A thousand words are worth a picture.

I'm sorry for the total absence of images on this blog.

One of the items I'm missing this summer is a camera. I owned a cheap, primitive digital camera several years ago, but it has since gone the way of the Polaroid. I've had little to no "disposable income" since coming out West (forget the stack of vinyl records I've purchased...those are cheap), and a camera always seems to fall below food on the totem pole. Or isn't it above food on the totem pole, technically?

Anyway, if you want some photographic wonderment and variety on this sucker, I'm afraid you'll need to pony up the cash or the camera in order to make that dream a reality.

I had a wonderful coffee and breakfast with Herr Paul Greiwing yesterday morning. I was able to motormouth my future plans in a short window of time, and (I think) he was able to process all of the information. (I don't blame you if you were totally zoning out, Dad.)

Said future plans include, but are not limited to: I am seriously considering voluntarily going back to school next fall. And, as things are shaping up right now, I want to pursue a master's degree in music composition. I know many of you are scratching your heads right now (or chicken pox, depending). But after a delightful conversation with former Film Score Monthly contributor, and now all-around film music journalism hero Doug Adams, I am (nearly) convinced that I can marry my love for writing and music into one practical degree. Since my writing topic of choice is music, and I also enjoy doing a bit of composing, an education that will give me a much better understanding of the rules and regulations of music will be incredibly advantageous. Such a degree should also enable me to teach music (theory classes, private piano, etc.), and teaching has been rolling around in my head as a potential career for a while now.

Of course a lot can change in a year. This is purely theoretical at this point, but I have started researching a few schools and their music programs. We shall see what will come of this dream...

Tomorrow will be a full day of tour guide training. In other words: a piece of cake.

Go well.