It's been a while, but I thought I'd share some pictures. First, from our rare snow day earlier this semester:



Then from my first experiment with pasta-making (using my present from Mom and Dad!):


Good stuff. On Tuesday I go to Indianapolis to get a bone scan done on my wrist; hopefully that will contribute to some sort of diagnosis. And Spring Break is just a week away...

This is an extremely busy and stressful week, so just a quick note. On my way home kinda late from school, I craved sesame chicken, so I stopped by the grocery store and grabbed some chicken. (I haven't had much non-seafood meat in quite a while.) I found a recipe on the internet and quickly put it together. Problem was, the sauce fizzed a lot, and didn't thicken well. In fact, it fizzed so much that it almost boiled over. I took it off the heat and let it cool off, and that's when I realized my mistake: absentmindedly, I'd replaced the corn starch with baking powder! I can tell this recipe *would* probably be good...

The moral of the story is, don't improvise too much with important things like food when you're tired!

The hot fudge on ice cream, however, more than made up for it.

It's beautiful outside!

Beautiful to look at, anyway. Everything's pretty and white, so I didn't mind so much that my bike was slipping all over on my inexplicably unplowed road. Actually, it reminded me of mountain biking with Nate in the LA area a few years ago: on steep hills I often stand up to get more power, but that reduces the weight on the back tire and you slip and slide and go nowhere... But honestly, I'm happy to have a "real" winter for once in southern Indiana, cold, snow, and all.

Things are going well for me right now: a week and a half ago I gave my first ever conference presentation, in Florida, and it went well; classes are generally going well, though I'm too busy (I don't think I can keep the second job next year), almost every day Barack Obama does something that impresses me, plus I'm getting married (eventually). Let's hope this continues!

By way of proving my continuing existence, here are a few photos from break. They're from the Canadian side of Lake Erie, where the lake clearly had been frozen over but was not any more. When we visited, it was a bunch of shards of ice, arranged in fascinating patterns, heaving on the waves.







Now back to work preparing lessons for the week...

You know the facilities office's email is serious when they break out the red.

The Housatonic at Bulls Bridge is clearly different from the one Ives and Robert Johnson saw at Stockbridge:



Contented river in thy dreamy realm
The cloudy willow and the plumy elm:
Thou beautiful! from ev'ry dreamy hill
What eye but wanders with thee at thy will.

Contented river! And yet overshy
To mask thy beauty from the eager eye;
Hast thou a thought to hide from field and town?
In some deep current of the sunlit brown.

Ah! there's a restive ripple,
And kind the swift red leaves
September's firstlings faster drift;
Wouldst thou away, dear stream?

Come, whisper near!
I also of much resting have a fear;
Let me tomorrow thy companion be,
By fall and shallow to the adventurous sea!

I think there are three main reasons I haven't been blogging at all the past two months. First, I got engaged and it's hard to do that subject justice on a blog but at the same time it seemed silly to blog about something else and ignore this. Suffice it to say that I'm really excited, and we're getting married August 22. Second, I've been really busy. Third, there's been nothing exciting to blog about (save the engagement).

It has come home to me how much I will miss the music scene when I leave IU. A friend and I saw the Dresden Staatskapelle play Beethoven's 1st piano concerto and Brahms' 4th symphony on Monday, and a big group is going to The Love for Three Oranges (Prokofiev) this weekend fro $6 a ticket (good seats too). I may skip the Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra on Sunday because the repertoire sounds kind of boring. The week we get back from Thanksgiving Break goes something like this:

Monday there's a film about Elliott Carter to recognize his 100th birthday
Tuesday a quartet is playing Webern, Haydn, and Beethoven
Wednesday Pro Arte is singing something by Carissimi and a Bach cantata
Friday the Symphonic Choir is singing Schubert, Tomas Luis de Victoria, and Daniel Pinkham
Saturday the New Music Ensemble is playing tons of Elliott Carter and Messaien

And those are only the concerts I'm pretty sure I want to go to--all free. I don't think you can beat this anywhere in the world.

The weather is beautiful so Sara and I went to Brown County State Park last night with the intention of overnight camping. Unfortunately, it's tourist season in Southern Indiana (believe it or not) and even though they have over 400 campsites, all the non-electric ones were taken. We decided against paying 10 extra dollars and sleeping next to a bunch of RVs, so instead we went way down yonder to the paw-paw patch. For those who are not familiar with this fruit, the ones we were seeing were between about 1 and 4 inches long:



The flesh has a texture somewhere between a mango and an avocado (smooth and creamy, but moist and with some traces of fibers); it tastes very tropical, maybe like a guava or papaya (I forget which is which):



Then we sat for a while at one of the beautiful vistas from the top of the highest point in Southern Indiana. (Between 1000-1100 ft, if you're wondering.) So we had a nice time despite not staying overnight.

The semester has been really busy for me, and lest you call my bluff here, I must point out that I had to work pretty hard to have enough stuff done to go (not) camping. Between last semester and this, I quit the local choir I was in and I quit tutoring, but even with the irregular hours that tutoring required, I'm busier than I've been in the past. For one thing, I now teach five days a week. That's not such a change: last year I was writing four lesson plans a week (two for me and two for AIs) and teaching two hours twice a week, so it's just one more lesson plan a week and one more hour of teaching, but I'm writing most of my lesson plans from scratch this year.

In addition, my other job, working at the Center for the History of Music Theory and Literature (CHMTL), takes ten hours a week, while tutoring maxed out at about 5. But it's an interesting job (and much more reliable: I don't have to hope the students actually show up, etc.). It feels kind of peaceful: it's on a remote floor of a building kind of on the edge of campus, and I just go into "my" office (not that they trust me with a key or anything, unfortunately) and go to work. Mostly I'm working on the Thesaurus Musicarum Latinarum (TML), holding a large cup of tea, hunched over a Latin treatise and its transcription, correcting any errors in the transcription, but I've also started entering treatises into the Traités français sur la musique. It's not exactly packed full of excitement, but it's a good feeling when I figure something out. My best moment was when a Latin treatise said something along the lines of:

"...as Marcus Tullius says in de. re. pu."

(It was a little more obscure than that.) The guy who had transcribed the passage didn't know what this referred to, so he transcribed it literally with a question mark afterwards. But as I'm sure you know, Marcus Tullius Cicero's famous Somnium Scipionis is from Book 6 of his De re publica, and I was able to fill in the gap and expand the abbreviation.

...Okay, well, it was exciting to me.

A few quick pictures from the recent Canada trip.


We biked to Lake Erie:




We also biked to a nearby farm that had been turned into a nature preserve. They had amazing plants that appealed to Sara (awesome trees):



And plants that appealed to me (prairie grasses):



We also picked tons of blueberries and made several batches of blueberry jam. It's a hard life sometimes.

I got back two days ago from yet another trip. This time it was off to Poughkeepsie, NY to visit the new Chenette house. As always, it was wonderful to see the family, but it was also really great to see that our new home is beautiful and spacious with a terrific back yard, across the street from a gorgeous college, and located in a beautiful and fascinating area of the country. (I'm not as taken with Poughkeepsie itself, but there are a lot of good things to balance it out.) Mom, Dad, and May all seem to be doing great and enjoying their new experiences! I also headed to the wedding of Alaina and Mike Nigh, which was really fun. Congratulations to them!

All the traveling I've been doing this summer may sound ideal, and in some ways it has been: every trip has been terrific! But when so many trips are of extended length ( a week or more), these travels stop being a special thing you do as a break from normal life, and start to become part of it: it's like I've been shuttling between many different lives, all very exciting, but I'd be happy to have just one that is occasionally exciting. Still, I have a little traveling left before me. By the end of the summer, I will have been to:

Sugar Creek, IN (canoeing)
Boston and Western Massachussetts
various cities in Turkey
Ireland
Grinnell, IA
Squire Boone Caverns, IN (caving)
Poughkeepsie, NY
St Louis, MO
Rodney, Ontario (probably)
Davenport, IA

Suffice it to say I'm savoring my time in Bloomington. I made a surprisingly good Imam bayıldı last night and today am leaping back into some old scholarly favorites--the Liber Usualis, Machaut's Messe de Nostre Dame, and good old Guido of Arezzo in preparation for teaching this semester. It's an odd feeling to be getting back into the scholarly world, but a good one too, and I'm excited to be back to school soon!

Once again I have to recommend Nate's blog, this time for its coverage of our last visit to Grinnell as semi-residents. The Mac SE was indeed the prize of prizes for the weekend, even if some people don't appreciate it (the following is of course a re-creation):

Tim. ...plus I brought home... the SE!
Sara. Where are you going to put it?
Tim. I don't know--it doesn't really fit at my desk. Maybe I'll put it out in the living room.
Sara. Maybe you should ask Teddy before putting an ugly box in the living room.
Tim. Ugly???
Sara. Whoa. Sorry. Do you really think it's attractive?
Tim. Uh, I guess I hadn't really thought about it.
Sara. Well...
Tim. I mean, yes, I think it's very beautiful.

From Boston, I went straight to Turkey for two weeks. This was certainly the most unique part of my vacation: Turkey is an amazing place, filled with ancient marvels as well as (obviously) a thriving modern culture. It was especially fun to be there with Claire, who is now essentially fluent in Turkish, though she won't admit it: it made more direct contact with the country possible as well as increased our confidence! We did so much that it would be silly to try to relate everything and show every picture; rather, I'll just go over the highlights.

I met Mom in Dublin on my stopover there, and met Claire in Istanbul. From our first day, here are some views of Istanbul taken from Istanbul's Galata Tower. The first, especially, bears a distinct resemblance to the previous post's view of Boston from the Bunker Hill Monument. The water coming in from the right is the Golden Horn, which leads into the Bosporus:



The second is slightly more to the right along to Golden Horn. The minarets jutting up are, left to right, the Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque, and I'm not sure (the Mosque of Suleyman the Magnificent?).



Here's a picture of a stall in Istanbul's touristy but amazing spice market:



We took the night train to Ankara, where we met up with Claire's host sisters before climbing up to the old castle area, not really maintained anymore except by its inhabitants, the most visible of whom are now shopkeepers and craftsellers. We climbed past them to the top, where we had a view of this massive city which extends in all directions yet has virtually no natural water source:



We finished the day with a delicious meal at Claire's host family's house. You'll note the watermelon: apparently Turkey grows most of its own fruit, so people eat the things that are in season. Watermelon was in season while we were there, and we had it for at least one meal, and often two, every day.



After a quick trip to Konya, long-time home of Mevlana (generally known here as Rumi) and his dervishes, we were based in the coastal resort town of Antalya for several hot days. Much of our travel around there was to visit ancient Greek and Roman ruins.
On day 1, we visited Termesos with a smelly taxi driver. It's located in a beautiful national forest:



...and has, among many other ruins, an impressive theater in a jaw-dropping location surrounded by mountains. I would love to see a production there...




On Day 2, having reunited with Dad, we visited Aspendos, Perge, and a beautiful waterfall. All three were hard to truly capture with a camera, since much of the magic lay in roaming around extensive ruined cities, enjoying the freedom allowed at these sites (in contrast to anything historically valuable in the US or most of Europe), and gaining a better understanding of and appreciation for ancient life. Nevertheless, I took several photos, stitched together into a panorama, that give some idea of Aspendos. It holds the best-preserved ancient theater in Turkey (it seats 15,000), but more fun for me was wandering the trails behind the theater to other parts of the ancient city. We didn't meet a single other person on the trails until we were essentially back at the theater.



We also spent a day in Olympos, kind of a hippie town. Claire and I spent the night in one of the town's trademark "treehouses" (while Mom and Dad slept in a bungalo with AC):



From there we made it to the Chimera, a place on a mountain where escaping gas is permanently alight in many places...



...and of course to Olympos' main draw, a beautiful beach surrounded by mountains and ruins.



Next on the itinerary was Kapadokya (cappadocia), an amazing place somewhat rreminiscent of the American southwest in that much of the landscape looks completely unearthly:



Completely unlike the American southwest, on the other hand (mesa dwellings being the obvious exception), is that 1. this area was pretty well populated for a long space of time and 2. those people found the ash-rock easy to escavate, so they built into, rather than on top of, the formations. In the picture above, for example, the holes in the rock lead (as many do) to small churches. In fact, even a short walk through this very large area will uncover tons of rock-cut dwellings and churches, too many, in fact, to even preserve or mark them all. (In the modern towns, in addition, these formations and their ancient excavations are integrated into people's shops, dwellings, and homes.) Many of the rock-cut churches were beautifully painted, but only the darkest churches' wall-paintings avoided light damage.




Here's a dramatic rock-cut castle:



and the ubiquitous "fairy chimneys," formed by the different erosion patterns of the volcanic ash rock below and the basalt above:



Kapadokya is one place I'd go back to in heartbeat, and so is the Hagia Sofia (back in Istanbul). Built in the 500s AD in just 5-6 years, it defies the imagination in its scope, art, and history (Byzantine church for 900 years, Ottoman mosque for 500 years, secular museum for close to 100 years: traces of all three stages remain). Again it's hard to capture such a place in photos, but I got a few, of an old (original?) ceiling mosaic:



A later, even more beautiful mosaic:



And a little piece of the inner main body, Mary and Jesus in the upper left, Gabriel to the right of them, the name "Allah" (right?) (oops, my blog is probably on the terrorist watch list now) in Arabic calligraphy on a giant medallion, and the Moslem version of a pulpit below that.



This was truly an amazing trip, and Claire, Mom, and Dad deserve my many thanks for making it possible.

If anyone's interested in a good rundown of my (and my family's) Ireland trip, I highly recommend Nate's coverage, which is excellent and which I don't intend to duplicate.

Well, I have to catch up on picture-blogging one of these days, so I might as well start now!

One month and one week ago, Sara and I headed to Massachusetts. We spent 5 days in some of the hottest summer weather Boston has experienced. We started off by following the popular Freedom Trail, which takes you by some of the most important landmarks from the US's formative years. I have pictures of some of the oldest churches in America and some important peoples' grave stones, and then of Sara and I cooling off at Harvard, but those things are as easily conveyed by words as by pictures.

The next few days were packed with sight-seeing. We headed to the beautifully-sited Institute for Contemporary Art, where they had a really cool (and quite accessible) exhibit of works by Anish Kapoor (most famous for Chicago's Millennium blob). We went on the excellent Sam Adams Brewery tour and sampled several beers at the end. We went to the beautiful Arnold Arboretum and hiked to somewhat of an overlook, pausing by a huge quantity of beautiful roses several times:


We found our way to the first house I ever lived in, at 44 Ivaloo St in Cambridge:


We spent some time with my good college friends Kit (who was generous enough to host us), Ashley, and my fellow ukulele band ("The Foppish Lads") members Elton and Steven, but sadly I didn't get any pictures of them. A highlight was a restaurant and bar's trivia night, where Elton, Sara and I finished in the middle of the pack only after earning lots of points naming the first five Roman emperors after Julius (Octavius, Augustus, Tiberius, Caligula, and Nero). And we ate tons of ice cream, especially at the Scooper Bowl, where you paid $8 for all you could eat. They had Ben and Jerry's, Edy's, Breyer's, Hood, some gelato place, and just about any other national or Boston-area brand you could imagine. It really was magical:


On our final day, we finished up the Freedom Trail with the Bunker Hill monument and the USS Constitution. Here's the view from the top of the monument:


(My next post should include the view from the top of the Galata Tower in Istanbul: add some red roofs and minarets, and this could almost be the same picture.)


At the end of the week, we headed for Western Massachusetts for the wedding of one of Sara's friends. The town, Northampton, was quite nice (and well-off...) and had a beautiful, massive park. Sara and I spent some time walking around there, and noticed that in Western Mass, unfortunately, they don't let you throw your dogs away just anywhere:


Finally, I have to show off the car Sara and I rented to get to Northampton. We'd booked pretty much the cheapest we could find at Hertz, but when we arrived they said they didn't have any of those left and wondered if a Mustang would be okay. After careful deliberation, Sara and I agreed to the compromise. We were nervous the rest of the weekend that we might damage such an expensive car, but the worry was worth it for the chance to take this photo in the style of the senior pictures of half of Grinnell High School's class of 2001:

More later!

Life has been a whirlwind lately! Sometimes a a very slow whirlwind, but a whirlwind nevertheless. Sara and I both went to my college reunion (no, I'm not to 5 years yet--it was for my a cappella group) and then her brother's house in Michigan several weeks ago. Then I had a few days at home. Then Sara and I headed out to Boston for most of a week as a little vacation before her friend's wedding in Northampton on the weekend. Then it was off to Turkey to visit my sister, who's been studying there, for two weeks, and then to Ireland for a week for a family reunion and celebration of my uncle's birthday. Finally two days ago I flew back to Indianapolis (20 hours of travel) for the first time in a month. Sara surprised me by meeting me at the airport, which made me really happy! We extended my vacation a day by going to the Radical Lace and Subversive Knitting exhibit at the Indiana State Museum (highly recommended, by the way, despite the bizarre name and some issues with crowded installation) and doing some fun shopping, for running shoes among other things.

So finally today I had a semi-normal day, and that was good. But it was still really busy. Among many other things, I had to open a month's worth of mail and over 150 new emails, get rid of an undeserved finance charge on a credit card, buy an airline ticket for my NY and Missouri trips in August, work out my finances for the rest of the (income-free) summer, and figure out why I hadn't gotten my check from the company that accepted the return of a file cabinet that was the wrong size. (That last was the most exciting: turns out the company was losing money and abruptly decided to leave all the people it dealt with--customers and companies alike--out to dry and go bankrupt. I about exclaimed out loud when I read this. Well, that's clearly money I'll never get back.) It's amazing the things that pile up when you're "away from it all" for an extended period of time!

Speaking of which, I'm sure I'll put up some trip pictures and summaries at some point, but they may be slow in coming and a bit terse--I'll be plenty busy for this week at least, and I'm still trying to lay off my right hand. I'm sure Nate (and Claire, once she starts her blog) will fill in what I don't get around to!

As a quick foretaste, here's a picture taken from the location from which we watched part of the exciting Turkey-Germany Euro Cup semifinal: a big outdoor screen in Istanbul, with the Blue Mosque in the background:



More to come!

Vassar's announcement

Grinnell's announcement (now a permanent link)

Congratulations to Dad on his new appointment! It'll be a big change to say now that my parents (will) live in upstate New York, but I'll always be from Iowa...

My hair has been getting awfully long lately.


Too bad the Barber of Grinnelle is so far away...

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I didn't want to spoil the ending of Tigrane for anyone before it went up, but now I can explain it. It went something like this:

1. I'm about to execute Tigrane for trying to kill Queen Tomiri (who incidentally is in love with him).
2. Meroe suddenly shows up, admitting that it was actually she who had tried to kill the queen to avenge the brutal death of her father King Cyrus; Tigrane had tried to stop her and ended up looking guilty in the process.
3. Seemingly from nowhere, the head guard brings in a letter confirming this. Tigrane is released; Meroe is captured.
4. Again out of nowhere, the Egyptian king Policare appoears, saying "Great news, Tomiri! Turns out Tigrane is your son!" Apparently he got this information from a dying pirate (!?) who had captured Tigrane as a baby. Proof is offered in the form of a previously-unnoticed royal mark on Tigrane's arm.
5. Tigrane confesses his love for Meroe, and Tomiri is so overjoyed that she orders Meroe released, giving up her rather Oedipal claim on her son.
6. For no apparent reason but this, Meroe decides her father doesn't need avenging any more.

And this is supposed to be a serious opera??

It reminds me of these sliding number puzzles:

Some people like to try to do these in the fewest moves possible. Those people might have been able to end Tigrane with only a letter and one unbelievable character transformation. Scarlatti, clearly, was unconcerned about the number of moves he took...

Tigrane goes up tonight! I'm pretty excited--I think it's a good show. I took a few videos the past couple of days, but I think they're too big to practically upload them here. Instead, here are some pictures (sorry about the fuzziness--my camera didn't really know how to deal with the theater lighting).

The first photo is from Tuesday, when we didn't yet have full wigs and makeup, and only the continuo was there from the orchestra:


Here's the same scene with wigs and makeup on Wednesday:


And here's another scene (the guard's costume is very similar to mine):



This blog may be picture-heavy and content-light for a while: to give my injured right wrist some serious rest, I'm doing virtually all of my typing with my left hand. Even a post like this can take a while when typing one-handed!