At the current moment, I am sitting beside a piano.  There is an adjustable music stand to my right, a ukelele at its base, beside which is a canvas bag with Beethoven's face on it.  There is sheet music on the coffee table, a violin under aforementioned coffee table, another violin beside my chair, a book of Bach's French Suites on the floor, and more music books on top of the piano.

And that's just the living room. 

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There is almost always at least one radio on in the house.  Never are they tuned to pop music, oh no.  The only sounds that come from any of our five FM machines are the dulcet tones of public radio.  We have a TV but we don't watch it, mainly because the only channel that comes through our supposedly-canceled cable subscription is NBC, and the only time that NBC is remotely interesting is during the Olympics.  We use the television primarily for watching DVDs, which we rent from one of our two local video stores.  We actually own all of one (yes, one) DVD, and we don't have Netflix or anything like it.

People tell me I'm smart and well-informed.  I blame my parents.

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Both my sister and I are only children.

This is because, technically, she isn't related to me and only lived with me for an academic year.  She just went home to her 'real' family in Germany.

It's strange to actually have space for my shoes in the closet.  The house isn't much quieter, but it is certainly emptier.

She left a few things in my possession so that she wouldn't be taking back too much weight.  Among them are a combination lock whose combination I know not and several items with labels in German. 

I don't speak German. 

I can say a few disjointed phrases, the word for cat, and the word for sewing.  The products in question don't seem to have anything to do with cats, sewing, sprechen sie Englisch or guten tag, so I don't know what they are or how to use them.  I suppose I'll have to ask her over Facebook.

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In physics last year, we studied sound.  I now know several bits of information that I will probably never need to use again: harmonic motion, compression waves, nodes, antinodes, and the speed of sound in meters per second (345ish, depending on your elevation).

While there is something to be said for learning the physics of sound as a musician, I'd rather figure it out like the great composers and inventors of the past did--by trial, error, and intuition.  Speed equals wavelength times frequency sort of takes the beauty out of it.

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