Moby-Dickulous

2 02 2010

For some bizarre reason, Sonlight American Lit spends 5 weeks on Moby-Dick.

I actually like this book. It’s a bit of a slow read, I can’t read more than a few chapters at a time before I get distracted, but it is well written and interesting.

Honestly though. If you saw a whale would you really name it “Moby-Dick”?

Moreover, if you got your leg chewed off by a whale, a giant scary albino whale, and then made it your life goal to kill this whale because you had a twisted god-complex type thing going on, would you name it Moby-Dick? Really?

I recently asked on my Facebook what people would named whales if they had them. The results were: Humphrey, Willy, Phil, Oswald, Astrid, Morgan, Danielle, Obie, Woody, and Sparkles. Ben informed me that he would have two whales: Yesterday’s Lunch, his food whale, and Money Money Money, his cash whale.

I would name my whale Snowball.





How to Parallel Park Your Helicopter

28 01 2010

You know it will be an interesting afternoon when you walk out of orchestra to see your mother in the passenger seat with a big smile and a diagram of how to parallel park. Here the Sheila S. Cunningham School of Automotive Excellence brings you “How to Correctly Parallel Park Your Helicopter”.

Here we have your vehicle.

Drive along the road until you see an appropriate parking spot.  A spot is considered ”appropriate” if there is enough room to park in it, the cars on either side of it are the types of cars you would feel ok nudging a little, and there are no angry New Yorkers trying to get into it.

Pull up parallel to the banana car ahead of the space you wish to occupy. You should be 2-3 feet away from it.

Put the helicopter into reverse and turn your wheel all the way to the right. Slowly back into the space.

Eventually, you will get sort of where you need to be. Then you have to do the tricky part of repeatedly backing up and pulling forward so that you are straight in the space, all without denting the banana car or Thomas.

Ideally your helicopter will ultimately look like this.

Then you can get out and admire your perfection.

But first remember to put the helicopter in park.

As always, be aware of potential situations, such as crossing guards…

…large trucks…

…God forbid the police

…large flocks of people in stupid clothing…

…and of course the ubiquitous hazard of forests full of fierce wild beasts.





Au Contraire, SnapeADoodle

18 10 2009

Sophie and I are playing 20 Questions.

I have been taking Logic this year (memoria press), and I absolutely love it. It makes perfect sense, is fascinating, and the teacher is funny.

Ben has occasionally wandered through when I’ve been watching the DVD.

Me: OK, I’m thinking of something.

Sophie: Ummm…animal, vegetable, or mineral?

Ben: No Soph, don’t ask that! What you ask is, How many notes does it have?

Me: …four.

Ben:  Sophie, that means it’s animated but not sentient. So it’s an animal.

I pretty much just stood there in shock. How many 13-year-olds, without studying, memorize the Poryphyian Tree?

I am proud to be his sister =)





Physics.

18 10 2009

This is the one subject this year that I actually loathe.

For the first time EVER in my entire school history, I am getting a consistent B and working my butt off to maintain. NOT a good feeling.

I’m not sure why this is: I don’t know how I fail to grasp the concepts. Something goes wrong in the units and conversions (I converted a whole problem last week into m/sec, when it turns out it was supposed to be mph because it was a problem involving a BMW. Aughh.)

This is stuff you run into in real life, everyday situations…it should not be so difficult!

 

I need a tutor.

 

 

Actual conversation today:

Boyfriend: How’s physics?

Me: Awful. I don’t know why I can’t figure out how long it takes a car to brake.

Him: Easy…you got a ten-year warranty, ten years and four months or so.





I Rather Missed Blogging

30 09 2009

Driving. BLAHHHH.

I would be perfectly happy and an excellent driver….if only there was no reverse, neutral, hills, highway, or curves.

Since there are, I really, really loathe driving.

I tend to use the word “stupid” a lot. My mother has bellowed the word “JEEEEZUS” twice. I have hit the garage door 3 times. I have pointed out to my parents that this is not as bad as their friend’s son, who drove over a TREE, approximately 18 times.

On the other hand, driving has brought out some interesting differences in my parents.

Dad tends to stiffen as a passenger, beginning with the garage (which I ONLY hit 3 times), and constantly give little tips, such as “track the curve!” or “stay to the left!”. His right foot is in a constant state of extension, and he taps (by which I mean “crushes”) it vigorously against the floorboards when I need to brake.

He also has this tendency to speak like a robot as soon as he gets into the passenger seat (true example: “Prepare to execute the lateral maneuver!”) and to warn me of all possible emergencies that could arise (true example: Notice the pedestrians!”) (Note to the true example: they were 3 blocks away).

True example #3:

Dad: Watch out for this truck up here!

Mom: Doug. It’s 200 yards away and on the other side of the road.

Mom, on the other hand, tends to remain silent (read: off in her own little world of knitting and books and singing) and only speak up when there are actual emergencies, such as I am about to hit a sign on the highway.  Until she gets a bee in her bonnet, and then I’m in trouble. She likes to invent little excercises, such as “Drive 20 miles per hour while telling me how to make a proper turn” or “take a mint while keeping your eyes on the road”.

I never anticipated that she would be the calmer parent in the passenger seat.

I once asked how she did it, and she said “valium”. Ha. Ha.

Ben and Sophie are forced to be my passengers, and spend most of their time cracking jokes.

Actual conversation from last week:

Mom: Look out your window and tell me if you see the lines.

Me: NOOOO! I’ll crash.

Mom: No you won’t honey, just look quickly.

Me: NO! Stupid lines.

Mom: DO. IT.

Me: (Looks. And immediately swerves to the left) STUPID DRIVING!

Mom: Oh Lordy. Did you see them?

Me: What?

Mom: The lines, sweetheart.

Me: Yes. Stupid lines.

Ben: Did you see them out the driver’s window or the passenger’s, Liv?





&c

12 02 2009

I am feeling a little incoherent right now and I don’t really want to write…but.

I do not understand Obama’s new stimulus package. I thought that to restrict inflation you were supposed to restrict the cash flow, not flood the market with more money. But then again I have had no economics at all and he’s the president.

Ampersands are cool, don’t you think? Even the word ampersand is cool. And they’re hard to handwrite.

All the school I did today was math, some Language Arts, and Latin. And music. In Latin I really need to learn some more words, because all my translation excercises are about the Gallic Wars or the Virgin Mary.

Literature is Emma this month. I didn’t actually care for Emma THAT much…I’ve read it before. I thought that the plot was good but not big enough for a three-volume novel. So far this year my favorites have been the Importance of Being Earnest, Sherlock Holmes, Beowulf, and Three Men in a Boat.

Viola update: I am really happy now because my orchestra director gave me unlimited access to an entire drawer full of old solo and small ensemble music, proving that all you have to do is ask. I chose a Corelli sonata to start with, and a transcription of the Telemann violin concerto and a graded repertoire book of easier pieces.  Another plus is that after playing viola, I can find the big intervals on the violin much more easily. AND I just got nearly begged to do a gig on the viola after having played for three days!

That was a true statement that sounds much cooler than it was, but I’m gonna keep the illusion of coolness and not elaborate.

I actually was kind of enjoying writing about nothing but it turns out I have a mysterious violin lesson they all forgot to tell me about, so I have to eat supper, get dressed, find my music and get out the door in 15 minutes. And I didn’t practice my Wolfhart this morning….uh-oh.





Seven Books that Have Affected My Life

21 01 2009

This was an assignment for Language Arts.

My mother and father for some bizarre unknown reason decided that my schoolwork needs to be “rigorous” and gave me Sonlight Core 600 (I think) which is the equivalent of AP Brit Lit on steroids. This means that, for the first time ever, I actually have to study for everything this year. Grr.

This was supposed to be 25 books…but Mom gave me dispensation to only do five. But I came up with seven.

           

Because really, at fifteen, how am I supposed to know which books are going to affect my life? Goodnight Moon? One of the examples they gave was a book on how to improve your marriage. Like THAT helps me.

           

But anyway.

 

Obviously the Bible has to be on this list.

 

And then I would choose the Hardy Boys, because they made me fall in love with reading from the very beginning and since then I have never put a book down. I remember I used to carry a Hardy Boys book in one hand and put my other hand on the wall so I could read while I walked…but then I fell and Mom said no more.

           

Suzuki comes next. I know they’re not technically books…but the computer dictionary defines “book” as “a bound collection of pages” and Suzuki certainly is that. And they are the books I have used the most and spent a LOT of my free time as well as my school time with. And yes, I know that it is wrong to end a sentence with “with” on account of it is a preposition, which I know because they made me do stupid Easy Grammar in the sixth grade and I still know the prepositions by heart.

Also, I don’t think you’re technically supposed to say “on account of”, you’re supposed to say “because”, except in Latin there is a special word just for “on account of” so I totally think it should be allowed.

           

Then I would say the Harry Potter series…because they deserve to be on any list of modern classics.

 

And 1984 reminded me to live the present and also if I grow up to be an author never to inflict the hideous dream of negative utopia upon thousands of innocent high school students. What IS it with these Utopia people? We’ve got Paradise Lost, and Gulliver’s Travels, and that one by someone called VanAuken (I think) that I’ve got to read later this year…and then 1984 is negative utopia…argh. I don’t want to find meaning! I just want to read!

           

The Grapes of Wrath ALSO goes on here…I don’t think it affected my life in any big way per se, but it certainly left an impression on my poor ten-year-old brain (yes Dad…I was only ten when you made me read this.) with all the vivid, frighteningly accurate descriptions of Oklahoma. Plus I know it’s one of Dad’s favorite books so he should definitely give me extra points for mentioning it.

           

 Last is Bartleby the Scrivener, the best work poor old Herman Melville ever did. This was my favorite book from American Literature in 7th grade, and it provided me with my answer to so many of life’s little questions:

           

I prefer not to.





Cento Cento Cento!

14 01 2009

This was a Language Arts project in which I had to write a poem by combining lines from other poems.

Once upon a midnight dreary,
After nightfall he set out:
Down to a sunless sea
For he heard the loud bassoon.

The tide rises, the tide falls.
Not an instant stopped nor stayed he!
For ox and ass before him bowed,
Lying at impossible distances.

He gives his harness bells a shake—
Sweet is death forevermore.

Double points if you can guess which poems I used!





How to Get a Violin Ready to Play in Just Several Easy Steps!

1 09 2008

Today’s Brit Lit assignment, a descriptive essay about HOW to do something. This is based on how Gawain slaughters a deer in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.

The first step is to take your instrument out of its case. Now, this may sound easy, but trust me, it can be harder than it looks, therefore we will be dividing it into several substeps. The very first one is to determine whether you have a soft case or a student case. This is a fairly easy process, but contrary to what you might think, “students” can also use soft cases and vice versa.

Tip: if your case is molded black plastic it is a “student” type case. If it’s a different color and square or oblong, it is most likely a “soft” case.

 

*** Sidenote: Soft cases actually offer your instrument more protection, despite the name. ***

 

Unlatch the case. On a student style case you will simply lift the two silver latches and open the lid. On a soft case, you will lift the front flap, usually secured with a snap or Velcro, and slide the latch to the right. If the latch doesn’t go, try sliding it to the left. If it goes to the left, close it and turn your case right-side-up. If it won’t move in either direction, it is probably locked. This can present a problem: you will need to either: locate and use the key or, for a second choice, a bobby pin. If neither of these works, try metal cutters.

Once the latch is open, unzip the case and lift the lid. Notice that if you see only a flat layer of fabric, you have unzipped the wrong zipper and are looking at the sheet music holder.

           

 Lift the lid. Congratulations, you should see your violin! (If not, you have got a problem and should stop right here.)

           

Un-Velcro any straps that may be restraining your violin, and lift it out of its case. Hold it by the neck. The strings (four long thin wires) go on the top of the instrument. Set the violin down in a safe place (Hint: Not on the floor, the bed, a chair, or anywhere there are pets or children.) You should also have in your possession, preferably in your case, a shoulder-rest. The wide end slides onto the right bottom corner of the violin, while the thin end goes on the left. Note: Always put the shoulder rest on the BACK side of the violin.  Put the wide end on first and adjust to a comfortable position across the widest area of the bottom of the violin.

           

 Again, set the violin down in a SAFE, non-dangerous place. Look into the case again. You should see, restrained against the top of the case, a long thin pointy stick. This is your bow. Unclick whatever latches are holding it in place and remove it from the case, always holding it by the fat end, or “frog”. There should be horsehair on the bow. If there is no horsehair, you need to find immediate help. (Tip: Not Wikipedia.) Holding the bow by the “frog” with one hand, locate the silver piece at the very bottom of the bow with your other hand. This is called the “nut”. Turn it to the right until the hair (the bow hair, not yours) is an appropriate tension. This can be roughly determined by holding the bow at either end and squeezing down on the middle—you should be able to balance a pencil in between the hair and the stick without excessive tension.

           

Congratulations! You must be a very bright person to have used these instructions! And we wish you the best of luck on your musical journey! May it be legato and arco and no stupid 2-octave F scale that I still have trouble with, so much trouble, in fact, that it wrecked my auditions in 8th grade.

 

Not that I am bitter.





Randomness

21 08 2008

The Friar Chuck Update: Friar Chuck versions 1,2, and 3 have been dispatched. Dad finally bought a Havahart trap to catch them. They promptly figured out how to lift up the trap and get the bait. It’s a constant battle.

In other news, Mom is in the process of staining the armoire, which is a long hard slog. Our kitchen is stain central, and the fumes are going to everybody’s heads.

Last weekend Mom took me to see Mamma Mia, which is a musical based on the songs of ABBA. Mom and Dad went to see it for their anniversary this year, and she liked it so much she took me too. It’s actually a really cute movie. Plus, it has Meryl Streep, and Peirce Brosnan, and Colin Firth* and Julie Walters, so how can you NOT see it? Dad got Mom the soundtrack, so now we are all listening to ABBA nonstop. Mom has even decreed that it’s unamerican not to like ABBA.Take a chance on meeeee….

I have gotten Facebook and become addicted.

I have also started school. Grr. BUT, hopefully I will be able to take December off the way I did last year! A&P is going super so far, and so is Latin. Math is just really really annoying, especially today’s lesson where all Dr. Shorman is was yak on and on about the area of transversal laterals or something. Brit Lit is OK, but Sonlight, so involved. I’m done with Beowulf and onto Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. I just started Logic, and I haven’t begun French yet, although I have a new resolution to work harder at it after being to Taize. It comes easily to me but I haven’t been studying it the way I should. Orchestra and whatever band I end up with starts next week.

More on Taize tomorrow.

Um, that’s all the news from here I guess…boring boring end of summer…

*Incidentally, he has a really high voice. Like in Manly Men, the first verse, only actually very true.








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