tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37115662011-04-22T07:12:15.961+02:00Silent Tunes<br>Why 'Silent Tunes'? Well, the title was vaguely connected with music, and sounded nice and obscure. I like obscure titles.Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1105464795794800742005-01-11T18:30:00.000+01:002005-01-12T12:59:39.963+01:00I am currently still updating Silent Tunes, but may soon switch to just anath/answer. Therefore, if you are an actual reader (gasp) you are encouraged to make the switch to the new site:
anath/answer
Well, here I am back in Budapest. I got home from the airport about ten last night, but of course I didn't go to sleep without surfing and reading first. Not surprisingly, I could barely keep my Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1104583132414935002005-01-01T13:30:00.000+01:002005-01-01T13:38:52.413+01:00I just finished putting together a new site and I want to beg anyone who stops by here to visit and give me suggestions. Please? Pretty please? Here's the link:
anath/answerRebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1102179297158776662004-12-04T16:45:00.000+01:002004-12-04T17:55:25.396+01:00It's been an awfully long time since I wrote but I don't really feel like apologizing, so I won't. The piano department at my school had a recital last night in which I took part, and I decided if it went well I would come on here and gloat. If it went badly I considered coming on here to sob. Fortunately, it turned out gloat-worthy. I've had trouble with uncontrollable nerves in the past, but Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1093970115179813142004-08-31T18:29:00.001+02:002004-08-31T19:47:23.590+02:00My angst tastes like...
Black Licorice
Find your angst's flavor
Unique and difficult to place, your angst finds its source in something you keep hidden. You have something serious and possibly traumatic, but you try to hide it from everyone and just tell them to ignore you when you seem troubled, that everything's really OK. You might think that you have good reasons for not telling people, and Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1090402429377836592004-07-21T11:18:00.000+02:002004-07-21T15:49:48.266+02:00Teaching is fun, did you know that? I, Rebekkah Laeuchli, have been teaching English for about three and a half weeks now to a very nice four year old French boy. He's extremely well-behaved. He already speaks some English and part of the class is just devoted to playing games and looking at books so he can practice that. The other part is trying to teach him to read. He's been going to an Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1087991177906030362004-06-23T13:38:00.000+02:002004-06-23T13:46:17.906+02:00There's no one like Leopold. No one.
I am in GABON! You have no idea how nice it is to be with everyone again. When I wake up in the morning I have to remember a) where I am, and b) what day it is. The answer to both is generally satisfactory, since I'm not supposed to be doing any practicing till next week.
My sister takes French lessons with a teacher at the embassy and I'm going to start Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1086369843462170292004-06-04T19:13:00.000+02:002004-06-04T19:24:03.510+02:00Hee hee hee. I was reading The Decameron and came across these lines:
"That which the women of the past possessed in their minds, is placed by modern women in the ornaments of the body. She whose clothes are most variegated and striped, with most ornaments, feels she ought to be much more esteemed and honoured than other women, forgetting that if such things were put on an ass it could carry farRebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1086087081634636632004-06-01T12:50:00.000+02:002004-06-01T12:56:06.930+02:00Don't look at the dates. It's been over a month, I know. Shameless, shameless.
My piano exam was last Friday. It went fine and I am relieved. Katalin said it showed well how much progress (according to her a lot) I've made since my last exam, which was in January. However (there's always an However), I'm still not on a very high level. Katalin said next year should show whether it will be Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1083087166068518152004-04-27T19:32:00.000+02:002004-05-07T22:03:38.250+02:00Bonjour! Je m'appelle Rebekkah. Je suis etudiante en musique.
Man, I hope that's spelled right. As you can see, after three lessons my vocabulary is still quite limited. I started French classes at the French Institute. It's very fun even though we move slowly. There are about ten people in my group. One is an old lady who generally has the most trouble, as she doesn't speak another language, Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1082051319216499132004-04-15T19:48:00.000+02:002004-04-15T19:52:30.733+02:00Chris, being Chris, had yet another piano repairman he wanted us to try out, so we did. Atticus was away for a week at the repairman's workshop (it was terrible) and returned last Friday. He is improved in that the keys are lighter now. They were too heavy before and were hurting my hands/arms/fingers. They are also somewhat more even, though a few are sticking again. According to the repairman Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1080324617346840602004-03-26T19:10:00.000+01:002004-03-26T19:29:53.483+01:00Lots has been happening, although probably not of any moment to anyone but myself and various near connections. To begin with, I'm not studying with Kristof any more. The lessons were going so well with Katalin that I knew I wanted to stick with her. I made more progress with her in a month than with Chris in half a year. In fact, I'd felt more like I'd gone backwards than forwards with him. Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1079293763407379992004-03-14T20:49:00.000+01:002004-03-14T20:52:32.763+01:00Ever seen the Magic Flute? I mean the Mozart opera, Die Zauberflöte. We had to listen to the ENTIRE plot summary in music history class. I always thought it was a stupid story, and have now been confirmed in my opinion. This is not to say anything against the music, you understand, just that the plot is a very heavy-handed allegory that gives you a headache. Unless you enjoy interpreting all the Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1078508563155289782004-03-05T18:42:00.000+01:002004-03-07T18:54:58.546+01:00It's been a hard day's night
and I've been workin' like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleepin' like a log
Well I was out buying a metronome today, and thought I'd just stop off and purchase a Beatles CD. So I did. My sister has recently acquired a taste for Beatles and has a friend who loves them. So they are somewhat stuck in my head.
I'm doing a month's worth of lessons withRebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1076238424626989542004-02-08T12:07:00.000+01:002004-02-08T12:14:40.140+01:00Due to the many requests for an update (well, two), I am hereby bestowing one upon my great public.
Blast it. I really don't have much to write about. I had a piano exam, which could have gone better but which at least wasn't a complete disaster. I've started a Beethoven sonata which I really like. Oh yeah, and I got glasses.
I hate them.
Contacts are infinitely superior. But the doctor who Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1074106676226029162004-01-14T19:57:00.000+01:002004-01-14T19:59:46.873+01:00Well, I'm back. *waves*
Africa was stupendous. In the first place, I saw my family again. In the second place, I spent my days swimming, kayaking, sunning, playing tennis, and watching movies. I feel refreshed, like my batteries are recharged. Now I'm back in Budapest and it feels COLD here. Though I have been assured it was much colder just after Christmas. But it not only feels cold it feels Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1070703587393469502003-12-06T10:39:00.000+01:002003-12-06T10:40:45.576+01:00Eleven more days! I have my plane ticket. I reach Gabon the eighteenth. I've just about had enough independence for one stretch. I was all right up until around Thanksgiving. Since then things went a little downhill. But hey, it's not so long now. And I'm going to be eighteen this Christmas. Maybe then people will stop looking horrified when I tell them I live alone. But probably not. After all, Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1069351398907063422003-11-20T19:03:00.000+01:002003-11-20T19:09:11.390+01:00I'm so depressed it's not funny. But I won't list the things wrong, since that would be excruciatingly boring. I must just pretend I'm concentrating on the third week of December when I fly to Gabon.
A bunch of concerts and operas are coming up that I have tickets to. Let you know how they are.Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1068574614962492162003-11-11T19:16:00.000+01:002003-11-11T19:17:20.170+01:00Daddy's visit was wonderful. Superb. And saying goodbye again was very depressing. Now I've started the countdown until Christmas, when I'll get to see not only him again but the entire family. Daddy and I did a lot of talking while he was here, catching up on all the news that didn't make it through emails. We visited various places we used to go to, and saw people we used to know when we were Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1066898050679934312003-10-23T10:34:00.000+02:002003-10-23T10:34:10.410+02:00*bursts out with the Ode to Joy*
Hurray!
*starts skipping around the room*
Daddy's coming to visit! He has a conference in Germany and is going to be stopping off in Budapest for a few days. He's arriving this Wednesday and leaving Sunday. I absolutely cannot wait!Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1066495312499806572003-10-18T18:41:00.000+02:002003-10-18T18:41:52.140+02:00Next week is fall break, which simply means I get to stay home from school and work on all the homework Bence (the solfege/theory teacher) gave. My piano lessons don't stop for anything as trivial as fall break, of course. We're going to Katalin's on Friday. I certainly hope I don't have any major memory lapses (I have to play without the score).
I'm having trouble uploading to our family's web Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1066064447034941802003-10-13T19:00:00.000+02:002003-10-14T19:56:25.626+02:00Ouch ouch ouch. I burned three fingers on my left hand while heating up lunch today. Pretty klutzy. This made practicing in the afternoon rather difficult. In case you didn't know, it's very painful to practice with burnt fingers. I kept having to stop and soak my hand in cool water. Then I'd start up again. Not an efficient method.
I have such nice new neighbors. An older couple used to live Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1065724566046052392003-10-09T20:36:00.000+02:002003-10-09T20:38:52.423+02:00I am exhausted and feel like hitting something. Or I might feel like crying, except I'm too tired and hungry.
How's that for a cheerful opening? The thing is, my piano lesson hit an all time low today, and so I feel...well, see above.
[sob] I want my family! [/sob]
Okay, I'm going to stop complaining now. Really.
I've started theory as well as solfege. The same teacher takes both classes; he Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1064259820197283042003-09-22T21:43:00.000+02:002003-09-22T21:43:39.736+02:00The sorting for music history classes was to take place today, so I went to the school this morning at nine, which was the specified time. No one showed up for the first half hour except one other girl. She also has finished high school in all subjects but music and thus like me has a flexible schedule. The teacher eventually came about half past, and said that he hadn't expected anyone to show Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1064059086716371752003-09-20T13:58:00.000+02:002003-09-20T14:01:28.926+02:00Judging by the way my clothes are fitting me, I think I've grown a bit thinner since I got back to Budapest. This isn't good, really, as I was quite thin enough already. Perhaps I'm over-reacting, but I have decided anyway to make an effort to eat more and better. Better here meaning more of stuff that's supposed to be good for you.
It's Saturday, and I'm waiting for my weekly load of e-mails Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1064003620835901912003-09-19T22:33:00.000+02:002003-09-19T22:39:37.346+02:00You will not believe this: I found out when my solfege classes will be.
You will easily believe this: It is not yet decided when the music literature classes will meet, or even who is in which group. I have to go back on Monday in an attempt to find out.
Both Katalin and Chris thought it was a rotten idea to wait on theory lessons. As they said, I should start as soon as possible. So Katalin Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1063829319364812672003-09-17T22:08:00.000+02:002003-09-17T22:10:50.973+02:00You'd think it would be easy to find out when your classes start, wouldn't you? I mean, you would think this would be readily available information. Ha! Ha ha ha ha!
Which is to say that the schedule had not been posted yet when I went to the school this morning.
It was very enjoyable talking over material for the coming year with Chris and Katalin. Here's a rough draft of the material we want Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1063710169171394962003-09-16T13:02:00.000+02:002003-09-16T13:02:49.373+02:00Off I trotted to the music school this morning, and found out which solfege group I'm in (beginning). I'm going to have a different teacher from the one I had before though. For Sarah's benefit: tall, blond, glasses, young. He said I wouldn't start theory yet until I'd gotten further with solfege. That's certainly okay by me, but I'm not sure Kristof will be too pleased. He was looking forward toRebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1063102215925553902003-09-09T12:10:00.000+02:002003-09-20T14:01:11.160+02:00I have two pieces of general information to impart:
First off, if you listen to a good bit of Schoenberg during the day, you will quite likely find Schoenberg playing in your head at night. You may or may not find this pleasant.
Secondly, egg is very hard to clean up off the floor. I was trying to fry a breaded cutlet last Saturday night; it was a fiasco from the beginning. Don't get me wrong: Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1061930561819572192003-08-26T22:42:00.000+02:002003-08-26T22:42:41.823+02:00I am glad to say I am surfing from my own computer now, using a temporary connection that's a bit cheaper than the Internet cafe if used after certain hours. I still haven't managed to get a permanent connection set up, and the whole complicated thing is driving me nuts. It would have been so simple if ADSL were only available in my area. But it appears to available mainly across the river in Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-1061223034161369802003-08-18T18:10:00.000+02:002003-08-26T22:25:54.020+02:00*yawn*
Bit jet-lagged.
Well, I'm back in Budapest, and temporarily surfing from Internet cafes. The summer in the States was enjoyable, over all. Florida was wonderful, and camp was fun, though I was completely exhausted by the end of it. Keep you on your toes, they do. But I auditioned for and played in one of the Honors' Recitals at the end, which was fun.
I got back to Hungary Wednesday, Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-951592752003-06-01T20:14:00.000+02:002003-06-01T20:14:39.000+02:00I'm using my grandparents' computer at the moment. These are my grandparents who live in West Virginia. We made it back to the States! It's really freaky different. And we haven't done much today (we arrived yesterday) but stay home, play cards, and eat snacks. These would be various American snacks, like Twinkies, Doritos, and doughnuts. But anyway, that's why I have Internet access at the Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-946483982003-05-20T21:59:00.000+02:002003-05-20T22:06:48.000+02:00You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling he/she is dreaming. Quite effective; the kiss that never lessens and always blows your partner away like the first time.
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Living alone is scary, exciting, and breezily fun.
I should get to those Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-923557612003-04-10T14:37:00.000+02:002003-04-10T14:39:48.000+02:00*grinds teeth*
I lost my solfege homework.
Don't worry, I'm not going to devote an entire entry to complaining about solfege again. But I will complain just mention that I'm freakin' exhausted and setting up the new apartment and piano may end up being the death of me. The apartment is very nice though, and the piano is gorgeous.
Summer is inching closer. I'm excited about going back to the Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-910046422003-03-19T19:28:00.000+01:002003-03-20T07:36:21.000+01:00Hahahahaha!
Solfege is looking up. Temporarily, at least. And when I have a successful solfege lesson (as I did today) I feel like saying 'Ha!'. See above. We only used five tones (no fa or ti) today which made the dictation a whole lot easier. Afterwards the teacher said I did well, was first ready with the dictation, blah blah blah. Which wasn't completely true, but I liked hearing it anyway. Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-900584142003-03-03T18:18:00.000+01:002003-03-03T21:41:02.000+01:00It's time I updated this thing: my wide readership (hi there!) of two must be getting impatient.
This Saturday we travel to Swizterland for the Fasnacht festival in Basel. We will stay with our grandparents and hopefully have a heck of a time. I intend to forget there even exists such a thing as solfege. I don't care if my teacher is mildly cute. I don't care if he's nice and easy-going. At theRebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-890419702003-02-13T18:38:00.000+01:002003-02-13T18:42:01.000+01:00Yesterday I had my first lessons at the music school. The music history was fun, and not very hard to follow. After all, we spend a good percentage of the time just listening to music. The solfege was something else. Half the time I couldn't figure out what the teacher wanted the class to do (this was due to language problems), and I also had a little trouble adjusting to the do-re-mi system.
Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-884268642003-02-02T18:11:00.000+01:002003-02-02T18:11:36.130+01:00My poor little stories are being terribly neglected. I haven't done any writing in a long time. Kor, Mitha, Rephal, and Javan will get nowhere at this rate, and they have a good deal planned to happened to them. Similarly, the lives of Holly, Tom, Margaret, and Robin are at a standstill. I wish my characters were more amusing. They take themselves too seriously. Robin helps Holly not to do this Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-877973762003-01-21T20:44:00.000+01:002003-01-21T20:44:43.720+01:00My teacher gave me four freakin' pieces to memorize by Monday. I hope I manage to pound it all into my brain because on Monday we're going to Katalin's. I'm going to have a lesson with her every third Monday. On Thursday we're going to visit a music school that I may be able to register at in order to get my student visa. If it works out I should take solfege and music history there.
We went toRebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-872622532003-01-11T14:20:00.000+01:002003-01-11T14:23:10.000+01:00If one hears a beautiful song or sees a beautiful landscape, I notice that it tends to make one unhappy. People cry when they listen to music. Why does beauty give them an ache at the heart? It's not just an ache: it's a sense of exclusion. A view from a mountain top makes me feel that way. I can delight in it, but I feel outside of it.
When one sees something ugly it's often disturbing, but notRebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-872346332003-01-10T22:08:00.000+01:002003-01-10T22:49:18.000+01:00Which Annoying Two Towers Character are You?By Lisa
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You see, we went to see The Two Towers today, and I'm all in the mood. I give the Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-871230922003-01-08T19:33:00.000+01:002003-01-10T20:29:54.000+01:00Plans are being laid for the summer! We leave Budapest the first week in June for a month's vacation in Florida. I think we'll get to Washington DC on July 6th; I can't wait to see my friends there again. Added to this, I'll be meeting an online friend for the first time. She, Sarah, and I are going to summer camp in South Carolina for July 13-18. I have no idea what it will be like: the only Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-869688512003-01-05T19:46:00.000+01:002003-01-06T14:06:10.000+01:00Yesterday I listened to the entire CD of Glenn Gould's 1981 recording of Bach's Goldberg Variations. It impressed me greatly: his perfomance was very personal and introverted. It was a bit like being in a world that continually turned inward on itself. Of course, added to this was his technical skill and a good deal of eccentricity.
On the other hand, not too long ago I listened to Angela HewittRebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-869677772003-01-05T19:15:00.000+01:002003-01-05T19:50:51.000+01:00On Thursday I got my last SAT scores, Writing and Latin. I wasn't really worried about the Writing, and I got a score of 700 (out of 800) on it. But I was pretty scared about the Latin. By the time I got to the last questions on the test, I was sure I was getting at least half of them wrong, and was likely to get a below-average score. Which would have been pretty humiliating since the average Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-846213212002-11-16T15:28:00.000+01:002002-11-16T15:28:18.536+01:00I'm coming closer to a decision as to whether I will be staying in Budapest after my family leaves. We met with Katalin again last Wednesday, and she recommended I try it for a year and then see. Which was pretty much what I'd thought of doing.
I have definitely decided that I want to do at least another year of music. In all other subjects I've finished highschool, but am not ready to go to a Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-827481212002-10-09T19:29:00.000+02:002002-10-09T19:29:20.720+02:00How glorious! Sarah and I have tickets to go see The Marriage of Figaro in November. It's at the Erkel Theatre though, not the Opera House, which is a pity as the Opera House is lovely.
We have The Marriage of Figaro on video, and have been wanting to see it live. I can't wait!Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-825600312002-10-05T18:14:00.000+02:002002-10-05T18:14:19.273+02:00Oh for crying out loud. I want to write in this thing, but the only news I have is that we're supposed to get a new piano soon.Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-823162732002-09-30T17:30:00.000+02:002002-10-01T20:08:43.000+02:00Let's see, it's been over a month since I last wrote here. I was in Greece (Corfu) for September, and before that my interest in this blog thing was flagging. But I have decided not to desert it: I like the background and color scheme.
The day before we left for Corfu my teacher took me to play for Katalin, his old teacher. She was very nice and had a wonderful piano, but I was scared. Nervous. Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-806565162002-08-24T17:50:00.000+02:002002-08-24T17:50:28.676+02:00Happy birthday to me...Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-805726542002-08-22T18:02:00.000+02:002002-08-22T18:02:19.486+02:00Well, I didn't have to go to the party, to my extreme delight: I'll give Dori the present when I see her on Sunday. My piano lesson actually went quite well, despite the stumbling start with the Bach piece.Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-805646582002-08-22T14:04:00.000+02:002002-08-22T14:05:40.000+02:00[whine]
I don't want to go to the party tonight (even though I finally got a present to bring), I don't want to have a piano lesson today, and I am sick and tired of allergies.
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In other news, this Saturday is my birthday. Not my real one of course, since that's on Christmas Day. But we always have the party (a family one) in the summertime, and I'm naturally looking forward to it. AndRebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-805329322002-08-21T20:55:00.000+02:002002-08-21T20:55:41.430+02:00Well I nobly trudged through Buda and Pest today looking for a present for Dori, but did I find one? No indeed. Perhaps if I'm extremely lucky I won't have to go to the party; I always feel like such a freak when going to one of these things.Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-804778552002-08-20T17:26:00.000+02:002002-08-20T17:28:12.000+02:00Well, happy St. Stephen's Day. Maybe the fireworks will be on next week. I'm glad to have the holiday anyway.
Tomorrow I have to get a birthday present for Dori. I like giving people presents, but I'm always afraid they aren't going to like what I get them. It's worse when, as in this case, I don't know the person too well.
I'm rereading Pride and Predjudice for the umpteenth time. I really Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-804315432002-08-19T17:33:00.000+02:002002-08-19T17:33:28.213+02:00I don't even want to think about piano. Today's lesson was immensely tough as well as lasting longer than it was supposed to. I memorized the Bach pieces beforehand, but when I had to play them for my teacher I forgot measures I know I knew. I'm not sure if I over- or under-practiced them, or if I was just nervous. In any case, I'm half-dead. At least he seemed pleased with the Debussy Arabesque.Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-804251752002-08-19T14:12:00.000+02:002002-08-19T14:13:41.000+02:00Thank goodness tomorrow's a holiday (St. Stephen's Day). We were supposed to go see the fireworks, but they may be cancelled due to the flooding. This would have been the first year we would have seen them, and so I'm hoping they will be only delayed a week at the worst.Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711566.post-803978752002-08-18T21:31:00.000+02:002002-08-19T14:18:41.000+02:00A blog. I've always thought blog sounded most peculiar. And now I've got one. Exactly who's going to read it is beyond me, but I figure it can't do me any harm to write in it. And besides, I'm rather pleased with the gargoyle background, which I got from CastleTrash.com.
My piano teacher is making me work like heck for the audition in two weeks. I don't like to work like heck. And what if Rebekkahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02933721605996358283noreply@blogger.com0