Proof reading … it matters.

That being said (or written) I nearly always have a typo when I post something like this. I guess it’s sort of like getting my just deserts … hah! … that was on porpoise, I promise!

Dr. Henry Morgan is portrayed by Welsh actor Ioan Gruffudd. Americans might remember him on the big screen as Lt. John Beales in Black Hawk Down or Mister Fantastic in Fantastic Four. But before making it in Hollywood, Gruffudd was an accomplished oboist in his teens. He played in the South Glamorgan Youth Orchestra for several years and he also won prizes for his high baritone signing. He credits his early musical career for his confidence as an actor today.

I read it here. 😉

In case you don’t read comments, I’ve been educated on the whole “just deserts” thing and while I thought I was being funny I wasn’t. Who knew? Glad to have this bit ‘o knowledge. Let’s see if I can remember it.

In the usage “…just deserts,” “deserts” is indeed the correct spelling. It has nothing to do with “dessert,” the after-meal treat, but instead is a different word that derives from a French ancestor to our word “deserve.”

22. September 2014 · Comments Off on I Love My Job · Categories: Ramble

I did a run of Wicked, a part of the Broadway San Jose series, for three weeks. I played the final two performances of Rigoletto. I now move on to Symphony Silicon Valley, where I play English horn on the Respighi and Berlioz. All the while I continue to teach.

I really do love my job. I don’t get bored, to be sure, and I love the variety of music I get to play, and the students I get to work with. Sometimes I marvel at the fact that I’ve been at this, as a professional, since I joined the union in 1974 (and I was teaching even before that). Yep. 1974. Amazing, don’t you think? I was a high school senior when I joined, and I did so because I was going to playing in San Jose Municipal Band for the summer. (Does that even exist now?) I also played my first San Jose Symphony concert that summer, if I’m remembering correctly. I was just seventeen and I hadn’t a clue that this would be my life.

I’m grateful.

Of course it’s also hard work. I whine. I get nervous. I worry about my playing and my reeds. I wonder when I should retire. Perhaps I’m not really any good and no one is telling me. Hm.

Yep, I worry about stuff like that!

Here … have a flower for putting up with me! Shoot, have a bee, too!


22. September 2014 · Comments Off on TQOD · Categories: TQOD

We Facetimed while she made oboe reeds. She’s a master at multi tasking & the truth is, she doesn’t have time for social media