a day in the life of piano monkey

mother is a captain pirate at times with her stern gaze and sharp whips navigating the ship called a dysfunctional but an average family through voyages good and bad times often we are in a trouble thanks to her as much as we may be out of a trouble rolling highwind and salt burns among the edges of squinting eyes on water we somehow survive the storm which in retrospectively wasnt too bad anyways mother is sometimes a self-appointed mayor of a town where no two are alike more conflicts than resolutions suggested she rules the town of a very small stature non-important non-existing to others into times of surplus and great losses everyday she dons her legal self with hands rougher than sand papers with all earnest of ah honest soul on a toy map she carefully draws plans and processes with stains of optimism mother never really got me yet begotten but a lost child much loved and much more loathed probably more tears shed from both parties though at least mine were all well-earned streak...

finally a nice sign from the weather in england today. it's been rather cold, rainy and wet. we resulted in making beet/carrot soup with welsh rarebits for lunch yesterday, that kinda damp, consistent and insistent rainy day. well, i cant really complain as we still had some real coal fire and lots of dirts to toss into the fire, including canadian chocolate bar wrappers courtesy of my great friends from toronto. see, there is this consensus that the brits think their cadbury is superior than the canadian ones. and i say it's different, surely, but it is not any worse than the ones you get here!! anyhows, after sending a short emails around, we got a total of: 600g + 400g = 1000 g of canadian cadburies and with comparison samples from the local shop, have been working around the clock to determine if such urban legend is true: the conclusion isnt up yet, unfortunately. if you feel like sending me some more chocolates for the benefit of the science, i will be more than grateful!...

things have been all kinds of colours lately, changing through the courses of the day- the warmest yellow of the morning to the opaque grey of rain clouds- reminiscent of april, sharp contrasting burning orange of the sun cracking through the haze of spitting rain, the blue-grey sky set on fire with magenta bright dusk and the deepest velvety royal blue of the night. and the way the fire crackles in the dark. now, am i referring to the actual fire or mr. salamander? ay- i guess you will never know. do i know? well, i should but would i? ah. not so important. just thought i would throw that out there in case you were wondering what fair creatures ive been watching. baa lambs are rather special though. esp. when wearing a neon pink coats. i still have no idea what that's bout, but nearby fiddler lady tells me it's a weathercoats for the young-uns. well. that's style for you. pink. for sheeps. gosh. the high peak district, where i am staying now, is also full of little si...

this phenomenon is called riggwelt. a fat sheep goes down and cannot get up. this one, the grass underneath it was well.... rather...... hmm.... how shall i... well, it was shitty, really. amazing. well, monkey has been pretty quiet online and peeps may think that she has finally given up musing on small useless thoughts. no, not true. actually there has been flurry of activities, unscheduled, somewhat foreseen- sprung up like mushroom colonies after a rain or something. you know, that sense that you never exactly know when they are going to come out, however, you can always tell it's just about time. anyways. england so far has been as good as one can expect. i am happy enough that i wont even complain about the exchange rate really (i think it's about half right now, which kinda sucks but i am sure that i will sort it out somehow.) where im spending majority of the time is called chinley, an old railway village in middle of derbyshire, used to be one of the major junctions w...

monkey's about to embark on a journey across a big puddle called atlantic. it is somewhat inconveniently large and it will be quite a feat of engineering and all that human 'achievements' that will make the long jump possible. things are packed and shoes are polished (why- i have no clue what so ever. it seemed appropriate for some bizarre reason.) a book has been chosen and music player is loaded. airtix has been printed and appropriate cables are packed. it is interesting how many different 'kinds' of things monkey's packing for a trip that's got no serious plans. because the most serious point of all this is just to see what's what, as robin said. robin engelman, the founder of nexus percussion, is one of my ahem, idols, really. ive known him through the group nexus for past ten years and still, i continue to learn more things about them- as individuals, as a group, as a teacher, a person, whatevers. they were one of the very first western classical p...

includes things such as: granola and bananas with milk for breakfast or warm stove-cooked oatmeal with chunks of candied ginger. my new recording of arvo part, alina, and craig davis/jeff buckley recordings. the fact sonicboom, the used/new recording store by the annex is in walking distance with its amazing selection. choosing children's book at a used book stores. walking around kensington with a keen eye for a gift for a friend. finding a potter who would go through the trouble of making a lid for me. my housemate who keeps me sane and in check. cup of spiced tea from communitea from canmore. old friends who are willing to gettogether to brave bruckner 8th in its entirety. the fact i was just going to barely qualify for the cheap tickets at the symphony, and them extending the age limit to 35 starting this year. wondering how my trees are doing in banff. having time to stop and look at the free display of spring in its fullness in campus and on way home from all the trees, flowe...