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On the way to Roger's yesterday, Stuart Hinds returned my call. Oh, my goodness.
My editing abilities have apparently become a shared factoid among the Shepherd faculty. I'm proofing Dr. Bailey's vocal rep book as she writes it for our class concurrently with the subjects she teaches. She must have mentioned it to her husband, because he asked me, one day right as I was about to go into studio and they were walking by, whether I could proof an ESL piano grad student's paper. I haven't been contacted about that yet, but in the middle of last week, Dr. Gottschalk stopped me after Aural Skills and told me he had a proofing gig for me. I don't know how he found out about my now demonstrably infamous mad skillz, but he gave me the number of Amazing Overtone Counterpoint Man Stuart Hinds, who came to Shepherd Singers last year to teach us how to sing overtones and to demonstrate his ability to sing Renaissance counterpoint by himself. So, Dr. Gottschalk called him and told him to expect a call from me regarding a paper he wanted help with.
He called while I was in the car on the Westpark Tollway, and asked how much I charged. Since I had no idea, I told him to come up with something, and I think $20-hr is probably fine. The gig, get this, is to edit the tone of his paper so that the journal he publishes it in will accept it, because right now it's too full of itself. I have a LOT of practice with this kind of editing, my friends. I practically live with Stephan. Anyway, I have an appointment with Mr. Hinds at 2:00 on Saturday to discuss changes I propose to make to his paper, but he hasn't sent it to me yet, so we'll see what happens.
We got through an astonishing amount of Renaissance material at Roger's, despite Bryan's absence, so we'll be ready for him next time (three weekends from now, I think). Roger seems unduly enamored of the King's Singers arrangement of Blackbird for someone who knows very little of the Beatles; he keeps having us record it. Which is fine, because it's easy, and pretty.
Dinner was lovely, as always, but in the middle of it I got rather a strange call from Stephan suggesting that I come over when I was done at Roger's. I did, to find everyone in the house on his own cell phone. It was a coincidence, but still. We watched a couple classic West Wing eps, talked, helped Bryan reduce the disaster in the kitchen to manageable proportions (he put Dawn in the dishwasher and it covered the floor with suds), had a recovery party in Ben's room, and crashed. Stephan has established a towel in the bathroom for me, so I no longer use the bathmat to avoid getting cooties on the boys' towels. It's surprisingly conducive to a certain level of contentment to wake up here and witness the hazy early-morning banter and lack of clothes. I've become so domestic in my old age. Yeah, I'll be 20 on Wednesday (Stephan's tomorrow). I'll no longer be a teenager. What a strange thought.
I guess it's time to get going for class. I could sit here and listen to this song for months without getting up for more than the necessities.
My editing abilities have apparently become a shared factoid among the Shepherd faculty. I'm proofing Dr. Bailey's vocal rep book as she writes it for our class concurrently with the subjects she teaches. She must have mentioned it to her husband, because he asked me, one day right as I was about to go into studio and they were walking by, whether I could proof an ESL piano grad student's paper. I haven't been contacted about that yet, but in the middle of last week, Dr. Gottschalk stopped me after Aural Skills and told me he had a proofing gig for me. I don't know how he found out about my now demonstrably infamous mad skillz, but he gave me the number of Amazing Overtone Counterpoint Man Stuart Hinds, who came to Shepherd Singers last year to teach us how to sing overtones and to demonstrate his ability to sing Renaissance counterpoint by himself. So, Dr. Gottschalk called him and told him to expect a call from me regarding a paper he wanted help with.
He called while I was in the car on the Westpark Tollway, and asked how much I charged. Since I had no idea, I told him to come up with something, and I think $20-hr is probably fine. The gig, get this, is to edit the tone of his paper so that the journal he publishes it in will accept it, because right now it's too full of itself. I have a LOT of practice with this kind of editing, my friends. I practically live with Stephan. Anyway, I have an appointment with Mr. Hinds at 2:00 on Saturday to discuss changes I propose to make to his paper, but he hasn't sent it to me yet, so we'll see what happens.
We got through an astonishing amount of Renaissance material at Roger's, despite Bryan's absence, so we'll be ready for him next time (three weekends from now, I think). Roger seems unduly enamored of the King's Singers arrangement of Blackbird for someone who knows very little of the Beatles; he keeps having us record it. Which is fine, because it's easy, and pretty.
Dinner was lovely, as always, but in the middle of it I got rather a strange call from Stephan suggesting that I come over when I was done at Roger's. I did, to find everyone in the house on his own cell phone. It was a coincidence, but still. We watched a couple classic West Wing eps, talked, helped Bryan reduce the disaster in the kitchen to manageable proportions (he put Dawn in the dishwasher and it covered the floor with suds), had a recovery party in Ben's room, and crashed. Stephan has established a towel in the bathroom for me, so I no longer use the bathmat to avoid getting cooties on the boys' towels. It's surprisingly conducive to a certain level of contentment to wake up here and witness the hazy early-morning banter and lack of clothes. I've become so domestic in my old age. Yeah, I'll be 20 on Wednesday (Stephan's tomorrow). I'll no longer be a teenager. What a strange thought.
I guess it's time to get going for class. I could sit here and listen to this song for months without getting up for more than the necessities.
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