Quick Update
Hello!
Well, the tragic thing is my camera is still broken and I have not purchased a new one. It makes me sad to think this camera is still totally functional, but because the screen is smashed I can't perform functions because I can't see them. It seems so wasteful to get a new one when this one still works - or someone could make it work. Maybe I should sell it on eBay and explain all the sentimental value of this camera - it went all over the world, it was held in the hands of GREATS, such as Moby, Laura Dawn, Daron Murphy; it slept in comfy beds in Prague, Taipei, Riga, Moscow - not such a comfy bed at that hotel if I remember... it flew in large and small planes; it took shots of amazing concerts, breathtaking vistas, monumental buildings, indescribable moments... OK, this has turned out to be a eulogy for my camera. Unintended. On to other topics...
NYC is the same as ever, although it has been whirling by at a very intense speed this past week. SO MANY things are happening. We played two shows at Moby's apartment last week for European radio contest winners. Check that out - what a great prize, to be caller number ___ and win a free trip to NYC, USA, a few nights in a cool hotel, and have a private concert in the personal home of Moby! Wow, I never won anything like that before! It was great, and the winners were all very nice. It's really a different environment performing Moby's music on an acoustic piano, with acoustic guitars and a vocalist. But lovely, and it shows what a great songwriter he is since his music can be performed (and sounds good) through so many different mediums.
I have had the pleasure of travelling on the subways this past week during rush hour. Normally I am going against the flow of traffic when I commute OUT OF Manhattan to the Bronx, (most people do the opposite, commute INTO Manhattan) and lucky for me I always have a seat to sit in. Well, if you're going within Manhattan during rush hour (as I was to Moby's this past week) it really is an experience that everyone should undergo. People are so tightly smashed into the cars that we're touching each other on all sides, strangers wrapping arms around each other trying to reach one of the bars attached to the ceiling for a little stability - although I usually rely on the people smashed into me to hold me up when the train is this crowded. It's crazy! BUT a very strange phenomenon happens to me when I am in this situation: I start to crack up. NO, THIS IS SERIOUS! I am almost instantly overtaken by an uncontrollable urge to laugh hard. It's like when I was in elementary school and the teacher was very mean, and someone in the class was cracking me up (as happened often), and after trying for long minutes to cover up all my spurts and leaks, finally BLASTING open with full throttle laughter, then getting sent to the hall for disrupting the flow of academia. But instead of risking the wrath of gnarly 3rd grade teachers, here I'm risking the wrath of End-Of-The-Work-Day New Yorkers! This can be very dangerous - because everyone is in a REAL serious HURRY!
But come on! It is not a NORMAL occurrence to have the hair of a Russian woman in your mouth, your wrist shoved in a stranger's armpit, as you're within mouth-to-mouth distance of a large dark man while someone's shopping bag is thrusting between your legs! All concept of personal space is completely gone! And I really wonder if other people experience this laughing phenomenon. I mean, hundreds of us are in a single one of these cars and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who ends up biting my lip so I won't start laughing out loud! I actually did once, I couldn't control it anymore and let out a gasp of giggles on the neck of a man within kissing distance. The most I got out of the fellow passengers was an eyebrow raise, so I looked at the floor to finish my silent peals...
(thanks to the Internet for these crowded subway photos)
Now that I think about it, my fits of laughter didn't just happen in elementary school. They've happened as recent as a classical piano concert I attended in college. And just now I realized I have been sitting here at my computer, laughing out loud in the dark, remembering a most intense moment in 9th grade when this occurred in the class of one of my favorite teachers, Mr. Onorato. Somehow bocce balls had started being passed from lap to lap around the large table where our rather small class gathered. And if that's not enough to make someone laugh (a successful pass of bocce balls right under the teacher's nose), the guys decided to start throwing them across the room, underneath the table. Occasionally you'd hear an out-of-place THUD, amidst the the soft droning of Mr. O's after-lunch commentating. During one of these such thuds I lost control, along with my cohort Ashby Kent (I think we were the only two girls in the class), and after doing my best to convince Mr. Onoroto I was having a coughing attack, he managed to stop the class to address us with his never forgotten famous phrase: "um, uh, there ap-appears to be a bit of levity going on in this classroom..." singling out Ashby and I as the cause of the problem (we often took the brunt of the blame for class-wide antics). He ended up assigning us permanent seats so Ashby and I would never again sit by each other (a usual occurrence in classes we had together). Ahh, but it was worth it to finally let out the laughter because it is utter PAIN to hold it in. Ashby and I both agreed.
Wow, I better get packing for ole Thanksgiving! What a perfect holiday dedicated to being thankful for food and love! I am excited to go indulge in precisely that in beautiful Savannah. Ahhh.
Happy food and Happy Love to all my beautiful friends and family, and most of all, Thank You!
Love,
Luci
Well, the tragic thing is my camera is still broken and I have not purchased a new one. It makes me sad to think this camera is still totally functional, but because the screen is smashed I can't perform functions because I can't see them. It seems so wasteful to get a new one when this one still works - or someone could make it work. Maybe I should sell it on eBay and explain all the sentimental value of this camera - it went all over the world, it was held in the hands of GREATS, such as Moby, Laura Dawn, Daron Murphy; it slept in comfy beds in Prague, Taipei, Riga, Moscow - not such a comfy bed at that hotel if I remember... it flew in large and small planes; it took shots of amazing concerts, breathtaking vistas, monumental buildings, indescribable moments... OK, this has turned out to be a eulogy for my camera. Unintended. On to other topics...
NYC is the same as ever, although it has been whirling by at a very intense speed this past week. SO MANY things are happening. We played two shows at Moby's apartment last week for European radio contest winners. Check that out - what a great prize, to be caller number ___ and win a free trip to NYC, USA, a few nights in a cool hotel, and have a private concert in the personal home of Moby! Wow, I never won anything like that before! It was great, and the winners were all very nice. It's really a different environment performing Moby's music on an acoustic piano, with acoustic guitars and a vocalist. But lovely, and it shows what a great songwriter he is since his music can be performed (and sounds good) through so many different mediums.
I have had the pleasure of travelling on the subways this past week during rush hour. Normally I am going against the flow of traffic when I commute OUT OF Manhattan to the Bronx, (most people do the opposite, commute INTO Manhattan) and lucky for me I always have a seat to sit in. Well, if you're going within Manhattan during rush hour (as I was to Moby's this past week) it really is an experience that everyone should undergo. People are so tightly smashed into the cars that we're touching each other on all sides, strangers wrapping arms around each other trying to reach one of the bars attached to the ceiling for a little stability - although I usually rely on the people smashed into me to hold me up when the train is this crowded. It's crazy! BUT a very strange phenomenon happens to me when I am in this situation: I start to crack up. NO, THIS IS SERIOUS! I am almost instantly overtaken by an uncontrollable urge to laugh hard. It's like when I was in elementary school and the teacher was very mean, and someone in the class was cracking me up (as happened often), and after trying for long minutes to cover up all my spurts and leaks, finally BLASTING open with full throttle laughter, then getting sent to the hall for disrupting the flow of academia. But instead of risking the wrath of gnarly 3rd grade teachers, here I'm risking the wrath of End-Of-The-Work-Day New Yorkers! This can be very dangerous - because everyone is in a REAL serious HURRY!
But come on! It is not a NORMAL occurrence to have the hair of a Russian woman in your mouth, your wrist shoved in a stranger's armpit, as you're within mouth-to-mouth distance of a large dark man while someone's shopping bag is thrusting between your legs! All concept of personal space is completely gone! And I really wonder if other people experience this laughing phenomenon. I mean, hundreds of us are in a single one of these cars and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who ends up biting my lip so I won't start laughing out loud! I actually did once, I couldn't control it anymore and let out a gasp of giggles on the neck of a man within kissing distance. The most I got out of the fellow passengers was an eyebrow raise, so I looked at the floor to finish my silent peals...
(thanks to the Internet for these crowded subway photos)
Now that I think about it, my fits of laughter didn't just happen in elementary school. They've happened as recent as a classical piano concert I attended in college. And just now I realized I have been sitting here at my computer, laughing out loud in the dark, remembering a most intense moment in 9th grade when this occurred in the class of one of my favorite teachers, Mr. Onorato. Somehow bocce balls had started being passed from lap to lap around the large table where our rather small class gathered. And if that's not enough to make someone laugh (a successful pass of bocce balls right under the teacher's nose), the guys decided to start throwing them across the room, underneath the table. Occasionally you'd hear an out-of-place THUD, amidst the the soft droning of Mr. O's after-lunch commentating. During one of these such thuds I lost control, along with my cohort Ashby Kent (I think we were the only two girls in the class), and after doing my best to convince Mr. Onoroto I was having a coughing attack, he managed to stop the class to address us with his never forgotten famous phrase: "um, uh, there ap-appears to be a bit of levity going on in this classroom..." singling out Ashby and I as the cause of the problem (we often took the brunt of the blame for class-wide antics). He ended up assigning us permanent seats so Ashby and I would never again sit by each other (a usual occurrence in classes we had together). Ahh, but it was worth it to finally let out the laughter because it is utter PAIN to hold it in. Ashby and I both agreed.
Wow, I better get packing for ole Thanksgiving! What a perfect holiday dedicated to being thankful for food and love! I am excited to go indulge in precisely that in beautiful Savannah. Ahhh.
Happy food and Happy Love to all my beautiful friends and family, and most of all, Thank You!
Love,
Luci
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