D - “There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil--a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.”
E - “And your defect is a propensity to hate everyone.”
D - “And yours,” he replied, with a smile, “is willfully to misunderstand them.”
Jane Austen
Monday, December 05, 2005
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Saturday, December 03, 2005
To Bach or not to Bach
After not giving a specific answer to that question on the survey about goals for the coming year, I thought of one.
I want to go to a performance of the Concerto in D minor for two violins by Bach.
This particular piece is on an ancient video we have of Isaac Stern, Itzhak Perlman, Pinchas Zukerman and Zubin Mehta at Lincoln Center. It's one of my first memories of classical music.
Now, after I thought of this, I realized that choosing one piece of music from all those millions that are out there and hoping that it will be performed soon in my area is a bit of wishful thinking.
BUT!!!!
Guess what the San Francisco Symphony is doing on February 4????
You guessed it!!!
However, Joshua Bell is doing a recital at Davies the Saturday after that.
Ach!
Such decisions!!!!
What ever shall I do????
The Bach concerto or Josh???????
If I choose Josh, I decided I can't do the terrace seating. I gotta see the guy, even if it's from the nosebleeds.
The problem is then that I don't know what he's going to be playing. I think it might be Tchaikovsky, which isn't exactly a favorite, but JB can make pretty much anything enjoyable.
I was in the car the other day and I turned on KDFC and I knew right away that the piece playing was Vivaldi. It just couldn't have been anyone else.
I love my Vivaldi.
I feel like I grow about two inches when I hear his music.
The parents think that the Messiah we just went to was better than the one two years ago.
I think not.
The bass was blah this year. We saw Nathan Gunn in 03. Helloooooooo. Need I say more?
But the conductor was better this year. He could probably sing the entire score in his sleep. He was the most animated that I've ever seen. We got to the "and his name shall be called" bit and he sort of looked like I felt.
Davies is a great place to people watch. There is everything from twentysomethings in their jeans to old ladies with two inches of face powder who reek of alcohol, the latter of which are infinitely more entertaining.
I want to go to a performance of the Concerto in D minor for two violins by Bach.
This particular piece is on an ancient video we have of Isaac Stern, Itzhak Perlman, Pinchas Zukerman and Zubin Mehta at Lincoln Center. It's one of my first memories of classical music.
Now, after I thought of this, I realized that choosing one piece of music from all those millions that are out there and hoping that it will be performed soon in my area is a bit of wishful thinking.
BUT!!!!
Guess what the San Francisco Symphony is doing on February 4????
You guessed it!!!
However, Joshua Bell is doing a recital at Davies the Saturday after that.
Ach!
Such decisions!!!!
What ever shall I do????
The Bach concerto or Josh???????
If I choose Josh, I decided I can't do the terrace seating. I gotta see the guy, even if it's from the nosebleeds.
The problem is then that I don't know what he's going to be playing. I think it might be Tchaikovsky, which isn't exactly a favorite, but JB can make pretty much anything enjoyable.
I was in the car the other day and I turned on KDFC and I knew right away that the piece playing was Vivaldi. It just couldn't have been anyone else.
I love my Vivaldi.
I feel like I grow about two inches when I hear his music.
The parents think that the Messiah we just went to was better than the one two years ago.
I think not.
The bass was blah this year. We saw Nathan Gunn in 03. Helloooooooo. Need I say more?
But the conductor was better this year. He could probably sing the entire score in his sleep. He was the most animated that I've ever seen. We got to the "and his name shall be called" bit and he sort of looked like I felt.
Davies is a great place to people watch. There is everything from twentysomethings in their jeans to old ladies with two inches of face powder who reek of alcohol, the latter of which are infinitely more entertaining.
Sheesh, it's cold!
In the 30's last night!
That's cold for us!
All you people who are three feet deep in snow can just stop rolling your eyes right now!
Dry cold and wet cold are two different things!
So there!
Anyways.
Been sick.
Yucky.
Been tired.
Work.
Busy.
But out of the blue, I was told that I got a raise at work.
Very timely, since my nice parents are still paying my health insurance and it went up again, so the raise will probably go towards helping that bill.
We make more money to pay for more things to make more money to pay for more things.
Endless cycles.
Found out that Grandma Gooch has more tumors. They can't operate because the tumors are too close to her heart. Don't know if they are b/m or what yet.
Steven Ray is probably going to come out this week.
Guess that means I need to spiffy up "our" room.
I love my uncle. He's a peach.
The parents are leaving Friday night for their cruise.
This means a week alone with the sister.
Yay for me.
Dad tells me to think of easy meals while they are gone.
I said Uh, we can cook ya know...
He cracks me up.
When I was sick and woke up in the middle of the night with the fever and was having bad dreams, he found me crying in the bathroom. He asks what's wrong. I say I think I have a fever - need medicine. What does he do? He goes and gets Mother. I bet Adam went and got Eve the first time one of their kids had an owie.
It's very interesting to note that in general, mothers are the ones who fix bodies and fathers are the ones who fix things. Dads are the ones who hear about the clogged toilet. Mothers are the ones who hear about your skinned knees.
I am sooooo ready for this blasted Statistics class to be over.
Only one more week of regular classes. Yippee.
You know those Christmas cards that are a picture and just have some type on it that says Merry Christmas (or what you will) Love, So and So?
I hate those.
So insultingly impersonal. No signature, no nothing.
I have nothing against the picture thing. My cards this year are a photo holder.
But those mass produced ones where all you do is throw them in the envelope...
Don't like them.
They disturb me.
If I ever get lazy and want to do one of those, I'm going to remind myself of this post.
I've been thinking about something.
Jane Austen did not write real people. She wrote caricatures.
The Brontes wrote real and dreamlike people.
Elizabeth Gaskell wrote real people.
If we randomly selected a Joe Shmoe off the street, I think it's safe to say that he would know the caricatures, not the real and dreamlike ones.
Why is that?
Becca went to a conference put on the JAS across the pond and one of the speakers theorized that period re-enactments (when done by anyone other than the JAS) are morally wrong. He said it's the equivalent of painting yourself black and pretending to be a slave.
That guy has way too much time on his hands.
He needs more cookies.
In the 30's last night!
That's cold for us!
All you people who are three feet deep in snow can just stop rolling your eyes right now!
Dry cold and wet cold are two different things!
So there!
Anyways.
Been sick.
Yucky.
Been tired.
Work.
Busy.
But out of the blue, I was told that I got a raise at work.
Very timely, since my nice parents are still paying my health insurance and it went up again, so the raise will probably go towards helping that bill.
We make more money to pay for more things to make more money to pay for more things.
Endless cycles.
Found out that Grandma Gooch has more tumors. They can't operate because the tumors are too close to her heart. Don't know if they are b/m or what yet.
Steven Ray is probably going to come out this week.
Guess that means I need to spiffy up "our" room.
I love my uncle. He's a peach.
The parents are leaving Friday night for their cruise.
This means a week alone with the sister.
Yay for me.
Dad tells me to think of easy meals while they are gone.
I said Uh, we can cook ya know...
He cracks me up.
When I was sick and woke up in the middle of the night with the fever and was having bad dreams, he found me crying in the bathroom. He asks what's wrong. I say I think I have a fever - need medicine. What does he do? He goes and gets Mother. I bet Adam went and got Eve the first time one of their kids had an owie.
It's very interesting to note that in general, mothers are the ones who fix bodies and fathers are the ones who fix things. Dads are the ones who hear about the clogged toilet. Mothers are the ones who hear about your skinned knees.
I am sooooo ready for this blasted Statistics class to be over.
Only one more week of regular classes. Yippee.
You know those Christmas cards that are a picture and just have some type on it that says Merry Christmas (or what you will) Love, So and So?
I hate those.
So insultingly impersonal. No signature, no nothing.
I have nothing against the picture thing. My cards this year are a photo holder.
But those mass produced ones where all you do is throw them in the envelope...
Don't like them.
They disturb me.
If I ever get lazy and want to do one of those, I'm going to remind myself of this post.
I've been thinking about something.
Jane Austen did not write real people. She wrote caricatures.
The Brontes wrote real and dreamlike people.
Elizabeth Gaskell wrote real people.
If we randomly selected a Joe Shmoe off the street, I think it's safe to say that he would know the caricatures, not the real and dreamlike ones.
Why is that?
Becca went to a conference put on the JAS across the pond and one of the speakers theorized that period re-enactments (when done by anyone other than the JAS) are morally wrong. He said it's the equivalent of painting yourself black and pretending to be a slave.
That guy has way too much time on his hands.
He needs more cookies.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Since this seems to be the thing to do...
Name: Kathryn Elaine Gooch
Birthday: May 24, 1982
Birthplace: Vallejo, CA
Current Location: Napa, CA
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brownish Red
Height: 5’10”
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
Your Heritage: Did I mention that several years ago, they removed the "Fitz" suffix from Gooch? That should clue you in.... *cough*
The Shoes You Wore Today: I haven't put on shoes yet
Your Weakness: Procrastination and letting the actions of others affect me too much
Your Fears: being disappointed by certain things
Your Perfect Pizza: Cheese. Lots of cheese. And maybe Canadian bacon or sausage
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: I haven't really thought about it
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: I use the word "just" way too much
Thoughts First Waking Up: What time is it?
Your Best Physical Feature: I have been told that I have a pretty smile
Your Bedtime: Around midnight
Your Most Missed Memory: When none of my friends were married or otherwise engaged
Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi
MacDonalds or Burger King: Neither
Single or Group Dates: Group dates are not dates
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: Mocha or tea
Do you Smoke: No
Do you Swear: I guess that would depend on what you call swearing
Do you Sing: Fluently
Have you Been in Love: Yes
Do you want to go to College: Yes
Do you want to get Married: Depends on my mood
Do you believe in yourself: I believe that I am capable of many things
Do you get Motion Sickness: No
Do you think you are Attractive: Married men ask me why I'm not married, so figure this one out for yourself
Are you a Health Freak: No
Do you get along with your Parents: Yes
Do you like Thunderstorms: Sure
Do you play an Instrument: My voice is my instrument
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Technically, I think I should answer yes to this. That Nyquil stuff.
In the past month have you Smoked: No
In the past month have you been on Drugs: No
In the past month have you gone on a Date: No
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yes
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: No
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Ick
In the past month have you been on Stage: Sort of
In the past month have you been Dumped: No
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: No
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: No
Ever been Drunk: No
Ever been called a Tease: Probably
Ever been Beaten up: No
Ever Shoplifted: No
How do you want to Die: On stage, of course ;)
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Does this mean I haven't reached my full height yet??? Okay.....I want to be a Gretchen Nonnenburg for the 21st Century. Sal, can you smell it yet??? ;)
What country would you most like to Visit: Scotland is on my list for next year
In a Boy/Girl, you like...
----I would like to clarify that I like boys----
Favourite Eye Color: Dark brown or green
Favourite Hair Color: Dark
Short or Long Hair: I admit to liking longish hair
Height: At least 6'4" would be nice
Weight: Not stick thin, not Fat Albert
Best Clothing Style: Simple
Number of Drugs I have taken: No illegal ones
Number of CDs I own: I have no idea. A lot.
Number of Piercings: 0
Number of Tattoos: 0
Number of things in my Past I Regret: I regret waiting for dumb people to stop being dumb
Name: Kathryn Elaine Gooch
Birthday: May 24, 1982
Birthplace: Vallejo, CA
Current Location: Napa, CA
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brownish Red
Height: 5’10”
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
Your Heritage: Did I mention that several years ago, they removed the "Fitz" suffix from Gooch? That should clue you in.... *cough*
The Shoes You Wore Today: I haven't put on shoes yet
Your Weakness: Procrastination and letting the actions of others affect me too much
Your Fears: being disappointed by certain things
Your Perfect Pizza: Cheese. Lots of cheese. And maybe Canadian bacon or sausage
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: I haven't really thought about it
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: I use the word "just" way too much
Thoughts First Waking Up: What time is it?
Your Best Physical Feature: I have been told that I have a pretty smile
Your Bedtime: Around midnight
Your Most Missed Memory: When none of my friends were married or otherwise engaged
Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi
MacDonalds or Burger King: Neither
Single or Group Dates: Group dates are not dates
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: Mocha or tea
Do you Smoke: No
Do you Swear: I guess that would depend on what you call swearing
Do you Sing: Fluently
Have you Been in Love: Yes
Do you want to go to College: Yes
Do you want to get Married: Depends on my mood
Do you believe in yourself: I believe that I am capable of many things
Do you get Motion Sickness: No
Do you think you are Attractive: Married men ask me why I'm not married, so figure this one out for yourself
Are you a Health Freak: No
Do you get along with your Parents: Yes
Do you like Thunderstorms: Sure
Do you play an Instrument: My voice is my instrument
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Technically, I think I should answer yes to this. That Nyquil stuff.
In the past month have you Smoked: No
In the past month have you been on Drugs: No
In the past month have you gone on a Date: No
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yes
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: No
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Ick
In the past month have you been on Stage: Sort of
In the past month have you been Dumped: No
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: No
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: No
Ever been Drunk: No
Ever been called a Tease: Probably
Ever been Beaten up: No
Ever Shoplifted: No
How do you want to Die: On stage, of course ;)
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Does this mean I haven't reached my full height yet??? Okay.....I want to be a Gretchen Nonnenburg for the 21st Century. Sal, can you smell it yet??? ;)
What country would you most like to Visit: Scotland is on my list for next year
In a Boy/Girl, you like...
----I would like to clarify that I like boys----
Favourite Eye Color: Dark brown or green
Favourite Hair Color: Dark
Short or Long Hair: I admit to liking longish hair
Height: At least 6'4" would be nice
Weight: Not stick thin, not Fat Albert
Best Clothing Style: Simple
Number of Drugs I have taken: No illegal ones
Number of CDs I own: I have no idea. A lot.
Number of Piercings: 0
Number of Tattoos: 0
Number of things in my Past I Regret: I regret waiting for dumb people to stop being dumb
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
I miss my show.
People are dumb.
They would rather have green girls that can't sing, flying automobiles, potty-mouthed con men and ABBA songs with horrible costumes over a nice love story with a heroine who has a moral conscience. And okay okay....also happens to include JB in the epitome of The Syndrome.
But still!!!!! That's even more proof of their dumbness!!!
Bah!!!!
Schedule
We may have a change of plan here.
I talked to Rebecca today. Our trip might be in June rather than April.
This depends somewhat on airfare.
Stupid airlines.
The calendar flips and they want blood.
Gah.
I talked to Rebecca today. Our trip might be in June rather than April.
This depends somewhat on airfare.
Stupid airlines.
The calendar flips and they want blood.
Gah.
A question
I was at the library today and saw a National Geographic titled something like "Nature's Fury" and I had a flashback to all those disaster NG's that Larry used to show on rainy days at school.
What is it with men and disasters???
What is it with men and disasters???
Words
Lyricists are funny.
I shall refrain from mentioning his name since I'm mocking him, but I just have to mention this.
The mystery man basically said that over the last 20 years, people have got into the habit of not listening to the lyrics when they go to show, blah blah blah.
Well sir, when the lyrics YOU write consist of gems such as
"I cannot resist his charms and his manly rugged arms," what do you expect????
Sheesh.
I shall refrain from mentioning his name since I'm mocking him, but I just have to mention this.
The mystery man basically said that over the last 20 years, people have got into the habit of not listening to the lyrics when they go to show, blah blah blah.
Well sir, when the lyrics YOU write consist of gems such as
"I cannot resist his charms and his manly rugged arms," what do you expect????
Sheesh.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Monday, November 07, 2005
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
That a woman conceived me, I thank her: that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right to trust none: and the fine is, for the which I may go the finer, I will live a bachelor."
--William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
--William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
Feeling . . . clamoured wildly. “Oh, comply!” it said. “. . . soothe him; save him; love him; tell him you love him and will be his. Who in the world cares for you? or who will be injured by what you do?” Still indomitable was the reply: “I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad—as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation . . . They have a worth—so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane—quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs.
--Charlotte Bronte--
Your Love, My Home
Home, the only place I know
Where the heart, the heart finds healing
When the night is cold and dark
Come just as you are
Home, your memory calls me home
Where I'm resting in your arms
It humbles me to know
No matter where I go
There will always be a place for me at home
And somewhere in the night I call your name
And somewhere in the night love answers me
I will never let you go
You will never know a night alone
I will make your love my home
Lost in a dream for something more
I found you were all I needed
You are the strength of us
Without you I'd be lost
There will never be another place like home
And somewhere in the night I call your name
Somewhere in the night love answers me
I will never let you go
You will never know a night alone
I will make your love my home
The road is long and I am weak
But through the rain I see
The light that leads me home
And somewhere in the night I call your name
Somewhere in the night love answers me
I will never let you go
You will never know a night alone
I will make your love my home
--Joshua Payne, Michael Omartian--
Bob
Hah!
Check out this picture of Roberto and Lorin Maazel, rehearsing for a concert in Valencia...
:)
:)
:)
Check out this picture of Roberto and Lorin Maazel, rehearsing for a concert in Valencia...
:)
:)
:)
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Ugh.
Statistics exam tomorrow.
Evil.
Very evil.
So, I was saying something about dreaming in the last post.
That was, of course, referring to daydreaming.
In nightdreaming news, I have this to report -
I have overcome a subconscious mental hurdle that has plagued me for quite some time.
I, Kathryn Gooch, have officially been kissed in a dream.
I don't ever remember being kissed in a dream.
I'm 23 years old, people.
If that doesn't clue you in that I've got issues, then nothing will.
*sigh*
Anyways, it was a letdown, let me tell ya.
It wasn't the guy that I wanted it to be.
I had never seen this guy before.
Cree-pay, dahlink.
He wasn't even what I would call remotely attractive.
I won't bore you with more details, but it was nothing to write home about.
Thus why I'm writing on the blog about it.
Heh.
Aren't you privileged.
And actually, all my dreams about men (okay, make that one particular man) usually take place at my church, in a theatre, or in a concentration camp.
Figure that out.
I also had a dream about a baby.
Watch out, folks.
Kissing and babies all in one night.
It's the in-between part that I seem to be missing.
I'm not sure if that's a very bad thing or a very good thing.
My one person fan club did end up talking to my boss.
Yay.
There is one important thing missing from the previous rambling about my estate.
THE sound.
MY sound.
What is THE MY sound, you ask?
It's the sound that brings to mind white poofy shirts, empire waist gowns, finger bowls, balls and Roger Hamley's wasps nest.
The sound of that white gravel stuff.
*sigh*
That's My sound.
Yick.
Stat exam in mere hours.
*metaphorically gags*
Oh, and just for the record...
That whole business of was there really a Shakespeare and did someone else write all those plays, etc.,...
I don't give a rat's retina if there was or wasn't or if some peasant from Hicksville wrote them.
Can't we just be glad that we have them in the first place?
Sheesh.
"Your wife and I didn't get on when we met last. I'm not saying she was very silly, but one of us was very silly, and it wasn't me."
-Elizabeth Gaskell
Statistics exam tomorrow.
Evil.
Very evil.
So, I was saying something about dreaming in the last post.
That was, of course, referring to daydreaming.
In nightdreaming news, I have this to report -
I have overcome a subconscious mental hurdle that has plagued me for quite some time.
I, Kathryn Gooch, have officially been kissed in a dream.
I don't ever remember being kissed in a dream.
I'm 23 years old, people.
If that doesn't clue you in that I've got issues, then nothing will.
*sigh*
Anyways, it was a letdown, let me tell ya.
It wasn't the guy that I wanted it to be.
I had never seen this guy before.
Cree-pay, dahlink.
He wasn't even what I would call remotely attractive.
I won't bore you with more details, but it was nothing to write home about.
Thus why I'm writing on the blog about it.
Heh.
Aren't you privileged.
And actually, all my dreams about men (okay, make that one particular man) usually take place at my church, in a theatre, or in a concentration camp.
Figure that out.
I also had a dream about a baby.
Watch out, folks.
Kissing and babies all in one night.
It's the in-between part that I seem to be missing.
I'm not sure if that's a very bad thing or a very good thing.
My one person fan club did end up talking to my boss.
Yay.
There is one important thing missing from the previous rambling about my estate.
THE sound.
MY sound.
What is THE MY sound, you ask?
It's the sound that brings to mind white poofy shirts, empire waist gowns, finger bowls, balls and Roger Hamley's wasps nest.
The sound of that white gravel stuff.
*sigh*
That's My sound.
Yick.
Stat exam in mere hours.
*metaphorically gags*
Oh, and just for the record...
That whole business of was there really a Shakespeare and did someone else write all those plays, etc.,...
I don't give a rat's retina if there was or wasn't or if some peasant from Hicksville wrote them.
Can't we just be glad that we have them in the first place?
Sheesh.
"Your wife and I didn't get on when we met last. I'm not saying she was very silly, but one of us was very silly, and it wasn't me."
-Elizabeth Gaskell
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