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Monday, January 14, 2008

 

A Fraud, an Explorer, a small Criminal Act

Today's class was rather mild. Nothing major - just introductions into various topics we will be exploring in more detail for the weeks to come. I was so tired the last two hours. I could barely stay awake.

Afterward, I went over to the happy hour. It was mild too. I was a fraud, and drank only soda. I met some people who were in their last week of training, so they offered some advice (week 3 is intense, finish up your project proposal before week 2). I left after an hour, and ordered a falafel wrap for dinner. I ate it in my hotel room.

That was rather boring, so I walked down to the state university, which is next to my hotel and extends for the next five or six blocks. I went to the library, which was beautiful in its mid-century modern building. I glanced at a few books, then headed over to the student bookstore, and selected a spiral notebook for my own class. This required a lot of thought as there were so many choices. Then I perused the aisles of textbooks. Finally I selected a mechanical pencil to write notes in my Gary Lutz book.

And then! I wandered over to the music hall, and eyed the rehearsal rooms. There was an empty one, and also a man who was looking into each room. He had some kind of key device, although it wasn't a regular key - it looked like the handle to a light saber from Star Wars, and every so often he put it in an outlet next to a rehearsal door. I waited for him to leave, and then the two girls walking by. I dove into the empty room and switched on the light. There was a simple black upright piano. It seemed to say, "Oh,hello there," to me. I locked the door and pounced on its keys.

The sound on this piano was just gorgeous. I flipped the lid up higher to see that it was a Yamaha U1F. It had such great sound, and the keys were perfect to the touch. I played for a bit, then ran out before the guy with the light saber key device came back.

That was the thrill for the night. Now I am in the hotel room again, and I am disappointed because a new pair of socks I bought on Saturday already has holes. They must be made of really cheap material.

Comments:
This post could only be more wonderful if you'd recorded your interaction with the piano and its room. Click of your shoes. Opening of the door - swoosh! Playing of the piano (tink tink!). Scurry away, swish swish swish.
 
This is my favorite chapter so far.
I can't wait for another!
 
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