More Randoms

It seems every day the my flute becomes more of an extension of myself than the day before. The little epiphanies that, when playing trumpet, only came once or twice a year (if I was lucky) come monthly. In less than two and a half years, I've gotten better at the flute than I ever was at trumpet.

Maybe it's because even the drudgery is enjoyable. There's no rush to play through scales and arpeggios that one is usually forced into practicing, because even that normally tedious stuff is fun to play. The actual process of creating a sound on the instrument makes me feel good. I can't really say I'd experienced that kind of pleasure from playing until a couple of years ago.

In other news, I went back to Ohio this past Saturday. When I was asking for directions to where my friend Ben lives, he made mention of a particular stop sign. When I got to it, I got out of my car and took a picture of it.

Say what?

Apparently it's a sticker for a band.

Also, our later-than-midnight snack has instilled a newfound love for these little guys.

They're little green bundles of joy.