butterbobbin: (ronniemandolin)
Hmmm.

So, I've got this sudden urge to play the violin.

Not so sudden. It's something I've wanted to do for years but always figured it'd have to wait until I get to heaven and have eternity to learn because it would take that long, right?

I dunno though... now I feel like I want to just go ahead and go for it. HOWEVER... I am dismayed to discover that the standard mode of playing is fingering with left hand, bowing with right. My left hand is practically useless to me, though I can type with it. I've vetoed the idea of ever playing the piano because I can't control that hand very well, but I wonder if maybe not having to use both hands might make it easier for my brain and hand to work together. I *am* right handed... so it seems the standard way should technically be the right way for me.

Anyone have any experience or wisdom to share?

I'm not out to be Yehudi Menuhin or anything. Pretty much all I want to do is be able to play simple folk-type songs or hymns for church, and would be content if that's as good as I got.

***

Not much has happened today besides my just being exhausted.
butterbobbin: (al jumping)
Just got back from church. Lebanon had a potluck, too, so I decided to stay for that. Otherwise I'd just be eating another huge vat of mac and cheese and this way I got some other kinds of food into me as well. :-p Including 3 kinds of dessert, one of which was CARROT CAKE. I think George is never going to stop teasing me about the carrot cake thing, because of all my Facebook googawing over it prior to the shower.

The men's chorus was grand. GooGoo was, literally, dancing the whole time they were singing. When they stopped, he stopped. It was really funny. I'm very glad I went. After all, NOTHING beats "We Have This Hope" sung by a herd of big, strong male voices. *DIIIIIIIIIES*

When I got home, I found my first Target package waiting for me (the Pooh sheets). Yay. Seriously....... adorable.
butterbobbin: (Ships)
I can't get enough of George Winston lately to suit me. I've been giving a lot of thought to what I want on my Labour Music Playlist and good ol' George is going to have a prominent place on there for sure. It's so soothing and yet full of energy. I'm not sure I want a lot of vocal stuff on it, because I'd like it to be something I can tune out easily if necessary, which isn't easy for me with vocals. Should see how much stuff we have that fits my preferences and find out how long a time it will last. Technically... I could always just turn on the Pandora station and let it go.

I have gluten steaks simmering on the stove. I am always shocked at how much they puff up. I made them tiny to begin with and they're like... huge now. And making my pot overflow onto the stove. Thanks, gluten steaks.

Since it's our turn to host Bible study tomorrow night, I thought I'd make pepper steaks to serve for supper for those who want to converge a bit early and eat first. Figured I'd get the steaks made today, since they are a slightly involved process in themselves, so I can not have to worry about that tomorrow when I'll be needing to make bread and soup and such for Sabbath. I also want to get the place dusted and vacuumed today, but we'll see how long my energy holds out.

Dan hasn't decided who he wants to have over after church exactly except Roger and Marla and the Guy Who Sits Next To Us at church whose name I don't know. I also suggested a couple people so we'll see who he ends up calling.

I'm watching the candles flickering here on the table. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with candles lately. I went for a LONG time without caring a bit whether I ever had any lit, and now that fall has hit it seems I want them on all the time. Our wedding candle is still here on the table. It's lasted this long... wondering if we can make it last to our second anniversary? :-) I'm not burning that one just now, though, just some smaller ones.

I suppose I'd better get off here. Steaks are almost done boiling.
butterbobbin: (Troi)
I wish I could remember more clearly the bizarre dreams I had last night. Because they were, truly, bizarre. I vaguely recall something about adding "o" to the end of words, and now that I'm awake I can't get "Peggy-O" out of my head.
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  • 07:30:37: is going for the Giant Puffball look today. It's 47 out. Dan's down coat sounds delish. Because, it can actually close over GooGoo.
  • 08:40:26: is treating GooGoo to some S&G while scanning more old photos.

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15.36 Jael Baldwin on the bed chilling with a book while Julie Andrews croons to GooGoo. He seems to have appreciations
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  • 08:05:24: the downyn eighbours are at it again
  • 09:13:31: Peach pies in the oven
  • 13:45:50: has creaks, cracks, and groans coming out of her bones, and full eighty-one days until morning.
  • 13:46:08: @eleneariel I never actually... heard of Banned Books Week.
  • 15:13:45: horrified that it took her the entire song of "Ah, the Moon Is Here" to remember it's from Footlight Parade. Slipping, I tell you. Slipping.
  • 15:14:28: @eleneariel Awesome. I'm fascinated.
  • 15:14:40: @sokorra I concur.
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butterbobbin: (al eye)
I'd like to know why the two lines I remember of Idaho's state song are randomly running through my head right now.

Srsly.

Who knows their state song, anyway? And Idaho's is hopelessly corny.

I mean, honestly.

***

Made up a batch of homemade laundry soap and cleaned out the fridge. It was really sticky and gross. Dan made pancake/tortilla type things for breakfast and we ate those with warm fruit sauce. I also had an ice-cold smoothie with my personal pharmacy mixed in.

I can tell the weather is changing because my old lady hands were stiff and achy this morning. I'm glad though. Sick of heat and the sun. I'm ready for a gloomy, rainy Oregon winter.

Hush.

Mr Baldwin is hungry. Better feed him.
butterbobbin: (WriterLew)
I find this particularly fascinating. The whole thing can be read here.

Shouting No Evidence of Sanctification

The manner in which the meetings in Indiana have been carried on, with noise and confusion, does not commend them to thoughtful, intelligent minds. There is nothing in these demonstrations which will convince the world that we have the truth. Mere noise and shouting are no evidence of sanctification, or of the descent of the Holy Spirit. Your wild demonstrations create only disgust in the minds of unbelievers. The fewer of such demonstrations there are, the better it will be for the actors and for the people in general...

...The Lord desires to have in His service order and discipline, not excitement and confusion. We are not now able to describe with accuracy the scenes to be enacted in our world in the future; but this we do know, that this is a time when we must watch unto prayer; for the great day of the Lord is at hand. Satan is rallying his forces. We need to be thoughtful and still, and to contemplate the truths of revelation. Excitement is not favorable to growth in grace, to true purity and sanctification of the spirit.

Worship With a Bedlam of Noise

It is impossible to estimate too largely the work that the Lord will accomplish through His proposed vessels in carrying out His mind and purpose. The things you have described as taking place in Indiana, the Lord has shown me would take place just before the close of probation. Every uncouth thing will be demonstrated. There will be shouting, with drums, music, and dancing. The senses of rational beings will become so confused that they cannot be trusted to make right decisions. And this is called the moving of the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit never reveals itself in such methods, in such a bedlam of noise. This is an invention of Satan to cover up his ingenious methods for making of none effect the pure, sincere, elevating, ennobling, sanctifying truth for this time. Better never have the worship of God blended with music than to use musical instruments to do the work which last January was represented to me would be brought into our camp meetings. The truth for this time needs nothing of this kind in its work of converting souls. A bedlam of noise shocks the senses and perverts that which if conducted aright might be a blessing. The powers of satanic agencies blend with the din and noise, to have a carnival, and this is termed the Holy Spirit's working.

No encouragement should be given to this kind of worship...

...The Holy Spirit has nothing to do with such a confusion of noise and multitude of sounds as passed before me last January. Satan works amid the din and confusion of such music, which, properly conducted, would be a praise and glory to God. He makes its effect like the poison sting of the serpent.

Those things which have been in the past will be in the future. Satan will make music a snare by the way in which it is conducted. God calls upon His people, who have the light before them in the Word and in the Testimonies, to read and consider, and to take heed. Clear and definite instruction has been given in order that all may understand. But the itching desire to originate something new results in strange doctrines, and largely destroys the influence of those who would be a power for good if they held firm the beginning of their confidence in the truth the Lord had given them.

- Ellen White, Selected Messages, Volume 2
butterbobbin: (ronniemandolin)
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. - Leopold Stokowski

He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. - Robert Browning

Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings. - Robert Benchley
butterbobbin: (al eye)
Why are the church bells playing "All Through the Night" at eight in the morning?
butterbobbin: (al eye)
As I was walking I went by the church tower that plays bells and it was playing a song. I instantly recognised the tune and as a few of the words came back to me, the first thing that popped into my head was a tune name, "Benedic Anima".

So I got home, pulled out a hymnbook, thought it was number 2, was wrong, the number 4 popped into my head, I turned the page, and number 4 was indeed the correct song and number 3 on the facing page was Benedic Anima.

I'm not sure if I should be scared or pleased that a decade after my obsession with this particular hymnbook that sort of thing still is filed in my brain?


O my soul, bless Thou Jehovah,
All within me, bless his name;
Bless Jehovah, and forget not
All His Mercies to proclaim:
For as high as is the heaven,
Far above the earth below,
Ever great to them that fear
Him Is the mercy He will show.

Chorus:
Bless Jehovah, all His creatures
Ever under His control,
All throughout His vast dominion;
Bless Jehovah, O my soul.
For as high as is the heaven,
Far above the earth below,
Ever great to them that fear
Him Is the mercy He will show.

Who forgives all thy transgressions,
Thy diseases all who heals,
Who redeems thee from destruction,
Who with thee so kindly deals.
For as high as is the heaven,
Far above the earth below,
Ever great to them that fear Him
Is the mercy He will show.
butterbobbin: (ronniemandolin)
Okay, so this has been running through my head anyway, and so I'm listening to various renditions of it on YouTube. Verse 4 was new to me via [livejournal.com profile] ruthette and then I discovered it is included in the version in the Adventist hymnal - sweet. I like the whole song, but there's something special about that verse.

But verses 2 and 5? New. I have to say I think 2 is kind of an odd one because I'm not quite sure what is implied by "firstborn seraph"... since angels were created, not born. I find that confusing. Aside from that it's a good verse. In 5 I'm not too fond of the reference to "hostile Heaven" because if Heaven was hostile, Jesus would never have bothered to make the sacrifice in the first place. There would probably be a way to reword it suitably.

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.


^^This is sooooooooo lovely and majestic.
butterbobbin: (al eye)
In the early morning hours of hazy brain, between dozing and being woken up by the heat generated by an orange fuzzball, I heard "El Condor Pasa" playing in my head, but the words were:

I'd rather have a pitchfork in my brain,
Yes I would
If I could


I think I need psychoanalysis.
butterbobbin: (ronniemandolin)
I really don't have much to say. Andrew and Kai were both pretty out of it last night. I think Andrew said maybe ten words outside of prayer time.

I really wish I had the sheet music for this version of Before the Throne of God Above. Go listen. It's purty. I love this album muchly. Dan has it. It makes me happy even though I think he could have incorporated a few more less-well-known hymns in there. So calming.
butterbobbin: (ronniemandolin)
The church bells are playing You Raise Me Up.
butterbobbin: (data spot)
I iz tired. I've spent a good part of my morning editing down my digital copy of my Messiah record to individual tracks, and today's burning question is this:

Why does it seem there is NO copy of "Messiah" that is complete and unabridged? And I'm talking about really, truly complete and unabridged, including the four choruses after "Lift Up Your Heads" that I have yet to hear, period. I can understand why in a concert performance you abridge it, because the average modern audience isn't into three hours of baroque vocalisations, but on a recording, dude, seriously.

***

Spot looks so pitiful and sad in his Plastic Collar of Doom. I can't wait for him to be out of it.

***

I'm on iTunes and I found a Messiah that is complete. My irritation can now subside.
butterbobbin: (Default)
Just for the record?

Amazon.com mp3 downloads trying to use a Visa Gift Card? DOES NOT WORK.

I wanted the DRM free, but dude. Dan and I both fought with it and finally we just went through iTunes. Which, I don't really care, and the Christmas album ended up being DRM free there anyway.

*shakes head*
butterbobbin: (carry on)
I love the ghetto-ness of MySpace because it allows me to be "friends" with the likes of Jaime Jorge and Fernando Ortega. The latter currently has all the tracks of his new Christmas album to listen to on his page.

DROOL.




I hate pain. How are you?






EDIT: That would be FIVE of the songs from the new Christmas album. I blame pain.
butterbobbin: (data books)
I have my adaptation of this recipe from "Mum" in the oven right now. We'll see how they turn out. They look like they'll be really yummy.

Later I will need to upload pictures of Spot in his first real walk in the snow. He was quite good, in fact, and didn't seem particularly phased by the snow. He was stubborn in the same way he's stubborn every day, snow or not.

Today seems to be his day for getting on the table despite constant reprimands and squirts of water.

Vacuum time... except a very affectionate kitten demands love in the form of lap sitting.

Also, a few flakes are dropping from the sky. Just a few. Donna says they got like five more inches... Dan is thinking of going over there tomorrow after church so we can enjoy some real snow. That would be fun. It would save me having to make food for tomorrow, beyond the muffins.

How do you shoo a warm, furry friend off your lap?

Furthermore, how do warm, furry friends know when you're busiest so they can choose THAT time to be cuddly??

***

On a side note, I really like songs that can be taken to mean either advent of Christ. "Joy to the World" is one of them. It seems to be fitting for either his birth or his second coming. "Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus" is another. Happy making.

Well, since Spot is being so cuddly, I think I'll expound a little more on Narnia and my observations thereof... here under the cut )

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