After-NYSMF: day three
It's 10 am, wednesday ...
Normally at this time, I would be frantically finishing up prep for announcements with Ms. Kim in the main office, hoping I hadn't missed anyone's birthday, and praying to every deity imaginable that it would NOT be another "Wacky Wild Schedule Day".
Instead, I'm packing up my room in Hulbert (yes, I lived in Hulbert, well hidden from prying eyes), wondering just how much extra paper and computer cable I have accumulated during this summer, and worrying about keeping my box of 70 mini-DV tapes safe until I can process them into Official NYSMF DVDs. These will be all the concerts, some of the master classes, and the Yamaha/Silent String documentary that I need to put together this year. Yikes. I need to open a new production house: how does "NYSMF Productions Ink" sound?
This is one of the oddest feelings I've encountered for some time. The entire two months I have spent in Oneonta have taken on a thoroughly unreal quality. "Did all of that really happen?" I have to keep asking myself. It's as if I have been asleep and dreaming for all of that time, and will suddenly awake in my own bed in Los Angeles, struggling with post-dream disorientation.
The intensity and sheer joy of this first summer of NYSMF is the culprit. After doing so much in such a short time, and doing all of it every single day, anything else in life is looking pretty tame in comparison. All of us accomplished something every single day here at NYSMF, sometimes every single hour or minute or second, whether it was prepping a student's file; emailing a parent; talking to a business; teaching a class; playing in an ensemble; organizing an event; everything and anything.
In contrast, I could spend all year in LA doing nothing but watching TV. That's one of the real gifts of being part of NYSMF: it focussed my energies and skills away from reruns of "Sealab 2021" or my dogged determination to watch every last episode of "Dragonball" via Netflix. Instead of wasting all of my time, I was doing something really great every single moment.
I suppose I could set a good example and carry over this NYSMF energy into my regular life. Stay tuned -- I've got LOTS of work to do to get you your concert DVDs, organize all the photos I took, and to take a big part in getting NYSMF 2007 all set up and ready to go next June 24, 2007. And I hope to see you all there again, too!
--Keisuke
Normally at this time, I would be frantically finishing up prep for announcements with Ms. Kim in the main office, hoping I hadn't missed anyone's birthday, and praying to every deity imaginable that it would NOT be another "Wacky Wild Schedule Day".
Instead, I'm packing up my room in Hulbert (yes, I lived in Hulbert, well hidden from prying eyes), wondering just how much extra paper and computer cable I have accumulated during this summer, and worrying about keeping my box of 70 mini-DV tapes safe until I can process them into Official NYSMF DVDs. These will be all the concerts, some of the master classes, and the Yamaha/Silent String documentary that I need to put together this year. Yikes. I need to open a new production house: how does "NYSMF Productions Ink" sound?
This is one of the oddest feelings I've encountered for some time. The entire two months I have spent in Oneonta have taken on a thoroughly unreal quality. "Did all of that really happen?" I have to keep asking myself. It's as if I have been asleep and dreaming for all of that time, and will suddenly awake in my own bed in Los Angeles, struggling with post-dream disorientation.
The intensity and sheer joy of this first summer of NYSMF is the culprit. After doing so much in such a short time, and doing all of it every single day, anything else in life is looking pretty tame in comparison. All of us accomplished something every single day here at NYSMF, sometimes every single hour or minute or second, whether it was prepping a student's file; emailing a parent; talking to a business; teaching a class; playing in an ensemble; organizing an event; everything and anything.
In contrast, I could spend all year in LA doing nothing but watching TV. That's one of the real gifts of being part of NYSMF: it focussed my energies and skills away from reruns of "Sealab 2021" or my dogged determination to watch every last episode of "Dragonball" via Netflix. Instead of wasting all of my time, I was doing something really great every single moment.
I suppose I could set a good example and carry over this NYSMF energy into my regular life. Stay tuned -- I've got LOTS of work to do to get you your concert DVDs, organize all the photos I took, and to take a big part in getting NYSMF 2007 all set up and ready to go next June 24, 2007. And I hope to see you all there again, too!
--Keisuke
posted by NYSMF at
10:08 AM
1 Comments:
Keisuke!! i agree. about things. and i am missing camp, which surprised me at first and then made sense.
also: i took my key and my meal card home and i can't figure out where to send them.
love,
naomi
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