The Boring-Ville HORRORS

Warning: The following is the most boring blog post in the history of blogging.

Okay, I lied. This isn't the MOST boring. It still might be pretty damn boring. Read on, faithful readers, even when in doubt!

I mean, sure, I'm about to talk about classical music. Then writing, then poetry, then plays, then reading... Then math. So yeah, maybe a little boring. But, hey, it's my life, right?!

Wow! So, yeah, the past couple days have been insane... Let's see, last night I went to a chamber music concert. (Classical, like a little orchestra.) I'm not the hugest classical music person, but I am a pianist. And my grandmother is violinist and is the director of the Lane concert series at UVM, so I do try and attend her shows frequently. (She doesn't perform in the shows, just hosts/organizes them. And then, of course, there are fancy parties with the musicians which are always fun! This concert was actually rather good as these thing go. It was a string quartet featuring the renowned flutist Carol Wincenc, not that any of you would have ever heard of her. Regardless, it was amazing.

Today, I got up really early to go get my flu shots at the VNA. (Super early=10:30am)

I'm not scared of shots or anything, so it was okay... boring really. But my arm is KILLING me now. It's really sore, which has never really happened to me before following a flu vaccine. It's sort of a problem because this afternoon was the first fall meeting of my writing circle which went from 2-5... Just got back. And my arm killed throughout! Still, I did manage to get some work done.

My favorite prompt today produced a piece that I am quite proud of, really. First, I wrote a free-verse poem about trying to do your own thing despite pressures from society. I used the metaphor of a fish trying to break free from the both the other fish in the school and from the current. Then, I transposed the words into a few stanzas of haiku.

stuck in the current

frigid and unforgiving

just dragging me down

a blur of colors

surrounded by little fish

as i sink, sink, sink

sinking into bliss

thoughtless, ignorant, happy

never asking why

sinking rapidly

struggling to stay afloat

trying to stay free

waves crash like bullets

hurtling down the ravine

a chance at freedom

free for a moment

then consumed by violent rapids

tugging at my flesh

'til i am lifeless

drifting, drifting aimlessly

to the rhythm of waves

The original free-verse poem was rather long, so here's a small excerpt of my work. It's interesting, I think, how each poem is so vastly different yet similar. I love haikus because they capture the same message and strength in a more direct and to-the-point way.

Sinking back to the bottom

And reaching up again

Only to be brought back down

By an even stronger current

And then trying, trying to break free

Struggling to go against the flow

Fighting, fighting against raging currents

Against streams of angry words, of hate

Against schools of hundreds

Thousands

Millions

Of like-minded little fish

And then there is me

The clownfish

And I am sinking

I've begun to read Shakespeare's Twelfth Night again, to prepare for UVM's rendition which I am excited to attend! Meanwhile, I am working of Life of Pi for school, which is AMAZING by the way. I would highly recommend it. I picked it first because I thought it was related to mathematics, but later was disappointed in that respect. I found that the boy's name is Pi, short for Piscine, which translates to "swimming pool" in French, so it obviously relates more to the latter subject. Nonetheless, Pi's story is fabulous whether it has anything to do with Math or not.

Math, math, math. It's all that's on my mind, I swear. People probably would think I was positively insane if they got a moment inside my brain. I mean, I used to detest math. Pointless, boring, I would say. Now, everything has changed. I see angles in doorways, I count things. I breathe numbers and equations and statistics.

I think, perhaps, math is all that I consider real. Math is logical, math is fact. While theories in science may change, whilst religions and languages are ever-shifting. While everything else morphs around me, math will stay the same. Math is concrete, solid. Math is the only thing in the world which is that way. New mathematical theories may be explored, new concepts will be discovered, but it will never take back what is real. The facts are here to stay... Mainly because, unlike science, we invented it. Humans control everything about it. And that's what matters.

Curiosity Kills.