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Productive-Barb vs. Slug-Barb, Week 2
Jan. 12th, 2009 11:15 pmA new Monday, a new weekly battle against the slug commences. On the up side, the daily schedule has been adhered to once again. On the down side, the results of the writing portion were pathetic.
Reading: More of Musicophilia, which I'm still finding extremely fascinating. The chapter I read today dealt with various forms of amusia, wherein tones are not recognized as tones. There were people who, instead of hearing/experiencing music the way most people do, would hear it as a screeching car or clattering pots.
Exercising: About 40 minutes of pilates
Music Stuff: Rehearsal night, wherin the first few measures of Carmina Burana made me painfully aware of just how vocally lazy I've gotten.
Writing: I wrote, but not much. I spent a lot of time staring at the computer screen. It wasn't even slugdom. I was there with my butt in the chair, chapter 2 open in front of me the whole time, but my brain just refused to work. Threatening it with physical exertion didn't help this time, though the physical exertion itself did seem to get the gears moving a little. But by then I only had a few minutes to crank a paltry handful of words before it was time to make dinner and head out to rehearsal.
Reading: More of Musicophilia, which I'm still finding extremely fascinating. The chapter I read today dealt with various forms of amusia, wherein tones are not recognized as tones. There were people who, instead of hearing/experiencing music the way most people do, would hear it as a screeching car or clattering pots.
Exercising: About 40 minutes of pilates
Music Stuff: Rehearsal night, wherin the first few measures of Carmina Burana made me painfully aware of just how vocally lazy I've gotten.
Writing: I wrote, but not much. I spent a lot of time staring at the computer screen. It wasn't even slugdom. I was there with my butt in the chair, chapter 2 open in front of me the whole time, but my brain just refused to work. Threatening it with physical exertion didn't help this time, though the physical exertion itself did seem to get the gears moving a little. But by then I only had a few minutes to crank a paltry handful of words before it was time to make dinner and head out to rehearsal.
