So I'm about midway through my choir tour now and things have been going really well. We just finished up doing some high school visits. There are a lot of good things about high school visits and a couple of bad. High school kids are typically really impressed with the things we can do. In smaller towns, they've never heard a choir as good as we are. They get really enthusiastic and that's what we like to see. You always come across the angstastic teenagers though. The snotty girls who text, and fix their hair while you sing. The boys who think they're too cool to sing in choirs. The jerk who falls asleep in the back. It is rude and disrespectful. It doesn't happen a lot, but every now and again, you come see a teenager that you just want to shake! That aside, we have a concert tonight in Rapid City and I'm hoping it will be a good one. Michelle might come and that would be fantastic. I haven't seen her in a year and I missed her wedding. I would love to spend some time catching up with her. She was my roommate for 2 1/2 years and she is a friend that I don't want to lose touch with. I wish it weren't in the middle of tour so I could actually spend substantial amounts of time with her, but I'll take what I can get.
I finished reading The Gargoyle and I was very impressed with it. The writing was really fantastic and I was glued to it. There wasn't a whole lot to hook you. That's how you know Andrew Davidson is really talented. The entire book was about the every day life of a recovering burn victim. The main character narrates the entire book and there is a lot of opportunity for it to get boring. It never does though. It blows my mind! Anyway! While in the burn ward at a hospital, the narrator meets a woman that he believes to be mentally ill.
She says that she has known him in past lives and has been looking for him. She's a sculptor who specializes in making grotesques (gargoyles) and is convinced that her invisible three masters guide her on her path to put hearts in the stone. Over the course of the main character's recovery, she tells him the story of her childhood and how they came to meet. She tells him why they've ended up in the positions that they have. He becomes very close to this woman because she is devoted to him despite his terrifying appearance. She stands by him and helps him get better. She helps him face some harsh truths about himself. There is no real climax to the book. There are moments of intensity but that isn't what's fascinating about the story. It's all in the imagery. Davidson paints such beautiful pictures with his words. At one point in the book, the narrator is going through his own version of Dante's Inferno. Davidson's writing makes everything so vivid and enthralling. Near the end, the narrator is given a choice to remain in the inferno in his pre-burned form or go back to the woman he loves and come to terms with his appearance. He chooses to return and finds that he has to makes decisions that will change his and his love's lives forever. I would highly recommend this book. It took me a little while to get in the right mind frame for the story, but once I did, it was perfectly told.
I dub Tuesdays "Tacky Tuesdays"! So on this day, I'll talk about something that I think is super tacky. Today, I'll go with leggings as pants. It is a really obvious thing. Some girls can pull it off, most can't. I especially love it when said skinnies are paired with Ugg boots or other winter wear. It is soooo hawt! NAWT! I don't really know what girls are trying to accomplish with the look. It makes them look like they forgot to finish getting dressed and in most cases, leggings are a little see-through and they end up embarrassing themselves more than they know. Is it really that much harder to put on a pair of sweats or jeans? Or even put on a long t-shirt or dress over top of the leggings? Really?! These little fashionistas think that they are setting/following a trend, but I have yet to see leggings as pants on a runway anywhere! If I were a skinny-minnie, I'd want to show off my body too. But I like to think I'd do it with a little more class. (No skinny girls or Ugg boots were harmed in the making/posting of this blog)
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