meet Cheeto.

(excuse the kitchen in the background. that’s where the light was good.) I think Eric might die if he knew I had nicknamed his wonderful cello “Cheeto”, but really it’s a compliment. No, it’s not really that orange. In fact, it’s less orange than most similarly-hued instruments. I love it. It’s small in the hand […]

knowing the signs

Does this sound like you or anyone you know? Calloused hands, a closet full of full skirts and/or ‘comfy’ black pants, referring to people in strange code languages (“I was just thinking about GGP” “I can’t believe how long it’s been since I saw something new on CelloDonna’s page”) or long discussions about disarming the […]

seasons

Must be something about summer. We all kind of fall off of the horse in one way or another. Cellists stop practicing. Bloggers quit blogging (or go all sporadic, like me). L’s work parallels the TV season, and it’s interesting to see the strange stress of not working replace the maniacal stress of being overworked […]

a new way to think about progress

Sometimes a change in perspective makes a long process more bearable. Enjoyable, even. I came to this realization a few days as I looked ahead with dread to the longest day of the year. I thought of the miserable summer to come, the triple digit days and only temporary relief from the searing temperatures that […]

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