Tag Archives: sadness

Take the teacher, not the course

10 Feb

I wrote this before the term started:

One of the biggest reasons that I hate splitting a series of coursework is that you’re fighting at least three things: time, methodology, and instructor. Taking a year gap in my 130 coursework was not the plan, especially since it means picking up with a different instructor (not bad, just different–different generation => different tactics) but it is what it is. The good: all the instructors (former and current) know who I am and I’ve been keeping in touch which means I’m not in a vacuum–if I need help I’ll have it. The bad: I’m picking this up in the second half of the series which means I’m expected to know the material from the first half (information that everybody else in the class has freshly imprinted on their minds.) The ugly: Changing instructors means changing texts… My old text did things in a “reverse” order from the common presentation. Specifically, we jumped right into epsilon delta proofs and continuity arguments whereas almost everybody else and their mother starts with sequences and series, compactness, and subsequential limit points.

It’s going to be an adjustment and I will have my difficulties fighting this material. But call me an optimist–I think I can do this.

I was an idiot, and I was ignoring so many signs. Including the ones I couldn’t have foreseen.  Continue reading

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Take Five–the final meeting

13 Dec

Wow… My last meeting of the vestibular group. Correction: the last meeting of this vestibular group. Continue reading

Best laid plans of mice…

12 Dec

So about 30 minutes after yesterday’s Cutie post, I knew I had completely set myself up for a fall because… Yeah, rain. It just started raining about two hours ago, and like clockwork I woke out of a dead sleep and made my obligatory offering to the porcelain god. And I just feel like crap, so I’m going to lay down and try to sleep this off with the hope that I’m not legitimately sick, but just extremely out of it due to the water falling from the sky. Here’s a tune I’ve had on repeat all yesterday afternoon to soothe my rainy mood:

Last minute edit: I just learned that Ravi Shankar passed away. Fuck it all.

Chasing Pirates

8 Dec

It’s a bit past midnight and I can already see that my old friend insomnia is visiting. Continue reading

Seriously world? SERIOUSLY?

5 Dec

Damn, this is a really fucking awful year for my favorite Davids!

First Rakoff on August 9th, 2012 and today we lose Dave Brubeck. I am so incredibly saddened by this, you have no idea. Dave Brubeck is the soundtrack to the good parts of my childhood. I was brought up in jazz. I don’t mean this schlocky musically homogenized crap that Kenny G and his ilk spew out, I mean the good stuff. Oscar Peterson, Miles Davis, Thelonius Monk, John Coltrane, Horace Silver, Stan Getz, Henry Mancini  Vince Guarldi, Louis Armstrong, Gene Krupa, Buddy Rich, Nat King Cole I can do this for days, people. Jazz influenced my life in so many ways–screw classical, if you want your kid to hear something that’ll make their neurons twitch, go prenatal jazz with the Baby Einstein tapes.

My favorite musician? The one I identified with most? Hands down, Dave Brubeck. This was the first musical styling that connected to–not my dad’s, not any professional recommendation–my decision and mine alone. It was my first real strike at independence. At all the jazz festivals I’ve been privy to (as a kid I used to work hospitality for the musicians) Take Five was the first standard for which I could chew the fat with the swingin’ jazz cats. It empowered me in some pretty critical developmental stages. 

This sucks. It’s like losing a piece of yourself to the progression of time. And I feel as though I’ve lost so much of that over the past two years to this vertigo. Still, the one beautiful thing about the art form is that it can be preserved on CD. So, I’m going to pop in Time Out and spin away to the strains of the Quartet. Here’s to you Dave. Here’s to you.