heart: Lucy’s been trying to email you guys. While I’m gigging like crazy and finishing up at Hopkins, she was hoping for some pen-pals to keep her company. Don’t tell her I know about her little…

hee hee

    Anna sent this to me with the subject line:  “personal cello transport solution”. Of course she’s at Cambridge, clever thing.

music saves the day, again.

  I am so overwhelmed by this final push at Hopkins. It’s a summer of “capstone” classes, each designed to sum up an emphasis with a large-scale project. The reading has been punishing in sheer volume, and a little frustrating…

knowing in your bones

  A friend of mine is going through what she’s calling a breakdown. After having pushed herself to the limit for the past 5+ years with the supposed goal of becoming a physician’s assistant, she got into a prestigious program…

Stage fright

  I still catch a case of the stomach-jumpies when I get on stage. Not all the time, but I’d say at least half of my gigs (including workshops, seminars, etc) have some added zesty to them. The key to…