Saturday I figured out why I had problems using my tablet at Solo and Ensemble for music for accompaniments. When I need to adjust the tablet by moving the music up or down on the screen, I must be careful to only use ONE finger to do so. Otherwise I have a tendency to active the screen enlargement function which also seems to flip me around in unpredictable ways in the music.
I used the tablet for both the prelude and postlude yesterday and had no problems with it. It is an easy way to deal with difficult page turns.
It is bloody cold here in Holland Michigan. My phone says it is 17 degrees Fahrenheit. However, it has been windy and ice has been forming on our back steps. Eileen and I walked back and forth to church yesterday. It was definitely a cold walk.
I am hoping to get some non church stuff done in the next two days. I would like to begin to clean the basement in anticipation of putting a treadmill down there. This is a big job. I worry that the peeling paint has lead in it. Eileen and I slept down there for years and we are not discernibly worse for the wear. Eileen thinks it won’t be unhealthy.
The problem is I don’t really have a place on the main floor to put a treadmill.
Also I want to get back to working on the harpsichord and doing some serious composing.
I am enjoying the company of my books and music immensely. I do notice that a lot of the humans I come in contact with find me perplexing. So be it. The other night I was asking Eileen about preparing to pull stops for my friend Rhonda’s concert. Dress and look inconspicuous, she advised. Unfortunately I don’t think I can look inconspicuous in Holland Michigan no matter how I dress.
I have been thinking about the inanity of Facebooger. I think it is a bit of an abomination that this social media has the word, “book,” in its name. People on Fecesbooger seem to be moving away from the world of books and thoughtful ideas at the speed of light.
I have been reading Joseph Campbell’s The Hero with a Thousand Faces. His ideas do not compact easily into little quotes or “memes” that are the basis of so much social media communication. He does, however, have wonderful insights for me.
His reading of myth and psychology is a good counterbalance to Friedman’s family system understanding of life. I especially like how he sees the common truths in all of humankind’s myths and religions. This is a complex undertaking, but I am finding it helpful.
Just for giggles here’s a section of Lore Segal’s Half the Kingdom I read to Eileen last night:
“Hope opened the door into the ladies’ room and saw, in the mirror above the basins, how her hair was coming out of its pins. She removed all the pins and stood gazing at the crone with the gray, girlishly loosened locks around her shoulders and saw what Diane Arbus might have seen and was appalled, and being appalled pricked her interest right up: ‘I’ve got an agenda: The Arbus Factor of old age.”
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I don’t disagree with your observation that Facebook is moving away from the world of ideas. That said, it’s my understanding that it’s called Facebook in a sort of reference to college yearbooks. If that’s true, the sort of mundane writing that goes into Facebook is pretty much on the same level as that which goes into a yearbook. FWIW.
This makes sense. I find it interesting that when moving from a “yearbook” to a “facebook” the notion of “book” as a physical object is lost. And the idea of a recurring book that captures an instant in schooling is replace with the very idea of image: “face.'”