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Letting people go
Letting people go?
I just wondered whether anyone else struggles with letting people leave their life? I can decide that someone is not for me anymore and tell them so and within days sometimes hours I have let them back in even tho I have decided they are not right for me Why do I do that I don't get it?? It's not like I don't have any other friends??? My life can then get very complicated!!! Anyone else have this problem and do you think it is an add problem or just something everyone does
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Re: Letting people go
Radio, detaching is just tough for some people. Frankly, I think that it's difficult for most- even ALL people.
Anytime you lose something- even by choice- you grieve. Believe me when I tell you that I would give anything in life to have my husband back. What I hear you saying is that you experience the grief of loss to an extent that you need to resolve it by re-connecting.
I could go on for pages about the specific neuro-chemicals that are doing this to you. Won't change how you feel, though.
When you recognize that you have strong attachment to someone, try letting go gradually rather than a sudden move. Slowly replace the person with other people and activities. When you feel comfortable, making a break will be easier.
One day we will come to know the truth. This has been a test. Only a test.
If it were your real life, you would have gotten better instructions.
Never forget. "Normal" is just a setting on the washing machine.
Do you really want to be a setting on the washing machine?
If you do, wouldn't you rather be the spin cycle?
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Re: Letting people go
It's entirely possible that ADD could be making this harder: the lack of proper executive function does make emotional control/impulse control harder. So that "mind over matter" in a case where you really don't want to let them go is damned tricky.
I certainly have this problem.
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Re: Letting people go
i have a hard time depending on the circumstances. unsure it's entirely related to adhd,but some portion of it may well be.
holding a grudge is especially difficult if the person sincerelyy apologizes. when someone's nice to me i also cave more often than not because i want things to work. in those cases it's hard for me not to go with my natural-seeming inclination to give another chance. i also, once i've gotten my anger/upset out tend to reframe things in hindsight because i don't carry emotions well once they've burst out of me. in short: i'm kinda forgetful and overall not prone to wanting to closethe door completely on another if we have a history.
taht's all with respect to friendships though. with other relationships i'm much better at saying "we're done" and being final about it so's not to mislead.
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Re: Letting people go
Thanks for the feedback Guys i think some of the problem is also related to my chronic lack of self belief. i make a decision and then have to unpick all the reasons why i shouldn't have done it I have a sick mind. I feel sometimes my heart is going to break under the strain. i do agree that i feel it intensely when i have lost someone for whatever reason. Also forgive and definately forget way too easily!!
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Re: Letting people go
I can certainly relate to this, it has to be really really bad for me to just let go and not have a hard time about it but for the most part I find letting go very difficult.
I left my ex partner who abusive to me pretty much the whole 14 months of our relationship and while I was glad he was out of my life and that the abuse finally stopped there was a part of me that grieved big time and it went on and on for several months, I lost the plot a few times even on this forums and sadly some of my actions cost me a few friendships as well so it was triple the grief if you like.
Usually when a relationship or a friendship comes to an end it's because the person is not right for you in some way, that the actual relationship or friendship has changed in a significant way and that their part through the passage of your life journey has come to an end....they no longer have a role in your life for whatever reason!
Grieving and having difficulty letting go is only part of the healing process.
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Re: Letting people go
For me, it was hard to let go the first time. Once I was able to let go, a week later I felt really, really healthy. So, after that experience, it has been a little easier to let go to the point that I find I use it now to protect myself from the embarrassing and humilating scene, when, everyone else knows, but me, that it is over.
Once you start letting go, it gets a lot easier. Still hurts deeply, but it maintains your self respect.
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I let people go and take them back to create a stimulation. It's a change ! I hurt many people in the process. I learned not to do it anymore, but it definitely generates some kind of chemical response.
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I'm the opposite – I let people go quickly, and shoot down possible friendships before they have a chance to develop as a defense mechanism. Years of having my boundaries violated and being taken advantage of by people have taught me that close friendships are not worth the trouble for me personally, and the detriments have historically outweighed the benefits. The downside is that I don't have anyone to confide in, but the upside is a lot less stress, so it's a wash.
Call me up, congratulations ain't the real why
There's no pressure besides brilliance, let's say by Day 9.
Corporate ignorance lets me control time.
By the way (by the way).
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Magically bored on a quiet street corner
Free frustration in our minds and our toes
Quiet stormwater my, my, my generation
Uppers and downers, either way blood flows.
Re: Letting people go
Sorry, my response was really useless. I suddenly switched gears and went and made dinner. THAT'S an ADHD problem!
Anyway, I used to be like you when I was younger, and it caused me problems because I would hold onto hurt and anger for a long time. That can wear on you after awhile. However, I would say it's not specifically an ADHD problem because I know lots of NT people who do this too. My partner has trouble letting go of people even now, when they are generally not healthy people to be around.
As difficult as it sounds, the best way to let anything go for me, as well as others I've known, has been time and distraction. Dwelling on something is just about the worst thing you can do for your mental health. Many ADHD people don't do well without structure (raises hand), so keeping yourself busy with things you enjoy as well as keeping your social life occupied with more positive people should help. I know it's hard. Of course, if the loss is really devastating like a breakup or especially a death, finding as much emotional support as possible, whether that's through therapy, help from your family, leaning extra hard on a best friend, etc., is also key.
Most of my family died when I was in high school, within the span of a few years, so all I have left is my mom and dad. I was in denial about the whole thing for years, so I had a big emotional breakdown trying to deal with it all when I was in my 20s. I think it's healthier to express your feelings like you do than to be in denial like I am.
Call me up, congratulations ain't the real why
There's no pressure besides brilliance, let's say by Day 9.
Corporate ignorance lets me control time.
By the way (by the way).
"Sludge Factory"
Magically bored on a quiet street corner
Free frustration in our minds and our toes
Quiet stormwater my, my, my generation
Uppers and downers, either way blood flows.
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Re: Letting people go
Letting go is the most difficult thing that I do in my life.I feel the loneliness so badly after they gone.that's why it's so hard to do.
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Hi guys thanks for all your input.Since I first posted this I feel differently to what i did. I have changed and I think it's because the worst thing happened the thing I feared the absolute most - i was left completely alone at Christmas because my partner finally ended our very difficult relationship. At first i was terrified and felt like i might not survive emotionally and felt like i had lost the will to live physically and just from the sheer terror of the anxiety i was feeling i couldn't eat and i couldn't sleep. But because no one was there to save me or that i could rely on i was forced to do something i always avoided before i was forced to believe that i could solve my own anxiety and that i could cope with myself and by myself. Having to rely on myself brought about a weird self belief that i had never been aware of before and even though I was and sometimes am really afraid sometimes i don't think i will ever again find letting people go quite so scary anymore because the most important person in my life left me and i survived. I now think it boils down to self belief and crucially not blaming yourself for why the other person is no longer there for you but also bein aware that no one can stand that pressure of bein 100% there for any one all the time and if we expect that maybe we do end up driving even the most patient people away. So although it was a terrible experience in one way in another it has been strangely liberating and i do feel stronger for it and like beradical said it has given me greater self respect. hope this helps some of you guys like you have helped me
Re: Letting people go
Depends in my case I'm just scared of being alone, OR you want the companionship... In that case... Just be friends. :-)
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A Child of Seven Suns
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Short Story by: Edward Ji
A Child of Seven Suns
"My feet hurt."
He doesn't look back. He just keeps climbing, the enormous pack bobbing on his hunched back like an ant's behind.
''My feet hurt!" I whine again. "I'm ti-ired!"
"I'm sorry, Luna."
But he keeps moving, every step threatening to leave me behind. He's not sorry at all.
"We've been climbing all morn-ing and you aren't even telling me why! I want to walk on the road! The road's right there!"
"No. We can't go near the road."
"But whyyyy?"
"Because there are people on the road."
"I'll be goooood! I prom-ise!"
"No. I'm sorry, Luna."
I stamp my sandals to a stop in rust-red dirt. Cross my skinny arms and pout. "I'm not taking another step until you tell me!"
"Luna!" Finally, he turns his wind burnt face to me, his thin tunic dark with sweat. His eyes frighten me. They are too wide, too far out. Scared.
He grabs my arm. "Because, there are soldiers on the road. Bad men. If they catch us they will steal our things and shoot me and rape you and the
they will shoot you too."
I stare down at my blistered toes. Holding back hot tears.
"Do you understand, Luna?"
I bob my head.
"Look at me. Tell me you understand."
"I understand, Papa."
He lifts my chin. I don't want to look at him; I don't want him to see me. His face softens. He rubs my hair. He once said that I have my Mama's hair. Red pony hair, he called it. His calluses scrape my face. I like it.
"Be brave for me, Luna. We have to make it across the border."
"The border! But that's three days of walking!"
"You can do it, Luna. You have your mother's bones. We are going to New Llasa to meet Ramul."
"Ramul!" My eyes light up like sapphires. "I haven't seen Ramul in ages! How is he?"
Papa starts moving again, knowing I will follow. He's very sneaky. I'll complain about planting the field, but he'll start telling a story and walking and planting; before I know it, the sky is dark and the field is planted.
"He's getting married." says Papa." You're going to have a sister."
"A sister! I've always wanted a sister!"
Papa winces. I clap my hands over my mouth in horror. I forgot. I accidentally reminded Papa of the Sad Story.
"Yes, Luna. We are going to go live with Ramul for a while. On the other side of the border."
"To meet my new sister?"
"Yes, that's one of the reasons."
"Why else?"
"We are going to a wedding. If anyone stops you, tell them we are going to a wedding."
"Who's going to stop us?"
Papa peers over a ridge. He sighs and wipes his face with his sleeve. He shuffles along the ridge, his back hunched like a cat's.
"Anyone." He says.
"The Mars Authority?"
Papa stops to rest. He looks old. I only started seeing it a few moons ago. He looks like a slightly-squashed Papa, a towel-wrung-out Papa.
A Child of Seven Suns
"The Mars Authority." He nods head down, panting into his beard. "Stay away from them."
The Mars Authority owns our soybean field. The Mars Authority owns my school. We have to pay them money every moon. Sometimes, we don't.
"Are they looking for our money?"
Papa squints at the orange sun, the peach colored sky. He is measuring the land. He can use the sun and the shadows of the mountains to measure which way to go, where to plant this season. Papa is very smart.
"We don't have any money."
My stomach churns with guilt. "Papa...What if we found some money?"
"Don't be silly. There's no such thing."
"But-But if we did, would-would we be okay?'
"Quiet, Luna. We're close to the road. This is the only way through."
Papa moves swiftly, arms and legs splayed out like a salamander as he scurries over rocks. The heavy canteens bang against his skinny thighs.
Water is sucks to carry. It's the only thing that can't be crammed small. Our food is in pills. Our clothes are thin plastic. We even have bottles of air, for emergencies; vacuum-sucked so tight it will explode if breaks. But the strap of my water jug cuts into the soft part of my shoulder.
"There are some guards up ahead." says Papa.
I know. I saw them first, but I was afraid to speak. Papa's eyes aren't so good anymore. But there is no one to tell him that except me. And he doesn't believe me.
"Hide." says Papa. "Curl up in the dust like a sandworm and pretend to be dead."
Instantly, I am down under a reef of rock. I throw dirt in my face and wear a mask of resolute glumness, like how a dead person would look. I bite the insides of my cheeks to prevent laughing.
The guards are coming. They are clumsy and noisy, kicking over stones, stumbling boots, chatting aimlessly in Universal.
They stop. Quiet.
"There's a weird heat sig here." says one.
I hear the charging hum of their rifles. A shadow falls over me. A boot nudges my ribs.
"Hey, girlie-girl. Can you hear me?"
I am dead, I chant to myself. Every muscle and hamstring is pulled tight in stillness, like a bow.
"Wake up if you're still alive. Wakey, wakey. Wakey, wakey."
He pours water on my face. I am angry. I try not to let it show. Only the Mars Authority can afford to waste water. Papa and I collect our pee in a still and boil it and drink it two or three until it is pure dark gold. Four times if the crop bad and until our sides are hurting.
"Found another one." Smack. "You awake now?"
I hear Papa stammering an apology. Soldiers listen better when you stammer to them and pretend to be scared. I don't know why.
"Wake up, Luna. It's okay."
Papa sounds scared. I can't tell if he's pretending.
I don't want to wake up. I want them to go away.
"You know what we do to little dead girls who won't wake up? We find them all the time. We throw them in a crater where they can't get out and let the nighthawks get them."
I open my eyes. I'm scared of nighthawks. Mama used to tell me that I was too skinny, that a nighthawk was going to swoop down and fly off with me. I used to eat as much as I could whenever we had food, trying to get fat.
"Hello, cutie pie." The guard picks me up and sets me on my bum. "What are you doing all the way out here?"
I look at my Papa. Another guard is holding is him, smiling at me.
"I--I'm going to a wedding."
"Whose wedding?"
"My b-brother Ramul's. In New Llasa."
Papa winches, as if he had just stepped on a white scorpion. I know I said something wrong.
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"New Llasa? That's on the other side of the border!" The guard grins. "Do you have a border pass?"
My chest is tight. I can't speak. Papa is pale, like a bad crop.
"We couldn't afford passes." says Papa.
"You know it's illegal to leave the Mars Authority without a pass."
"Yes, officer."
"Especially with Geronimo's dogs running around."
"Yes, officer."
"Let me see what you're carrying." He takes Papa's bags. The other one reaches for my water jug.
"Noooo." I hug the baked clay jug.
"Luna! Do as he says!"
"Listen to your grandfather. There's a good girl."
I want to tell him Papa's not my grandfather. He only looks old because he works so much. But I bite my lip and surrender my jug.
The guard uncorks it and pours a whole half-liter on his hand. He smells it. "Damn. Hoping you were moonshiners." He flicks his fingers dry.
I want to cry. I want to scoop up the dark red dirt and squeeze my water back.
"You don't have much." says the other guard, throwing Papa's bags on the ground.
"We don't have much." agrees Papa.
"Take off your clothes."
Papa strips down to his brown, bony frame, his clothes flapping in his hands in the brisk wind.
"The girl too."
Papa has this look on his face, like hurt, like he was covered all over in white scorpions. I haven't seen him look like that since the Sad Story. I don't know what to do.
"Now!" The guard prods me with the tip of his rifle. It's warm. Electric rifles get warm when they charge.
"Please." says Papa. "Take anything you want."
The guard laughs. "We won't hurt her. We just want to have a look."
I take off my plastic worker's uniform and hand it to them. My hands are shaking. They will find the diamonds. I think. They will find Ramul's diamonds hidden in my tunic. How will I face him then?
The guard circles around me. "Not hiding anything, are you, sweetie?"
Run. I want to run. But I can't leave Papa.
"N-No." I'm cold. I'm scared, too, which is like being cold.
"Why are you shaking?"
"M-M--" I shake my head.
"Leave her alone." whispers Papa. He takes a step forward. A rifle pokes against his chest.
"Tell me, girl," The guard squats. "Why are you shaking? Are you hiding something?"
"Then why?"
"M-Mama said I'm t-too old to g-go outside in m-my sky clothes."
He throws his head back and laughs. He throws my clothes at me and turns to my Papa. "See? We're pretty nice guys after all."
Papa quickly dresses and rebalances his pack.
"We have to keep things in order with bandits like Geronimo hanging near the border."
Papa nods. "Yes, it is us poor folk who must pay higher taxes when he steals from the Authority. May the sky fall on him!" Papa spits on ground.
"And he makes us work overtime hours! May he be carried off by a dust devil!" The guard spits with much more moisture.
"And may the nighthawks eat his eyes!" I spit, too.
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The guards laugh hard. "Okay, we'll let you go to your grandson's wedding. Kiss the bride for us! Just don't get caught by the guards on the Federation
side. They're not nice guys like we are."
Papa waves me toward the mountain border. I stuff my tunic in my pants. Diamonds still there, the hard lumps in the fold at the hem.
"Hurry," says Papa." Night is coming."
I wake up to the cry of nighthawks. The sound carries from the black sky outside and echoes inside the cave. The air shivers with terror. I feel like I'm trapped inside the giant, rocky throat of some ancient monster.
Because some people believe that, you know that there were people on Mars before us. Maybe they all died. Maybe they left, because all the settlers say life is so hard in the colonies. Or maybe they're waiting for us to leave. And when they get hungry, they dig themselves out of the caves and eat little brats like me. That's what Ramul says. But I don't believe him. Ramul likes to tell stories.
Papa believes in Mars-people. But he thinks they're invisible and live in the wind. So be careful what you do--the wind is watching. I'm not sure. Papa believes there are space-people in space and ocean-people in the water of Old Earth. You can't see them or touch them, but they're just there. Papa can be strange sometimes.
I can't get back to sleep. There are nighthawks above and rock monsters all around and hungry Mars-people buried below.
"Papa?" I grope in the dark. His spot is empty. "Papa!"
This is where he dug in the soft dirt and cleared away the rocks to sleep. I have an awful vision of nighthawks flying off with him or a Mars-person pulling him under.
What am I going to do? I want to start digging and scream: Give me back my Papa! A rock clatters near the cave mouth. I shrink back. Someone is walking in. Papa? I can't speak. I pick up a rock from the pile next to Papa's dirt bed.
"Oh!" Someone tries to lie down on top of me.
"Papa!" I hug him.
"It's okay, Luna. I was just watching outside."
"I can't sleep. I'm scared."
The nighthawks scream outside. It sounds like there are hundreds of them.
"Come with me, Luna. There's something I want to show you." He carries me outside.
Two moons, one fat, one skinny, cover the valley below in shadows. Lots of stars. Papa taught me their patterns when I was younger, but I forgot them. Nighthawks circle overhead. Sometimes flying in front of the fat moon so I can see the black fingers at the ends of their wings. I cringe when they scream. Some settlers believe nighthawks are the souls of bad people after they die.
"Do you know what they're doing, Luna?"
I bury my face in his chest and shake my head.
"They're dancing, Luna. It's mating season. That's their love song."
He nods. "You don't have to be afraid, Luna."
I watch the sky with rapture. A long ring of dancers. A cry. An answer. Love.
"When is mating season for humans?"
Papa chuckles. "Not until you're older. Much older."
"Where is Mama?"
He smiles and points at the brightest star. "There she is." He points at a tiny one next to it. "And there's your baby sister."
We were quiet for a long time. Finally, Papa took me inside. "Try to sleep now Luna. We will cross the mountains tomorrow."
We call the volcano the Devil's Bowels. And it smells like it, too, with all its bubbly, yellow smoke. I think it has some proper rich person's name, but we don't call it by that. Every settler worth his soybeans calls it the Devil's Bowels.
A Child of Seven Suns
There are hot springs around here--pools of rainwater with white lime rings on the rock like an old bathtub. You have to be careful around here.
Some of the water doesn't look hot but it's hot. Some of it boils.
Papa says he wants to do laundry. He takes off his shirt and holds it by the edge as he dips it the boiling water. He swirls it carefully. There is a colorful film on top of the pool, like a slick of oil. Papa pulls his shirt out and twirls it nimbly, sending hot water everywhere, then lays the steaming shirt on a rock.
"That didn't hurt, Papa?"
"Not really. Boiling water's not as hot in the mountains."
I won't try to figure that out. This is just one of the Papa things that he knows, like reading the stars.
"I want to try!"
"Luna, don't. Let me."
But I'm already dipping my shirt in the water. Papa watches with a pucker in his mouth.
"Ow!" I fall back, sucking my fingers.
"Luna!" He catches me. My shirt floats down. "No!" Papa lunges. Splash! He throws the wet shirt on the rocks and walks away, wincing and slapping his hand against his thigh.
"Papa, are you okay?"
"I told you no, Luna! You have to start listening to me!" He keeps his back to me.
"I'm-I'm sorry, Pa-pa…"
He turns around. "It's okay, Luna. Don't cry."
"Let me see you hand."
"No, Luna. I'm okay."
"Let me see it!"
Crack. I know the sound: the sound of hot air splitting from an electric rifle.
Papa's eyes are big and watery. "Put your clothes on, Luna."
He pulls his steaming shirt over his head. Mine is still too hot. I hold it in a bundle.
"Hurry, Luna! Move!"
I run after him. He grabs my shirt and yanks it down over my body.
"Owie! It's hoooot!"
"Do as I say. Luna! We can't let them catch us. No matter what, don't let them catch you."
"Who is it, Papa?"
We're jumping over rocks, carrying our life's stuff, going up towards the rotten-smelling smoke of the volcano.
Papa turns and looks in the distance. "Coyotes."
The rifle cracks again. Closer. I don't understand. How can coyotes be shooting at us?
"Faster, Luna. They're coming."
The air is so thick up here. Big clouds of yellow soup blow at us. Suddenly, I can't see Papa. I run forward, waving my arms, trying to clear the smoke.
"Papa! Papa! Where are you?" I have an awful thought: What if he fell into the volcano?
An arm appears in the fog and grabs mine. I scream.
"Luna, it's me! It's Papa! This way!"
We are running down now, stumbling down the other side of the Devil's Bowels, leaving the smoke behind.
"There are some canyons ahead, Luna. We can hide--"
Crack. Papa falls. We bounce together, arm-in-arm. I curl around my water jug, the way any settler would do. You can break bones; break your water, you die.
We stop. I'm okay. Papa is lying with his face in the dust.
"Papa, Papa! Please wake up!" I shake him. His muscles are stiff from being hit with the electric rifle. His eyes are frozen open. His mouth moves.
A Child of Seven Suns
"Run, Luna! Run as fast as you can!"
"I can't leave you, Papa!
"Find Ramul in New Llasa! Go!"
I run. My face burns. I don't know where I'm going.
Crack. Are they shooting at me? Or did they just kill my Papa?
I dive for the canyons.
Give me my Papa back.
I am wedged into a narrow crack in the canyon wall, hiding from the lunatic Martian wind, hiding from the "coyote." I stick my head out to look. The canyon runs left and right, twisting into crazy bends. One way leads to New Llasa (I think), one way leads back to Papa and the Authority. Dust devils haunt the passageways.
How can I save Papa on my own? How can I go to New Llasa on my own? I am jammed in a spot so tight I can barely breathe.
I hear the crunch of footsteps. Slow, deliberate, searching. Maybe someone hurt. Papa? I want to look. I'm scared to look. I hear Papa's scolding in my head: Don't be so reckless. Luna. Think before you jump. Your Mama gave you that big head for a reason.
I wait. Someone's coming. I hear the flap-flap-flap of a scarf jumping in the wind. Papa didn't have a scarf. I see the long shadow of a man. And his rifle.
I want to scream. I stuff myself as deep in the crack as I can go, the sharp stone tearing at my exposed skin. I am the tiniest snail in its shell.
I see him. He stops in the opening. He wears a long, blood-colored coat, matching the stone. The wind opens his coat, revealing the black side he will use at night. He scarf flies before him into the wind. His face is the hard-bitten settler's face, like Papa's without the warm, like mine will be someday. He has the lean settler's body, grown tall in the Martian gravity, without a kilogram of wasteful fat. His eyes are pulled tight, in the bloodline of the First Settlers, protected under goggles.
He turns and looks at me, squinting in to the dark crack. The distant sun flashes in the lens of his goggles. He fiddles with his gun. Bare metal pieces soldered to a fat barrel.
A weeeeee whistle.
The man hand signals someone behind him, high up. Three short whistles. Impatient. The man blows a sigh up his forehead and turns back.
I understand now. Bandits. I will find Papa. I will follow him.
They have a fire. I can see it a kilometer away, a warm candle in the cold Martian night. That's a bad idea. Everyone knows that, even I, a child of seven suns. The thermal drones will be out tonight. I'll have to watch my head.
I think I'm on the Federation side of the border. That's bad. Federation militias ride around on screaming rovers with lightning bolts on their helmets and cross over the border just to make a point.
I creep up to the camp on my belly. I rip open the hem of my shirt and squeeze out the diamonds into my palm. They glitter faintly in the light of the Phobos moon. Bandits like diamonds. Diamonds for Papa.
There is a man lying next to the fire. I sneak closer, until I can feel the heat on my face. I can smell the bitter dry wood as it pops. Papa?
No. I can see his face, just under his lightning bolt helmet. His mouth is wedged open. His eyes are gone. There is another smell in the air, charcoal and sour. The man's shinbones are in the fire, blackened at the ends where the feet had long fallen into cinder.
I run, squeezing tears in my eyes. I want to forget. I want to jump into Papa's cot and wrap myself in a shivering ball under the covers.
I lose my sandals as I scrabble up a sand hill on all fours. The rocks bite my feet the way down. Every stride is an off-balance leap into the dark unknown.
I hear a whistle behind me, up and down. I pivot to look. Ooff!
I land on my back with blood on my lip. I groggily sit up. Someone cuffs me again. Lucky Mama always said I had a hard head.
A man steps on my chest and puts an electric pistol to my head. It charges with a whine. He leans in to look at me. I can count the gray stubbles on his wind burnt face. He sneers.
"It's just some kid!"
A Child of Seven Suns
Shadows skulk around us, circling, like wolves. "Kill him." one urges. "The boy might be a Federation spy."
"No…" I wheeze. "Not me… I'm just looking for my Papa……"
"Geronimo won't like this. Maybe we should just let the kid go."
"I have an idea." grins the man with the gun. He lifts me by the scruff of my tunic. "Go fetch a bag."
I begin to kick and scream. One man holds a sack open with a crazy smile while the other shoves me into the wide-mouthed blackness.
I'm being bounced like a sack of potatoes in the dark as the fat tires of the Hug-a-Bug kick endlessly around the mountain. Up, then down. Big rocks, a million little rocks – I feel them all chattering on my backbone.
The bag is made of veg-weave. No oil on Mars. Plastic is precious. It feels like I'm riding in the open air. It's cold enough. I'm still holding the diamonds in my fist, squeezing them until they hurt against my palm. Maybe I should run.
Maybe they're taking me to Papa.
Maybe they're going to cook my feet and eat them.
Maybe they're taking me to the Mars-people.
I have to pee. That does it. I'm running. I'm not going to die here in an itchy bag frozen in pee just so Mars-people can eat me. I'm going to go find my sister.
I feel the Hug-a-Bug slow down, grinding and moaning over really difficult rocks. I can imagine them: like shark-monster teeth, smiling from the pictures of water-Earth.
I cut the bag with my biggest diamond. Then I pop them all in my mouth and jump. Moonlight. The blue mountain and black valley and faraway city light of New Llasa. Then I land. Even in Mars gravity it hurts. Good thing I've got my Mama's bones and my Papa's smarts and Ramul's diamonds and my own hard head. Still, owie.
I get up and run. Not really run--kind of flea hops rock-to-rock. The bandits yell. Some jump after me, their long legs carrying them further. The rest of them turns the Hug-a-Bug, throwing its great eye lights on me. The engine screams as it pushes its six wheels over sharp rocks--wheels bigger than me. I run like a field mouse, small and sneaky, looking for a hole. A big guy sails past me, grabbing and missing. They can't change directions like I can.
Then a crack. An electric rifle! I push as hard as I can for the dark side of the mountain, my chest pulling in the thin Martian air.
I pass through the light of the Hug-a-Bug. Crack.
I land in the shadow of the mountain. My leg is numb to the hip. I crawl over the stinging gravel, the moonless valley below open like space. They are still chasing me in their Hug-a-Bug. I wedge my body between two rocks and start to cry.
I remember Papa's warning. I could swallow the diamonds. I could swallow the diamonds and die. Oh, what would Papa say?
They sweep the lights. I tuck in my tail like a sandworm. I'm dirty enough already.
They're coming. The eyes bouncing and leg-wheels bonking over rocks. So small on the dark side of the mountain, like ant-men following a big beetle.
They're right on me. I can't move. My leg.
The Hug-a-Bug rolls right over me, right between the two rocks. I could reach out and touch the rubber tread. But I don't. Because that would be
I really hope the rocks hold. The Hug-a-Bug has three wheels on each side. As the second wheel spins in place and splashes me with dirt, I look at the stars. Mama is there. My sister.
The third wheel passes. Bandits walk by. They haven't seen me. They're leaving.
Then one of them strikes a flare. The wind blows its fiery smoke in my face. Long Martian shadows like a red spider web. The man turns and sees me, shrugs loose his rifle. And smiles. He whistles to the others. And aims.
Then the Hug-a-bug blows up.
Everyone goes crazy, looking up at the sky. A burning tire bounces by me. A dark shadow flies over the fire, like a nighthawk but ten times bigger. I hear the drone of its jet engines.
I see lights crawling on another mountain: great Federation tank-rollers miles away, crushing a road as they come. The bandits scatter and race for the caves. The thermal comes back.
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You don't run from something on wings. Even I know that. I, a child of seven suns.
The gun goes tap-tap-tap.
The gun goes tap-tap-tap.
I rub my leg until it wakes up and don't try my luck against the tank rollers. New Llasa shines like a jewel in the desert.
An ice factory, throwing a scarf of dust and dry carbon into the wind. It drills into an ancient, dried-up lake bottom. Dark, no people. A gray pipe leads to New Llasa.
Papa say ice factories make Mars warmer by breathing hot air into the sky. That's good, because I'm freezing my knees off. I go towards it, hoping for water. I don't see the nighthawk until it's right there, close enough to spit on.
It's just sitting there on its long tail and clawed feet the size of hands, watching me, I'm not afraid. It looks like a handsome soldier, standing guard at the edge of the thousand-meter gorge, its tail hanging over. I probably would've walked right over it. Look before you leap, says Papa.
The nighthawk opens its mouth and shows me its pointed, black tongue.
"Thank you, Mr. Hawk. I wish I had tea to offer you--"
It screams, so loud it pinches my ears.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hawk, but my Papa say I'm old enough yet."
It unhangs its wings, as wide as a man's arms, and soars away.
Dawn is coming.
I can't go any further. I'm out of water. I have nothing to even drink my pee in. I lost my shoes. I can't believe I cried about walking beside Papa just a few days ago.
I lie down in the red dirt. A nap. Maybe when I wake up, Papa will be calling me a lazy-bum and bribing me with stories to work the fields.
I wake up to find a sandstorm coming over the hills. Oh no--a dust devil. No. It's moving too straight. I stand up on my toes to see. An armored car. Coming at me. Lightning bolts.
I run, cut-up red feet flying. It slows down to chase me, letting me get ahead, and then closing in as I lose my wind.
I jump into a ditch, a ditch so steep, it must be man-made. The car swings around and drives along the edge. A man leans out of the side port, blond and laughing. He has a pistol.
The car tears by. The man falls out of the car and tumbles bloody into the ditch. Then a sound like thunder, like a hammer hitting steel, and the car spins upside-down into the ditch.
A man's shadow appears over me. He skates down the slope on his heels. A red coat, black inside. He looks at me through slanted eyes.
"W-Who are you?"
He smiles. "Geronimo."
"Papa!" I throw my arms around his waist.
Luna." He picks me up and cries. Papa never cries. Not since the Sad Story. "Luna…"
The other bandits watch us over their supper-pots cooking in a natural thermal vent.
Geronimo laughers and musses my hair. "So this one is yours, then?"
Papa nods solemnly.
I detach and bow. "Thank you, Mr. Geronimo, for taking care of my Papa."
He smiles and bows back. "My honor, Lady Luna. But now you owe us the hotel bill."
I gulp. I was afraid of this. "How much..."
"Let's see…" He counts on his fingers. "Ten million kilowatt-hours!" He flashes all ten fingers.
A Child of Seven Suns
The other bandits snicker over their bowls of beans--beans that papa and I grew! And what did they do? Lazy-bums.
"Fine!" I hand over the diamonds. I give Papa a guilty look.
He looks at me like I'm crazy. "Luna! Where did you--"
Geronimo takes a close look at the diamonds--and laughs. "Sulfur crystals! What am I going to buy with these, little Luna?"
"Sulf--no, these are diamonds!"
He takes one and breaks it between his teeth and spits. "Worthless! Grows on volcanos underground. Tunnelers dig them out by the truckload. There're no diamonds on Mars—no carbon. Who told you these were diamonds?"
I turned towards New Llasa and balled my hands into tiny fists: "Raaammmuuul!"
Papa and I walk around the city, staying close to the mountains. I wanted to go straight in but he says this way is safer.
"We don't want to be caught between two sides in a war."
"War? Since when did a war start?"
"Since before you were born, Luna." He looks tired. "Ramul will have a safe place for us."
I'm still mad at him. Lucky Geronimo was nice enough to let us go without charging us ten million kilowatt hours. I don't know where he thought we would get that kind of money. I play with my new crystal necklace.
New Llasa is finally coming toward us, with its sprawling streets and copper-colored lake and flying white shuttles like swans.
We enter the city through the back door. I've never seen so many people. They all seem to be in hurry. Giant windmills turn at dusk. Electric streets. Tall buildings. Every kind of food!
They launch a rocket. Music plays. Soldiers on the U-screens. Everything on the U-screens, everything except soybeans.
There is a celebration in the rich people's area. Even I know where that is, I, a child of seven suns. We don't go to the rich people's area. But we do go to the park. Whole green jungles grow on sticks and screens. The air is so rich, I am dizzy, like eating too much sweets. Papa has to carry me to the hotel. We sleep on the floor of small room. I am happy.
"Tomorrow," whispers Papa. "We go out to find Ramul."
Tomorrow, Papa wakes me up with new water jugs and food pellets. He hands me a hot breakfast. "Eat up, Luna.
Then we hit the road."
"Huh? But--Ramul--?"
"Is not here." Papa shakes his head. "But he left us a message. He's close by. We'll find him."
I stomp angrily out the city. My feet hurt. I stomp even harder.
Ramul lied. Again. But he's not here, so I have to be mad at Papa. He lets me. He can be so difficult sometimes.
We're about a mile past the last satellite dish when the first bomb hits. We see the light and feel the prickle on our skin, then hear the boom a few seconds later. Some of the tall buildings are on fire. Then the second bomb, a little black dot falling out of nowhere, out of the clear, salmon sky. People's houses are burning. Can they get out in time? A third bomb. Where are they coming from? I scan the sky in terror. I'm not scared of the dark or nighthawks anymore. I'm scared of broad daylight and war. I want to shut my eyes and run, but Papa takes me by the hand and makes me walk
to the mountains.
Then Papa falls.
"I'm okay, Luna."
I know he's fibbing, even I, a child of seven suns. His leg's poking out wrong. He's sweating, even though it's nearly dark and below freezing.
Nowhere to go. Papa won't let me light a fire, even though we have a few precious pieces of charcoal. We're still on the Federation side. I dig a small windbreak with my hands and lie next to him to try to keep him warm. I touch his leg and he groans. I watch my tiny hill dissolve in the wind.
"Go." says Papa. "I'll be fine."
A Child of Seven Suns
"No…no, you won't."
"Go, Luna. Remember what I taught you. Be good." He passes me a piece of melty-looking crystal. "Find your brother."
"I'll stay with you."
"You can't. Besides, they're waiting for me."
He doesn't answer. He just looks up at the stars. It's so cold, so dark. I can't take it anymore. I decide to light the fire.
"Luna, what're you doing?"
I hit the volcano glass together until my fingers bleed and the charcoal lights. "At least we'll be warm."
"Luna! Put that out! The drones!"
"I'm not leaving you, Papa. I not afraid."
At dawn, the whole mountain rumbles. It's something new, something I've never seen before. I close my eyes and let it come.
Mars thunders through my new moccasins. Papa wheezes and tells me to run. But there's nowhere left to run to. I sit and rest my tired feet. The sky is very pretty today.
A hole crumbles open in the mountain. Endless red dust blows out like steam. A metal cone rises, like a spaceship nose--Holy bean paste! Mars-people are real! Ramul was right! I-I don't know what to do. Ask nicely for a ride? Stay off the road? Run as fast as I can?
Something is coming out, like the world's biggest sandworm. Then I see the armor and the lightning bolts. A tunneler. Federation.
It rises like a tower, then levels and flops on its belly, on full-body all-around tracks. It crawls slowly towards us.
"There's nothing more you can do, Luna. Please. Do it for your Papa. Run."
But I'm too scared to move, more scared of walking through the mountains alone than of what the bad men will do to me.
A hatch opens.
Ramul once told me about sea-swim ships on Earth, that could dive to the bottom of an ocean and stay down for whole moons, with handsome captains and beautiful mermaids and magic, color-changing squids. But that's probably too much to expect.
A man backflips out of the hatch with a big grin, at home in the Mars gravity. He turns.
"Ramul!" I run to him.
He opens his arms.
I jump up and kick him with both feet in the stomach.
"Oof!" He topples over. I've been practicing that. For him. He groans and laughs at the same time. "This is the thanks I get, Marshmallow-head?"
I pound him with my fists. "Thanks? Thanks? Do you have any idea what I and Papa have been through?"
"Take it easy, Luna. You're going to be worse than Mom. I get enough of that at home." He nods at the tunneler.
"Home? You mean--how--where did you--?"
His stupid grin stretches. "I borrowed it. I needed it more than they did." He turns serious. "Where's Pop?"
I take him to him. Ramul carries him and lowers him down the hatch. "We have everyone--a doctor, a teacher for the Marshmallow-head, a good-for-nothing lawyer, a President-for-life-- "He winks." --And now a farmer. We have everyone we need."
"Everyone--?" I lean forward.
A woman climbs out of the hatch, stretches in the morning glow, and turns and smiles at me. She's holding a baby--a baby waking to reach for the new sun.
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Everybody's Got the Right . . TO Some Theatre :)
As a first time intern, I have to admit that the past few weeks have been pretty hectic, but also the most influential weeks I have ever had. In these past weeks, I have worked every saw in the shop, learned better ways to form platforms, how to use a hemp and sand bag system, and how to get splinters out in a jiffy. I apologize for the spontaneous blogging; we just started tech week.
I am so stoked for the opening of Assassins by Stephen Sondheim, because I studied for an entire semester the effect that Sondheim made on the development of musical theater by incorporating unorthodox ideas and styles in mainstream musicals. Sondheim's Assassins was not the biggest hit in musical theater, but it definitely can be called one of the most misunderstood. Underneath the 'violence,' vulgarity and harsh subject matter, you can see the isolation of the outcasts of America everywhere and their struggle to become one with the popular majority. (P.S. I included pictures that are teasers to our AMAZING set!)
I normally am an actress, working every rehearsal in the evenings and only helping out in the technical shop in my spare time. I used this internship as a way to expand my knowledge in management of theater backstage. I never expected that in my first weeks I would learn some wonderful techniques in carpentry, painting, and in props management.
I have worked at the Sweet Briar Theater for two years and I have two more years to go, and yet I do not think I have ever seen such an undertaking as Endstation Theatre Company has done with the set and lights. The reason I am working on my backstage skills is because I intend to become a high school theater teacher, which means I will have to direct, design, build, and run every show my school does. I feel that Endstation is giving me a good experience that will influence my teaching skills and technical skills for the future and I am excited to see what they do next.
~ Molly Harper, Scenic Intern
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Sunday, March 9, 2008
time to make the donuts -
i can't promise it's going to make any sense at all.
first, you start with like hundreds and hundreds of images, artfully arranged and subdivided:
and surround yourself with books and friends,
and then we spend several hours (days/weeks) playing with the pictures, putting them in randoms piles. no reason. just cause it's pretty.
sometimes you can get a little lost in the racks of ideas.
or sometimes you can just spend too much time practising tyra's "open squint" for the camera.
now see, that's lazy.
some people just insist on derailing the delicate process of the afternoon.
we call them "selfish".
or "connie".
we eventually cobble all of these images into something coherent.
we spin it, polish it, and refine it over weeks.
eventually we get to put it together on film,
and edit it, and air it.
oh yeah.
then we eat cupcakes.
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I resolve to read 10 books from my To-Be-Read pile before buying a new book!
*PBS books don't count, though, since they're FREE - wheeeeeeeee!*
I have SO many books stacked up, waiting to be read and often the temptation to pick up that cool new book at the store is too much to pass up. But since I also resolve to save more money this year, I will resist the temptation and make a list of the new books I see and want and put them on my Wish List here.
Then I can make a sizable dent in my TBR pile and have more books to post here for others! :D
I have collected all the novels written by W. E. B. Griffin to date (His newest is on order now). Currently I have all hard covers, except for about five (out of 42 or 43 books). I resolve to replace the five paperbacks with hard covers within the next few months. On another subject, I want to look for other authors I like to read as well. In most cases, I do not keep copies of books I have read, but there are many authors I like to read. I must keep looking for new authors to expand the reading matrial available. With new authors, I find there are several released books available to me and most of them available from PBS. Being able to obtain them from PBS makes it possible to get them for the lowest cost. Cost is something very important to me since my only income now is from my Social Security Check.I also hope to start getting out more over the next year. Currently, a knee operation has curtailed my getting out of the house, but I truly don't mind. However let m,e close by wishing all PBS members a very happy and productive New Year in 2009 (gosh, where did 2008 go?).
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We attended a wedding of one of Mr. B's co-workers and her partner. The invitation said the attire was "semi-formal, Austin style." Apparently that description was interrupted in different ways by people because there was everything from jeans to long gowns at the outdoor wedding.
Today I'm creating time for brunch with a longtime friend of Mr. B's who moved to Austin about 10 years ago. We ate at The Driscoll Hotel in downtown Austin. It's someplace where I've always wanted to stay, but don't want to spend the money. The Valencia Group, a hotel management group that developed Lone Star Court in Austin, also has Hotel Sorella in Houston Citycenter. Maybe after the wedding Mr. B will take a "staycation" there.


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Costanzo Festa (1490-1545) - Sackbut
Costanzo Festa (1490-1545)
La Pastorella: Quando Ritrova (When I Find My Shepherdess) (1530)
Costanzo Festa (c. 1485 to 1490 – April 10, 1545) was an Italian composer of the Renaissance. While he is best known for his madrigals, he also wrote sacred vocal music. He was the first native Italian polyphonist of international renown.
Not much is known about his early life. He was probably born in the Piedmont near
Turin, but the evidence for this is not certain, being based mainly on later documents referring to him as a clericis secularibus, i.e. not a monk, from that region. His birth date has been given as early as 1480 and as late as 1495, but recent discoveries have tended to close in on dates in the late 1480s. In 1514 Festa visited Ferrara, bringing some motets with him; he seems to have been an established composer by this time, as indicated by the reception he received. Also sometime between 1510 and 1517 he lived on an island in the bay of Naples, where he served as a music teacher to the d'Avalos family. In 1517 he moved to Rome and began employment with Pope Leo X as a singer. A communication from 1543 indicates that he was too sick to travel with the Pope to Bologna, and he died in 1545. He evidently lived in Rome most of the second half of his life, serving in the Papal Choir much of the time.
Festa was one of the few Italians in the Papal Choir. He was a master of the Netherlands contrapuntal technique, however, and his importance to music history is as the one who first brought the two musical styles, the Italian and the Netherlandish, together. In addition, he was an obvious influence on Palestrina, who modeled many of his early works after his.
Most of Festa's madrigals are for three voices (in contrast to the other early madrigalist, Verdelot, who preferred five or six). He liked quick, rhythmically active passages in his madrigals; this may reflect an influence from the contemporary vocal form of the villanesca. In addition he wrote extended homophonic sections, showing somewhat less an influence from the contemporary motet, in contrast to the motet-like imitative passages found in Verdelot.
In addition to his madrigals, published mostly between 1543 and 1549, several collections of his sacred works were published during his lifetime, among them four masses, over forty motets, a set of Lamentations, and numerous Magnificats and Marian Litanies (for two choruses, each with four voices). The style of his sacred music matches that of his secular: he is less fond of imitation and complex counterpoint for its own sake, and often writes purely homophonic passages. Since Rome was musically conservative compared to the rest of Italy (and Europe) at the time, and there was a strong reaction against counterpoint within two decades after his death (expressly stated by the Council of Trent), his stylistic bent may represent a foreshadowing of that event; perhaps he was responding to the taste and needs of his papal employer.
[Ensemble of two slide-trumpets and a sackbut: Heinrich Aldegrever (1502-1588), woodcut, 'Music for a wedding dance', from The Great Dances]
The Sackbut (var. Sacbutt; Sackbutt; Sagbutt;), a brass instrument from the Renaissance and Baroque Eras, is the ancestor of the modern trombone. The term sackbut is usually used to differentiate the historic instrument from its modern counterpart. Increasing interest in authentic performance in recent years has brought many trombonists to the sackbut.
There are two theories for the source of the name: it is either derived from the Middle French sacquer (to push) and bouter (to pull) or from the Spanish sacar (to draw or pull) and bucha (a tube or pipe) (Herbert 2006, p. 57). The term survives in numerous English spelling variations including sacbut, sagbut, shagbolt and shakbusshe. In France, the instrument was called sacqueboute; in Germany, Posaune, in Spain, sacabuche, and in Italy, trombone.
The trombone developed from the trumpet. Up until 1375 trumpets were simply a long straight tube with a bell flare (Herbert 2006, p. 47). The name for this instrument derive from the Latin "tromba" and include "trombone" (for a large one) and "drompten." Other names derive from the Latin "busine" and include "posaune" and "bason." There are various uses of these words in the Bible, which has led past musicologists, such as Galpin, to suggest that trombones date back as far as 600 BC, but all the iconology suggests straight instruments at this time and no evidence of slides.
From 1375 the instruents were made with bends, and some in 'S' shapes. Around 1400 the 'loop' shaped trumpet appear sin paintings and at some point in the 15th century, a single slide was added. This slide trumpet was known as a "trompette des ménestrels" in the alta capella bands.
The earliest clear evidence of a double slide instrument is in a fresco painting by Filippino Lippi in Rome - The Assumption of the Virgin, dating from 1488-1493. (Herbert 2006, p. 60)
From the 15th to the 19th centuries, the instrument designs changed very little overall, apart from a slight widening of the bell in classical era. Since the 19th century, trombone boresizes and bells have increased significantly.
Sackbuts (renaissance/baroque trombones) are often described as being generally quieter, having a more mellow tone and wider pallette of articulations than the modern trombone.
It was one of the most important instruments in Baroque polychoral works, along with the cornetto and organ.
Trombones in Syntagma Musicum (1614), by Michael Praetorius
Sackbuts come in several sizes. According to Michael Praetorius, these were:
Voice Praetorius' name Praetorius' pitch Modern pitch
alto Alt oder Discant Posaun D or E E♭
tenor Gemeine recht Posaun A B♭
bass Quart-Posaun or Quint-Posaun E and D F(quart) and E♭ (quint)
double bass Octav-Posaun A (octave below tenor) B♭ (octave below tenor)
The pitch of the trombones has (notionally) moved up a semi-tone since the 17th century.
Because the tenor instrument is described as "Gemeine" (common or ordinary), this is probably the most widely used trombone.
The basses, due to their longer slides, have a hinged handle on the slide stay, which is used to reach the long positions.
The giant Octav-Posaun / double bass trombone / contra-bass trombone in the style of the those made in 16th/17th centuries is represented by only two instruments in existence. There is an original instrument made by Georg Nicolaus Oller built in Stockholm in 1639 and housed in the Musikmuseet.
The bore size of renaissance/baroque trombones is approximately 10mm and the bell rarely more than 10.5cm in diameter (Fischer 1984). This compares with modern tenor trombones which commonly have bores 12.7mm (0.500in) or 13.9mm (0.547in).
Compared to modern trombone mouthpieces, early mouthpieces had narrow, flat rims, shallow cups and narrow apertures.
Modern reproductions of sackbuts sacrifice some authenticity to harness manufacturing techniques and inventions that make them more comfortable for modern players, while retaining as much of the original character of the old instruments.
Some original instruments could be disassembled into the constituent straight tubes, bowed tubes, bell flare, and stays, with ferrules at the joints. Mersenne has a diagram. (Little imagination is needed to see how it could be reassembled - with an extra tube - into something approaching a natural trumpet.) There is a debate as to whether they used tight fittings, wax or other joining substance. Modern sackbut reproductions are usually soldered together. Some modern sackbut reproductions use glue as a compromise to give a loose fitting for high resonance whilst knowing it won't fall apart.
It has been found that fellow church instruments, which are fixed pitch cornetts and organs, were pitched at approximately A=460-480Hz ("Chorton") across Europe in the Renaissance and baroque eras. This is also seen in Renaissance wind band music.
The tenors that survive are more or less pitched at B♭ at A=440 (or slightly higher). This tallies with the historical evidence suggesting tenor trombones were pitched in A and that was about one half-step higher than A we know today at 440. So what we now think of as a tenor trombone with B♭ in first position, pitched at A=440 was actually thought of as a trombone in A (in first position), pitched at A=466.
The sackbut was described as suitable for playing with the 'loud' ensembles in the outdoors, as well as the 'soft' ensembles inside.
The alta capella bands are seen in drawings as entertaining outside with ensembles including shawms, trumpets and trombones. Modern reproductions of sackbuts are well capable of making a loud brassy sound.
The sackbut responds very well to rather soft playing - more so than a modern trombone. The sound is characterized by a more delicate, vocal timbre. The flat rims and shallow cups of the older mouthpieces are instrumental in providing the player with a much wider palette of articulations and tonal colours. This flexibility lends itself to a vocal style of playing and facilitates very characterful phrasing.
Mersenne wrote in 1636, "It should be blown by a skillful musician so that it may not imitate the sounds of the trumpet, but rather assimilate itself to the sweetness of the human voice, lest it should emit a warlike rather than a peaceful sound."
The sackbut replaced the slide trumpet in the 15th century alta capella wind bands that were common in towns throughout Europe playing courtly dance music.
Another key use of the trombone was in ceremonies, in conjunction with the trumpet. In many towns in Germany and Northern Italy, "piffari" bands were employed by local governments throughout the 16th century to give regular concerts in public squares and would lead processions for festivals. Piffari usually contained a mix of wind, brass and percussion instruments and sometimes viols .
Venice's doge had his own piffari company and they gave an hour-long concert in the Piazza each day, as well as sometimes performing for services in St. Mark's. Each of the six confraternities in Venice also had their own independent piffari groups too, which would all play at a lavish procession on the feast of Corpus Domini. These groups are in addition to the musicians employed by St. Mark's to play in the balconies with the choir (the piffari would play on the main level) (Selfridge-Field 1994).
It also was used in church music both for instrumental service music and as a doubling instrument for choral music. The treble and high alto parts were most often played by cornetts or shawms, with the violin sometimes replacing the cornett in 17th century Italian music.
The first record of trombones being used in churches was in Innsbruck 1503. Seville Cathedral's records show employment of trombonists in 1526, followed by several other Spanish cathedrals during the 16th Century, used not only for ceremonial music and processionals, but also for accompaniment of the liturgical texts as well, doubling voices.
The sacred use of trombones was brought to a fine art by the Gabrieli family and their contemporaries c. 1570-1620 Venice and there is also evidence of trombonists being employed in churches and cathedrals in Italy at times during the second half of the 16th century in Bologna, Rome, Padua, Mantua and Modena.
Since ensembles had flexible instrumentation at this time, there is relatively little music before Giovanni Gabrieli's publication Symphoniae sacrae (1597) that specifically mentions trombones. The only example currently known is the music by Francesco Corteccia for the Medici wedding 1539.
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So the on September 15 we returned to Sick Kids for Piper to get another EEG. She has been having these sets of spasms that last around two minutes where she brings her arms up in front of her and her head flies forward. These are what we think are infantile spasms. I recorded it on my cell phone to show the doctor.
After the EEG the doctor analyzed the results and came to speak to me. He said there wasn't much difference in her EEG from the week before. He still saw the hypsarrhythmia (unorganized brain) and after I showed him the video on my phone he said that they are definitely infantile spasms. The thing is with Piper her EEG pattern isn't really typical of what they see in children with infantile spasms, but her physical symptoms were typical of infantile spasms.
So the next step was that he wanted her to go on Vigabitrin which is an anti-seizure medication that helps with infantile spasms. This is the medication he wanted to put her on before and causes the tunnel vision in a small amount of children. So now Piper is on another medication. It's like a chemistry class every morning and evening in our house. She is on 6 different medications at different times so it can get confusing.
So at the end of September, after two weeks of Piper being on the Vigabitrin, we returned to Sick Kids for yet another EEG. The results were the same. Physically she was not having the spasms anymore, so the medication helped with that. But, on the EEG it remained the same. The medication was not helping with her unusual hypsarrhythmia. Bad news. They decided to keep Piper on the Vigabitrin due to her physical symptoms being eliminated. There was nothing they could do for her unorganized brain.
On October 21, two days before her first birthday, Piper had an ERG (electroretinography). This would determine two things; a) If Piper had any problems with her vision and b) Would give us a baseline used in the future to determine of she was getting tunnel vision from the Vigabitrin. She had to be put under general anesthetic for the procedure. My Mom came with me as Bay had some important work meetings to attend to.
It was hard to see her go through all this but I knew it would help. The results of her vision test is that Piper can see fine. Her optical nerve is a little underdeveloped but there is enough there that whatever messages her eyes are picking up it can get to her brain. Now what happens when it gets to her brain is another story. We obviously have no way of finding out what her brain is doing once the optical messages get there. And we may never find out.
Two days after her procedure, on October 23rd, we gathered family and friends to celebrate Pipers first birthday. It was amazing. My little girl that could was turning one and I was so proud of her.
It took a lot for me to get through the day. Emotions took over when I thought of her coming into this world on that day a year ago and things were so innocent then. The emotions on that day a year ago were pure, untouched. There was no tears of sadness, only happiness and thoughts of opportunity and wonder were swirling around. Ugh it was one of the most wonderful times of my life. Little did I know it would be snatched from me three days later, at least I had three days of normalcy with my baby.
Anyway, back to the party. Overall it was a success. Piper slept for the first little bit. Guests took turns holding her and watching her sleep. The last hour she was awake and we sang Happy Birthday to her and opened gifts. She stayed awake long enough to get through a few gifts. She did really well.
As for now Piper is doing better. She has her strong days where she can sit up assisted and some days where she just wants to sleep. Her head control is much better and we are now working on her trunk control.
Every new day is different then the last with Piper. I've learned over the past year to take it like it is. I have no expectations of what Piper can achieve but I do have hope that she will get there.


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Happy Digital Scrapping!
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I am really excited about the Classics Challenge that Trish is hosting, here is a meme she gave us to wet out appetites!!!
1. My favorite classic is: (here is what I think they are..some you may not consider classics though...) Uncle Tom's Cabin Beecher-Stowe(had a huge impact on my when I was little, woke me up to slavery) Washington Square, Henry James(fun to read, it is short and interesting), Tale of Two Cities by Dickens (I loved the way it was written).
2. The classic I had the toughest time finishing is ANNA KARENINA!!!!! no question. long, borring, amoral....horrid.
3. I would recommend Franny and Zooey, or Nine Stories by JD Salinger to someone who doesn't read a lot of classics or who doesn't generally like classics because it is different, the style is fun and the themes are deep and captivating.
4. To me, a classic book is a book which has been around or will be around...both!
5. The type of relationship I have with classics is shaky...they scare me, but when I read them I realize they are not so bad (most of the time).
What do you think?
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classics meme!!!
Posted by bethany (dreadlock girl) at 11:54 AM
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5 comments:
- Julie said...
Ha ha, I love your answer to number 5. My feelings exactly. :)
- May 23, 2008 at 7:16 PM
- bethany said...
*julie- haha!!! yes, I know right? they are hard!
- May 23, 2008 at 9:54 PM
- Trish said...
I thought I had commented on this--guess not. All of those for number one are considered classics! I really like Dickens as well, but haven't read Tale of Two Cities. Classics scare me as well! I'm glad you'll be joining us!
- May 26, 2008 at 1:36 PM
- bethany said...
trish- Tale of Two Cities is amazing, i loved it. LOVED IT! (it was a long time ago now though)
- May 27, 2008 at 7:50 PM
- The Holistic Knitter said...
I loved Anna Karenina ... but I know what you mean about it being long! ;0)
- June 7, 2008 at 10:57 AM
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It Made Me Buy It
Really it did. I couldn't stand it any longer. After Knit Nite, at Dunlap last night, I had to go and buy one.
Then today, after weighing in (yea, I loss), it was back to the knit shop for the last day of their sale. Yes, I bought yarn!
Tonight, we are off to finish the Christmas Holiday with the nieces and their kids.
Then, we'll finish the night with New Year's Eve here at home.


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We live down the street from Gordon & his beautiful family. I remeber one of the first times I had talked to him, he noticed that I had a dirtbike & he told me we should go out riding sometime. I didn't know him that well & I thought to myself - ya whatever. After that day he kept approaching me about taking the bikes out. Finally one day I walked down to his house & knocked on the door. Josh answered & I could see Gordon had been taking a nap on the couch. I asked him if he still wanted to go and he told me to give him ten minutes. I walked back down to my house and ten minutes later, here he came all suited up riding his bike. We live close to a wash so we were able to just ride right from the house. We left the house and I noticed my bike was runnng kind of funny. I hardly ever rode it, so I just thought that it would clean itself out as we rode. After riding for a while, we took a break & he pulled out a couple of water bottles out of his fanny pack. (something I didn't think of) We took off again & we came across an area that had Jackrabbits running out of the bushes everywhere. He stopped me and told me that we should chase them. I had never done this before, so I agreed. After a few minutes, I found myself cracking up out loud inside my helmet as he was pointing out the rabbits and we were hearding the rabbits with our bike as if they were cattle. After about thirty minutes, my engine blew up. So, I sat there listening to Gordy chase down these rabbits. He noticed that I wasn't with him so he rode up and asked me what the problem was. I told him that my bike was done & without hesitation, he said he was going to get his truck. He took off and I started pushing my bike. After about a mile of pushing, I looked up and here comes Gordy in his truck down a road that wasn't really made for vehicles. He got out, set a couple of beers on the tailgate and said "lets take a break first." After laughing about the rabbit round-up for a while, we loaded up my bike and took off for the house.After this day, I thought to myself, this guy & I are going to be pretty good friends. It turns out that I was only partially right on this assumption. He ended up being like a brother to me. He always had a smooth way of taking care of a bad situation. I'm glad to be his neighbor & I will never forget all the good times we had together. Thank you Gordy for all that you did for my family & I! We will miss you but think of you always!!Lots of Love,
Bob Smith
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The striker missed the Blues' defeat to Crystal Palace yesterday after limping out of the defeat to Manchester City before the international break.
He suffered a hamstring problem and was expected to miss the next weeks.
But the Spain star has given Antonio Conte a boost by returning to training today.
The summer signing was seen training at Cobham – Chelsea's HQ – this afternoon as Conte's side prepared for their Champions League clash with Roma.
Morata has been on fire since arriving from Real Madrid, scoring seven goals in eight appearance.
Chelsea lacked a goal threat without him yesterday with Michy Batshuayi failing to impress.
And Conte will hope he can feature against Roma at Stamford Bridge on Wednesday.
Chelsea were beaten by bottom club Palace at Selhurst Park yesterday and the Italian admits he will struggle to sleep after it.
"It will be very difficult for me to sleep," he said. "You know I don't like to lose: imagine when you lose two in a row. My soul is bad.
"We must have the same sensation, me and my players, to change in the next game and be positive.
"(It was) difficult from the start. Our start was poor – you have to start with more personality, otherwise you allow your opponent to take confidence.
"We conceded the first goal, then we were able to come back and, in the last few minutes of the first half, concede another bad goal. Then it was very difficult."
Chelsea host Roma in the Champions League on Wednesday, when the influential N'Golo Kante will again be missing, along with Victor Moses and potentially Morata.
Before their two latest defeats, the first against City, Chelsea had excelled in winning at Atletico Madrid, and Conte admitted midfielder Kante is difficult to replace.
"To lose a player like Kante is not simple because he's able to cover a lot of the pitch," added the 48-year-old Italian. "Our balance was poor.
"Moses is out (on Wednesday) because he's injured (after being substituted in the first half). I don't know if his injury is serious. Kante is still out, and I hope to have Morata back."


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