Jesus was walking down the road one sunny afternoon when, in the distance, he heard a man crying. As he approached the man, he asked him, “Man, why are you crying?”
“Because I cannot see, Jesus. Please, please, rid me of this curse,” said the blind man.
Just then, Jesus breathed upon his hands, gently touched the eyes of the blind man, and said, “open your eyes and see; you are healed!”
“It’s a miracle, praise the Lord! Thank you Jesus,” said the man, as he beheld the beauty of God’s creation with fresh eyes.
Jesus continued down the road, feeling glad that life was so groovy, and his followers so rad. As he strolled along the path humming a joyful tune, he heard what sounded like yet another man crying. This man was lying in the dirt, weeping and feeling terribly sorry for himself and his predicament. Jesus asked him, “Man, why are you lying in the dirt and weeping; do not the reasons to rejoice and be glad abound in God’s Kingdom?”
The man stopped weeping and responded, “Lord, I would feel glad, but I cannot walk and am thus stuck out here, away from my family and my home.”
Jesus descended to one knee and held his hands over the man, whispering something holy under his breath. “Man, stand up and walk; you are healed!”
“My Lord, I can walk—it’s a miracle—thank you, Jesus!” And with that, the man skipped and hopped away, whistling an ebullient ditty as he frolicked.
As Jesus continued down the road, feeling contented with the overwhelmingly positive nature of his day, he heard yet another man crying in the distance. He doubted himself (albeit briefly) at first, but soon realized that he was simply in high demand on this particular afternoon.
He approached the man—who seemed to be the picture of health, but full of sorrow—and said, “man, why are you crying?”
The man choked back tears and muttered, “Because I’m a violist.”
And Jesus sat and wept with him…
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Grate Expectations, Welcome.
First and foremost, welcome to my humble little blog, wherein you will likely come to find ramblings, musings, rantings, ravings, nerdy clarinet shop talk action and other misc. oddities. I hope you find it all to be useful, charming and readable!
Let’s get something straight here: the concept of blogging has always seemed absurd to me, and I’ve avoided the phenomenon like that Vietnamese restaurant off of Argyle that keeps being shut down by the City of Chicago for health code violations. I won’t name names.
In all seriousness, the word ‘blog’ always seemed to embody this sense of self-inflation that, despite my self-confidence, made me sour. But I now see that this is an excellent means of letting out some steam, clearing your chest, posting things for anyone to see—connecting and sharing with people—and seeing where the journey takes you. I hope I haven’t gotten all sentimental in vain. This better be cool.
It’s worth saying a few words about the title, for those of us who aren’t classically trained musicians and/or physics geeks (a physics expert I am not, but it comes with the territory of being a clarinetist that you must have an understanding of the basics of sound & acoustics). In the literal sense, “Odd Partials” refers to the way in which the Overtone Series functions on the clarinet, which is what makes the instrument both incredibly unique and a major pain in the neck (insert time-tested cliché re: double-edged swords right here). To put it simply, the clarinet only contains the odd partials (harmonics) of the overtone series(well, kind of … )—more on that later. I also see the title as analogous with my personality, which should become evident with subsequent posts. I have a penchant for odd quipping and quasi-off-color humor and repartee.
So we’ll just have to see what happens. Please feel free to comment; I love discussion. If I’m wrong, try not to rub it in too hard when you correct me, I’m a sensitive chap that likes intelligent discussion and loathes condescension.
Oh, and I’m a Taurean Oxen, which is interesting to some more than others (I fall into the ‘others’ category, mostly). It does, however, say something about my character.
Cheers!
Let’s get something straight here: the concept of blogging has always seemed absurd to me, and I’ve avoided the phenomenon like that Vietnamese restaurant off of Argyle that keeps being shut down by the City of Chicago for health code violations. I won’t name names.
In all seriousness, the word ‘blog’ always seemed to embody this sense of self-inflation that, despite my self-confidence, made me sour. But I now see that this is an excellent means of letting out some steam, clearing your chest, posting things for anyone to see—connecting and sharing with people—and seeing where the journey takes you. I hope I haven’t gotten all sentimental in vain. This better be cool.
It’s worth saying a few words about the title, for those of us who aren’t classically trained musicians and/or physics geeks (a physics expert I am not, but it comes with the territory of being a clarinetist that you must have an understanding of the basics of sound & acoustics). In the literal sense, “Odd Partials” refers to the way in which the Overtone Series functions on the clarinet, which is what makes the instrument both incredibly unique and a major pain in the neck (insert time-tested cliché re: double-edged swords right here). To put it simply, the clarinet only contains the odd partials (harmonics) of the overtone series(well, kind of … )—more on that later. I also see the title as analogous with my personality, which should become evident with subsequent posts. I have a penchant for odd quipping and quasi-off-color humor and repartee.
So we’ll just have to see what happens. Please feel free to comment; I love discussion. If I’m wrong, try not to rub it in too hard when you correct me, I’m a sensitive chap that likes intelligent discussion and loathes condescension.
Oh, and I’m a Taurean Oxen, which is interesting to some more than others (I fall into the ‘others’ category, mostly). It does, however, say something about my character.
Cheers!
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