I have no idea what I'm doing in this picture, but I'm sure it was cool at the time. One thing that no one can dispute is that this picture gets me the ladies. This is evidenced, of course, by the fact that I am still single have a well-mannered and mature disposition. In other news, I will be playing in Merkin Hall, New York, Saturday night. If you're interested, I have no idea how you get tickets, how expensive they are, and how you get there. Luckily, you're not interested. However, on Sunday, May 2, 7:30 pm:Schubert's Piano Quintet, "The Trout" at Mannes Concert Hall Jina Choi, violin; Soomi Bae, viola; Adrian Fung, cello; Jeff Lehmberg, bass; Benedicte Jourdois, pianoThe News Archive
You'll be happy to know that, with the world of possibilities afforded me by my sleek digital camera, I have decided to plumb this new-found and vast potential of technology by taking as many pictures of omelettes as I can.
I was actually thinking of having this picture bronzed and put on my mantel. This is, by far, the best picture ever taken. By me, I mean. This was taken the first night I got it, when I didn't know how to use the 'zoom' lens yet. I almost got hit by a car taking this shot; I was standing too close to the curb. So the best picture I've ever taken in my life almost cost me my life, which is why, for the most part, I stick with the omelettes now.
So the concert last Tuesday went well. The last note, in particular, got David, my violist, the one on the far right, into super recline. You see, the whole piece is forty-five minutes long, and, as you can tell, it's hard on David's back. Look at Andrew's posture, who is on the far left. He's like an Obus Form super graduate.
I'd like to thank Calvin Wan for taking the picture, perfectly timed to capture the last note in Beethoven's String Quartet, Opus 132. I'd also like to thank Jon for the use of his camera and everything else for the concert. Click the following links for more pictures: Beginning, Middle, Applause.
Alli has helped me with the archives, ladies and gentlemen! Thanks to her, we have the Irrefragable archives, and the News Archive. This may mean so little to some of you that I should quickly go onto my next 'news' item.
My quartet came over today for dinner. Afterwards, we played Battle Tetris, in rounds. David, my violist, lost every single game he played, which just goes to show that viola is his thing. And Tetris is mine. The four of us played Monopoly afterwards, and Andrew, who was playing for his first time, destroyed us. That is, until Yuri, David and I teamed up and stole all his money. It was a fun night which means, ultimately, that tomorrow must be Monday.
Alli and I have been working to get you the archives. Realize that this is a big endeavour and that Alli even resorted, at one point, to asking me, because I exercise a lot of control over anything electronic, "WHY? Tell me WHY it doesn't work?!"
Realize fully how much we care about this site's readership, even though there still are no archives. I'm planning on sleeping and, as I'm a believer in archive palingenesis, they will magically materialize some day. With my set of unequaled talents, I've been told this is my only plan of action.
In other news, currently, I have -2 dollars in my bank account. So click on the Canadian link in my website's Store, and buy a zillion CDs. I don't know about you, but this sounds like a fabulous idea.
Upcoming concerts:Beethoven String Quartet, Opus 132 Tuesday, April 20, 2004, 8 pm Alice Tully Hall, Lincoln Center Andrew Wan, violin Yuri Cho, violin David Samuel, viola Adrian Fung, cello
Mannes Repertory Orchestra Friday, April 23, 2004, 8 pm The Mannes Concert Hall
Oh man. I don't know what to say guys. Welcome to all the new visitors. But, being honest, I should tell you all that I won't be updating too often as an important concert's coming up. As a result, I will cease to be present in any type of way until the warmer climes of post-performance. If you'd like to see someone half-dead play in the New York area, do come and listen: I'll be performing in Beethoven's String Quartet, Opus 132, at Alice Tully Hall, Lincoln Center, this coming Tuesday (April 20) at 8 pm. Posts may still be scarce after the concert, as afterwards, I plan to nurse myself from a deep state of crapulence -- and, when I say that, I don't mean anything to do with crap and I certainly don't mean alcohol. As my mom's in town, and been cooking her famed onion porkchops, I'm talking about the coma that comes after eating lots of food, which I plan on doing Wednesday. But I guess on Thursday one might say crap has something to do with it.
Here is the Picture of the Day. This was taken by my sister when we were all back at home in December. I had brought down my laptop to write a post when Sticker, who never really takes 'no' for an answer (ask our carpet-cleaner), decided I was sitting there for no other reason then to have him on my lap. Look at how his ears droop in unconcerned repose. Tell me that's not adorable.
And, yes, my shirt is pink. My mom says it's cool. Update: My teacher just called me at work and told me that my music was at his house; I had left it there after my lesson on Friday. The fact that I realized I had lost it on Sunday, I'm sure, impresses him. The good news is that my hypothesis -- being that, because of an immediate need for fiber, I ate the Barber Sonata in hungry hysteria -- was sorely misappropriated.
One person wrote in wanting to see what's so great about Famiglia's Pizza. And so I took a picture of it. It's half-eaten because I have a lot of self-control. This pizza is called Prima Vera, which, in Italian, is short for "over 6 dollars Canadian". Tomato, spinach, broccoli, green peppers, mushrooms.
I noticed today that one of the Korean musicians in my school was wearing these jeans. On the front pantleg, it said, "My sun glory morning in your face." And then, on the backpocket, it said "Literate". I find that funny. Like, after 30 years of bombarding North America with the most horrible English on the planet, one of their companies has the audacity to plant -- on the posterior of their product, even -- something that it obviously has never been.
The concert went well, I think. I had wanted one of my friends to take a picture of us while performing that night, but, to be quite frank, nobody, not even me, seems to know how to handle the thing. It's like a beast, man. So here's a picture of the cellists in the orchestra during our dress rehearsal. That's me in the purple shirt. (Yes, I'm wearing purple. It's manly.) Next to me, is my best friend in New York, Louis-Philippe Robillard. I'm keeping the shot small so you don't see how blurry it is; coincidentally, it also makes you think that I've befriended a cellist with two left arms.
Irrepressible has been updated. Wistful poetry. All I can say is listening to Sarah McLachlan will do that to you.
A few of you jealous readers have commented that I seem to make Ma Puo Tofu a lot. But I'll have you know that I have also added to my repertoire, at least, for as long as the jar my sister bought me lasts, red chicken Thai curry. Admittedly, all the pictures I have posted involving my food has looked a little bit like puke -- but I blame it on the camera.
Tonight at 8pm: The Mannes Orchestra will be performing at Alice Tully Hall, Lincoln Center. If you're in the New York area, don't come. If I wasn't playing, I'd be at Borders in Columbus Circle trying to meet Yo-Yo Ma.
Good morning, early risers. It's Sunday morning and I have good news: There's another Irrefragable post.
Also, though I realize that I had promised to post more pictures of my trip to the practice center, it became more and more obvious to me that it was -- how do I put this? -- not interesting at all. But for the sake of the camera -- of which has enthralled me to the point where I'm taking pictures of anything that is interesting or colourful or.. around -- there'll still be random pictures. In the summer, however, I intend to take the camera to its full potential. Whatever that means.
Last night, I had two friends over, Dave and Yuri. They're from my quartet. They're holding my signature Ma Puo Tofu. They're smiling because they haven't tried it yet.
So I had a performance class this morning where everyone was supposed to play an orchestral excerpt. Which is exciting. Mainly because I had no idea this was going to happen. I just have to say that Mozart's "Overture to the Marriage of Figaro" is made doubly hard when, for the past twelve hours, the only thing I've been holding is a pillow.
Thank God because it went pretty well, though, all things considered.
Reverse psychology: I slept at five last night because I love it when that happens. While I'm at it: Zits. I love them.
For my birthday, courtesy of my sister, I now have a very nice digital camera. Thank you, Melodie. Now with a digital camera, I expect to update more often because pictures are, as the clicheeeeeee (as you can see, I'm of the school where, if you don't know how to get an acute accent, six extra Es will suffice) goes, worth a thousand words. In which, speaking of words, with my schedule nowadays as it stands, I have only three: "Picture Of (insert picture of something)."
I have no idea what I'm doing in this picture, but I'm sure it was cool at the time. One thing that no one can dispute is that this picture gets me the ladies. This is evidenced, of course, by the fact that I 
You'll be happy to know that, with the world of possibilities afforded me by my sleek digital camera, I have decided to plumb this new-found and vast potential of technology by taking as many pictures of omelettes as I can.
I was actually thinking of having this picture bronzed and put on my mantel. This is, by far, the best picture ever taken. By me, I mean. This was taken the first night I got it, when I didn't know how to use the 'zoom' lens yet. I almost got hit by a car taking this shot; I was standing too close to the curb. So the best picture I've ever taken in my life almost cost me my life, which is why, for the most part, I stick with the omelettes now.
The News Archive
So the concert last Tuesday went well. The last note, in particular, got David, my violist, the one on the far right, into super recline. You see, the whole piece is forty-five minutes long, and, as you can tell, it's hard on David's back. Look at Andrew's posture, who is on the far left. He's like an Obus Form super graduate. 
One person wrote in wanting to see what's so great about Famiglia's Pizza. And so I took a picture of it. It's half-eaten because I have a lot of self-control. This pizza is called Prima Vera, which, in Italian, is short for "over 6 dollars Canadian". Tomato, spinach, broccoli, green peppers, mushrooms.
The concert went well, I think. I had wanted one of my friends to take a picture of us while performing that night, but, to be quite frank, nobody, not even me, seems to know how to handle the thing. It's like a beast, man. So here's a picture of the cellists in the orchestra during our dress rehearsal. That's me in the purple shirt. (Yes, I'm wearing purple. It's manly.) Next to me, is my best friend in New York, Louis-Philippe Robillard. I'm keeping the shot small so you don't see how blurry it is; coincidentally, it also makes you think that I've befriended a cellist with two left arms.
A few of you jealous readers have commented that I seem to make Ma Puo Tofu a lot. But I'll have you know that I have also added to my repertoire, at least, for as long as the jar my sister bought me lasts, red chicken Thai curry. Admittedly, all the pictures I have posted involving my food has looked a little bit like puke -- but I blame it on the camera.