Moot Thoughts & Musings

Last night I spent a lot of time sorting through the pile of file boxes that have been sitting in a corner piled high for nearly a year. One the one hand, I'm impressed with how well I sorted on the other end of the packing chain. It was pretty easy to transfer the contents directly into a filing cabinet. On the other hand, there were still the few "why the heck do I still have this!?" like the Counterpoint notebook from the oh, one week I was in Counterpoint class as an undergrad before I decided that persisting beyond a week was a total waste of time due to lack of pedagogical interest in student learning. (He really was a truly awful professor.)

I also found some fun things. A notebook from highschool that various friends and I had written different memories in, especially our first impressions with our new school (since we all came at different times). That was kind of fun to leaf through. I'm a hopeless sentimental. I keep stuff like that.

I also realized what awesome classes I had in grad school!! I remember having enjoyed them. But it's just been such a weird two years since I was in classes, that I've forgotten a lot about them. I had the coolest series of classes/seminars with my advisor, and to see the notebooks lined up together is inspiring. I will always be glad to have those. They are the kind of thing I won't be able to find anywhere else, because he's like a Major Expert along his field. And his take was particularly lucid and thorough.

And I found this whole huge chunk of cello music/resources. My cello is floating around the room I'm cleaning, and it kind of made me turn around and say "hey, Mr. Cello, we should get together soon. It's been too long." There was a time when a lot of my life was devoted to the cello, not that I've been particularly awesome, but I could hold my own.

Regrouping. A good thing.