not enough abstract watercolors in the world! (90/365g)

did art with nina, first i met her after work and printed some posters (btw anais was annoyed that we found a typo on the thing she made) and we printed some poetry on fancy paper. we also used fancy paper to print that poem josef sent me a few days ago. first i had to cut the edges off the paper so it didn't wreck the printer - then i had to rough the edges back up so i had that handmade look again.

then we took separate ways home, brian went to shape singing and nina came to me and we had prosecco and painted. i was very unzufrieden with my abstract watercolors - nick told me years ago that there is not enough abstract water colors in the world - i tend to agree.

10 minute job will take at least 10 days (89/365g)

Brian didn't manage to fix the front gate latch. I didn't want that to be the whole day, but I guess it takes that long. I got the kids to clean up a whole bag of paper junk from years gone by, and I also finished the de-painting the bathroom door finally. Baked bread. Made buckwheat pancakes. Still have a low grade headache (4th day!) I was super tired and lay down with Kristin Lavransdotir which is such a difficult book to read because it is soooo physically large and heavy that it always falls on my face.

 
With Sina I we did a work evening. For him i biked like an insane person to the camera store at südtirolerpl only to find that the manual focus lens that he wanted from there before closing time was actually not there. got a different one instead - those manual lenses are still kind of the best i think. increadible the fotos he was taking with his adapter ring. 

palm sunday (88/365g)

Palm Sunday - Theodore and Brian sang in the mass. I couldn't convince Henry and Felix to come along. The acoustics outside, where they began the mass, were terrible. It is still unbelievably windy. Brian went for a 25km run with some park-run friends - he went half of the way on his own, because he left nearly an hour late because we hadn't changed all the clocks forward by an hour yet. Went to the Foersters to grill, but it was too windy to be outside. The adults watched Tampopo while the kids spent the time not agreeing to do any one thing - great, but very weird, movie.

On the way there, we missed the bus by a hair, and had to wait more than 10 minutes, which gave me enough time to write a tune. While looking for a title, I saw on the info-screen that it was the 140th anniversary of Steinitz winning the first world chess championship, so the tune got named in his honor... Steinitz's Rag. It's a pretty great little tune, if I do say so myself.

no more angel voices (87/365g)

ferien are here! end of singschul! Brian and I got a message from Andrea saying that "ab sofort" Theodore and Henry were no longer supposed to come to Gruppe 3. She's never kept any boys after stimmbruch before but I guess this last weekend in Salzburg really clinched the deal for her. Henry and Theodore were disappointed but accepted the inevitable. 

The Zorns were having a birthday party for Artur which we went to in Eggenberg. The kids did bow and arrow shooting and I lay lazily in the sun. My head is quite hurty from the little bit of sleep-deprivation and I think also the weather. Literally under the weather.  we watched Zelig this evening. despite everyone being seemingly entranced the whole movie, they all told me it was "quite boring" when it finished... eh, that's ok.

hornstrauch (86/365g)

I essentially didn't sleep at all last night, the wind kept me up and actually even scared me a bit. In the morning I think every pine cone from the tree was on the floor. I filled the bio-trash almost to the brim with downed pine needles and cones and branches. Josef and I wrote back and forth to each other, because I sent him my poem from a few days ago and he wrote a translation - which I think is even better than the original. - i say that really unwillingly but it is true - it expresses my ideas better than i did myself in english. - you be the judge... i do very much like the word "dogwood" 

I made bärlauch pesto from the garden. I cooked as fast as I could so the kids would be able to eat before they moved on to their next stuff. Theodore got home with incredible Math Olympiad results - 4th in Styria/Kärnten with the privilege of going on to the next round. We need to celebrate! Theodore and Henry were at quartet with me, and we actually did a lot - they even totally participated! Met up with Niko and walked around. It was really windy and my head was hurting. Eventually we got ourselves a tea. He told me about how medieval parliament works and I told him about the differences between butterfly bush and lilacs.  Weird gig at Café Wolf in the evening. I was pretty nervous about it actually, but when I got there and saw how disorganized everything was I spent the time being a bit bored and speed sketching the other participants. it was essentially a glorified open-mic night. 

expectation: the band play three pieces and i play with them. reality: band plays ten pieces, i play two.
expectation: we start at 8. reality: we started at 10
expectation: i play no solos. reality: he points at me and says "go" ... err... half the band goes on, the other half doesnt,  eww.

cute little diminutions (85/365g)

Brian and I walked Theodore to the hauptbahnhof this morning to send him off to Leibnitz to participate in the Math Olympiad pre-round. He definitely doesn't need us to walk with him, but we went for the fun of spending a tiny bit of time together. Went directly from there to work where I wrote a application for a grant in luxemburg. Didn't play a note in my baroque violin lesson - instead we talked about diminutions. Stayed for kammermusik, and when I was finally home Brian had a Circle Mirror Transformations rehearsal. 

same wars different days (84/365g)

Hurt my finger walking up the stairs. Slipped, dumped out a box of popcorn kernels and my finger got caught under the door. Oww! Hurts! 

Called Josef spontaneously because I'm working on my tune-book that he promised to print for me. He stopped by, looked and my computer, and we decided to head out together to a gallery opening, by Maryam Mohammadi. Her images of memories of war made 10 years ago were particularly unfortunately relevant now. We looked at her artwork a while, I wrote a poem, and then the two of us went to the Bodega for a glass of wine. Quite a lovely evening, but a wind storm of epic proportions was brewing as I left at 11:30pm and it was raining.