The Vineyards

The second Maxtor to fail me in six months will soon be sent back to its nest. The two weeks following its breakdown were spent in building my system back up to the point it was before that failure. The following three weeks went into solving a problem that resulted from these procedures, associated to the age of Asgaard.

Fortunately, from the ruins I could salvage nearly the entire contents of the broken partition - including my thousands of completely random and unorganized Mp3 files. In fact, the only losses were one anime series, one anime movie, and a number of partially downloaded files that would probably still not have completed - so I consider this bit a bonus.

All this work (and no play) happened during the misplaced end of term in college, into which more work hours have been put than into the rest of the semester. After that, my vacation began. It was a thursday. The last day of vacation was friday. On monday I was back to school, trying in deep despair to find classes to attend, since the system gave me next to none.

As a result, this term I am part of the school chorus, and in early December I will be in a big hall, on stage with another hundred people, singing that the Cherub steht vor Gott. Beethoven's 9th symphony, 4th movement, better known as "Ode to Joy" - in all its German glory.

And at the end of the presentation, to add dramacity to the act, one of the Tenors will die.

Yes, I am a Tenor. Who could ever guess. Who could, rather, ever imagine I would come to know it, after joining a chorus and singing Beethoven's 9th.

The few hours each week I do not have the 9th echoing in my head I am paying attention to intrincate techniques to read and transcribe old manuscripts, or trying to determine if a picture is result of carvings in metal, wood or rock. USP is a place of great randomness.

During these most stressing and strange times, what free time I was granted went into reading lots and lots of manga (which I should had read months ago, when they were being released - dumb, dumb) and playing a game or two. Will to post there was none. Truly your forgiveness I implore.

For now, nothing beyond this. I must hurry and enjoy this beautiful saturday of bright cloudiness, before someone calls me to say I am late.

Of course I am. No news there, eh?

Posted by Etienne at October 2, 2004 03:25 PM