Reminder: I am still a very new cellist.  I’m recording as a progress check.

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Hell Poem

November 19, 2008

It’s 7:16pm but it feels much later.  I’m standing in the kitchen with a slice of undercooked pizza in one hand, and a blank look on my face.

This is Hell.

I’ve got a beer and a day old shirt.  I commented on the cold and the delivery man made a snide remark.  He was late, and got the miniscule tip he deserved.  Angry thoughts continue to flow unchecked through my mind.  The pizza was cut unevenly, with some sliver-like pieces.  I’m not even enjoying the beer.

Upstairs is Heaven.

Literally.  Everything will fade: the economy, the cold, the uncertainty, the anger, all of it.  I will sit, breathe, and play the cello.  Handel’s Messiah.  The world will dissolve into nothing and sweet music will fill me in.

This is Hell by comparison, I’ve got heaven in strings just up the stairs.

© 2008

Slow Saturday

August 31, 2008

Last night’s party was excellent, even though it lasted until after 3 am.  The social interaction alone was worth it, and meeting so many other cyclists was bonus!  Sure, it meant I slept through most of the day today, but I’m thankful to have been invited.

After some beautiful outdoor cello practice, I got caught up watching some insane cycling videos on youtube and digave.com.  I got a big kick out of the Ice Biking video (see below), keep an eye out for the ice sailing guy!  The worst idea I had all day was to ride my bike after watching these videos.  It’s OK, I didn’t ride like that.

Mr. Bieniek Playing the Violin

Accidentally great dinner
While out on my bike, I managed to accidentally have an excellent dinner experience: to reiterate what many of you already know, I am currently learning to play the cello.  I was lucky enough to pick, without prior knowledge, the restaurant where my instructor plays. What a fortunate coincidence!  It would be an incredible understatement to say “he’s really good,” but what else can I say?  I enjoyed the experience tremendously.  He, and his accordion accompaniment, played all kinds of music.  My favorite was their version of Chicago – 25 or 6 to 4.  I asked them to play something amazing and they sure did.  Pictures do this moment no justice, but I’ll include one anyway.   Mr. Bieniek teaches several stringed instruments: guitar, mandolin, violin, cello, etc.  Here is a picture of him from dinner, playing an excellent rendition of Dick Dale – Misirlou on the violin.  It was easily the coolest version I’ve ever heard, much more interesting than the original, which I like very much.

Sorry for the sub-par picture quality, all I had on me was a cheap camera phone; and yes, that is my bicycle in the background, locked to a tree.

Videos:
From Digave.com.

Ice biking on the Charles:
Monster Track V

Artistic Cycling:
After dinner, while looking up more information about fixies (read: pics of fixie girls), I came across this amazing video. It feels rather understated.

Bike to work, day 69

August 8, 2008

I am out of my routine.  I’ve been going to bed later, waking up later, and riding slow.  I had hoped getting to bed early Wednesday would help, it didn’t.  I still cannot seem to drag myself out of bed before 5:30am.

22:30, 6.5mi
64ºF, Odo 1681mi
avg 17.4mph, max 28.3mph

Regardless of the slogging sloth-y nature of my morning, the ride was beautiful.  My aim was to have the most enjoyable ride in, and I succeded.  I was listening to Beethoven’s 7th symphony, with my arms stretched out to the sky, as I rode down a tree lined road, floating through my morning.  The sunlight caught the tops of the trees, or peaked at me between the houses.  Once I arrived on the Fidelity campus, I was further surrounded by trees.  The rich greens were overwelming.  It was a sea of shaded, living, beauty.  What an amazing world we live in!

20:41, 6.5mi
72ºF, Odo 1688mi
avg 19.0mph, max 27.8mph
*light rain

I pushed a bit, and tried counting my cadence.  When I pushed myself I was doing about 80 cycles a minute.  The bike shop guy said 90 was where I should be.  I like pushing hard for longer.  It feels like I’m getting more done than just spinning in place.