My inbox has been a little quieter lately after The Mailbag post in Irrefragable. In its place, I received several pieces of junkmail. One of them said: HEaLtH InSuRAnCE. On principle, I refuse health insurance from anyone who must do such an annoying thing.
When my days have dwindled down to practising, sitting, and eating, writing News of the Days get harder and harder. Like, how do you write something with any intellectual weight when, for the whole day, you've concerned yourself only with putting the correct foot into the correct shoe?
I had told myself that, if time permits, I would go biking everyday to keep in shape. Thankfully, we have had rain for the past two days, and there's nothing quite like backing out of previous resolve on account of the weather.
I have decided I want to take a German course this coming fall. This is a grand idea since one year of Korean at McGill coupled with my natural talent for foreign tongue had given me three very useful phrases: "Nice shoes", "You're beautiful", and "Can I have your phone number?" My problem is three-fold: no one understands me when I try to say the last sentence; no one cares to hear what I have to say after the first sentence; and German is by no means easier than Korean.
A recent visitor from Merrimack, New Hampshire, who came by under a Google search, has asked the question that I'm sure we have all asked ourselves from time to time. And that is, "how do you trim your sideburns like rappers"?
After an hour of practising today, I went out for a bike ride. Many who had seen what happened to me the last time might wonder why I'd do this. The answer is, as of yet, unknown.
I haven't updated many of the writing pages on the site for a while. I've been trying to do something with my days other than sit in front of a computer. But something will be coming soon. Maybe I'll write another poem. I can just feel the excitement on your end.
THIS IS HOW YOU SPELLED IT: collossal. but really the CORRECT way of spelling it is : colossal. notice your mistake?! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... I found a spelling mistake on the king of spelling!! I'm so happy right now,
Welcome to my UK visitor, coming by the site under the query, "He flexed his collossal biceps". I'd just like to say that you have certainly come to the right place since, when I decide to flex my biceps, they are indeed collossal.
Today, I went to a barbecue and behaved myself, eating only one hamburger and one hot dog. However, I lost it when they put out those assorted chocolate cookies that come in tin boxes. Two of my other friends and I cleaned the tray out within a matter of minutes. A pyrrhic victory.
My friends are going to the Biftheque Steakhouse tonight. So let's call the whole thing off.
Anyway, one of my friends told me that tipping the scale at 170 would actually make me 'overweight' by a Body Mass Index chart she found on the net. Luckily, if you will notice, I am only 168 pounds.
As I mentioned two days ago, I have gained weight; I've come to the conclusion that it was simply hard not to. For instance, last night, I saw myself at a post-concert reception where there was pate, pizza, cake, and cheese platters. This, inevitably, forced me to diet heartily on carbs at ten pm. Prior to the concert I had gorged myself on Chinese food and eaten more than my share of fortune cookies. One of my fortunes actually said, "You have absolutely no self-control. Put me down. Your lucky numbers are: DO NOT EAT ME."
I was planning on going for a bike ride this afternoon in light of my recent weight gain. But then it started to drizzle and we all know that rain is extremely dangerous. So instead, I went to my friend's house and played video games. I do what I can, you know?
Smoked meat in Montreal is great. I ate fifteen dollars worth with my quartet when we visited the city. I now weigh 168 pounds. To understand my concern, you need to know that I spent the previous part of my life not weighing 168 pounds. Decidedly, my friends have told me they can't see where all these pounds went. Which could be the start of something cool. To hide all the weight-gaining in, say, your toes. One has to admit that buying larger shoes weighs less on the esteem than having to buy larger pants.
Tomorrow is the final concert at Hamilton Place. If you want to listen to Carmina Burana, Prokofiev's Romeo and Julliet, and all other things non-hip hop, email.
Right now I'm in an internet cafe in downtown Montreal. My quartet decided to come into town for a few hours. There is no internet where we're staying and it's been a pretty intense week. Sorry for those who have tried to email; around August 11th, my account capsized in the sheer weight of kilobytes and so, if I don't respond, perhaps it would be best if you wrote again.
There has been nothing exciting to write about. We played the Beethoven Opus 132 last Wednesday in Valcourt, Quebec; the small-town audience was very appreciative, generous with standing ovations and even flowers at the second curtain call. The town was heavy with the smell of horse dung, however, and, nice as they were, we were happy to leave.
This following two weeks will be busy ones for me. Alas, the damage I sustained on my arm is slowly healing, which means that guilt-free time away from the cello is scarce. Maybe in the last week of August, there'll be something else to look for on the Rap Media page. A few requests came in for another Freestyle Sunday, but my quartet has just arrived in town and what in my day isn't left for rehearsing will be reserved for getting there. This coming Sunday, we'll be heading to Orford, Quebec, for a week.
I say this all in order to apologize if updates are few, knowing full well that whenever I have said this in the past, my productivity on the site nearly tripled.
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