I have not blogged in a while.

Today brought with it the realization that I haven’t blogged for a while. I’ve been up to a lot of fun things lately since I got back to school. There’s never a shortage of stuff to do, and I’ve been busy having coffee meetings with various friends to talk about books, restaurant trips, and a … Continue reading

Music as Food

About a month ago, at a piano concert, one of the AMF piano fellows mentioned that in their attempt to put together a coherent program, they ended up putting together something that resembled “the appetizer platter at TGI Friday’s.” I commented on Facebook later that I didn’t think this was a Bad Thing necessarily, and … Continue reading


Isn’t it weird that there’s only part of August left? Means that the time frame I sort of gave myself for completing a lot of things kind of slipped past while I was in Taiwan and Maine, respectively. I gave myself August to 1. do at least a draft of a personal statement and 2. … Continue reading

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Votre âme est un paysage choisi Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques. Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur L’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune Ils n’ont pas l’air de croire à leur bonheur Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune, … Continue reading

From SAFARI to Prince Igor: Tour de Ballet

This season, I had the wonderful opportunity to return to The State Ballet of Rhode Island as Communications Intern and performer. As I’ve written about in previous blog posts, it’s been a wonderful experience, and I am so glad to be back. I’ve just come off a long weekend full of dress rehearsals and performances … Continue reading

Five-Finger Exercises: Pollicle Dogs and Wopsical Hats

In my reading, I’ve come across T.S. Eliot’s often overlooked “Five-finger Exercises,” a short sequence of poems composed perhaps around 1935-1940 (the exact date escapes me). This is yet another of his poems which hearkens back to musical imagery. Hanon’s Piano Exercises were a much despised way (in my opinion) for a pianist to exercise … Continue reading