Sunday, January 26, 2014

The New Year January 12, 2014

The last quarter of 2013 was filled to the max, and I felt completely drained by the time we left for New Zealand.  What with singing in Palo Alto, auditioning for the San Francisco Opera, doing my final art project (a truly horrible painting in the style of Bay Area Figurative Painters), hosting my multigenerational and multifaceted family (love you guys!) over Thanksgiving, and dealing with my injured red car, I felt very fragile by the time we made it to Auckland.  But when we returned, on December 31, I was completely rejuvenated by two very happy weeks with my daughter and the infusion of sunlight over long days down under, and I was ready to tackle the new year with new vigor.

It took only about five days to become completely unhinged again, as I contemplated what courses I would take for the spring semester and what groups I might audition for.  Though I had auditioned for L’elisir d’amour with West Bay Opera in mid-December, I was not offered a slot.  Being Jane, I quickly filled in my dance card, only to be asked if I would in fact like to participate as one of the sopranos had opted out.  But it was too late, and I was back to square one, opening up the possibility of my singing with two of the choral groups at College of Marin – Marin Oratorio and Opera Workshop, each of which meets only one evening a week. 

That “settled”, at least provisionally, I returned to the question of what courses to take this semester.  The next in the sequence of Music theory and Ear Training is a no-brainer, despite how difficult they are, as I try to be a better musician.  But what about art?  Should I take 3D art, painting, fiber sculpture?  Or what about trying to delve deeper into architecture?

A little digression is in order!  Three summers ago, responding to a furlough for faculty at University of California, and anticipating that I might want to start a second career after retirement, I took a summer architecture program at UC Berkeley called InArch.  I think the “In” stands for “intensive” and indeed it was.  The 8-week program is designed for people who have a bachelor’s degree in a field other than architecture, but who are considering applying for a Masters of Architecture, a 3-year degree program.  Well, an M Arch wasn’t even on my radar screen at the time, but it has been ever since. 

With that in mind, I went to speak with the head of the architecture program at City College of San Francisco to discuss what the courses actually involved and what he recommends.   I, of course, got very enthusiastic about all of this and went to the first session of the freehand drawing class, which lies within the architecture department.  The teacher is a complete kook, and he had me in stitches for half the class.  I finally came to my senses when I realized that the College of Marin and City College of San Francisco were on different calendars and I was having enough trouble grappling with a manageable schedule.

Meanwhile, I had committed myself to finishing the transcript of an interview I had completed seven months earlier for PLoS Genetics and quickly needed to read Brilliant Blunders for our Institute for Human Genetics book club.  All of this reminded me of the book projects that I had tossed aside after the debacle with a literary agent who enthusiastically took me on as a client and then did nothing. 

To put is mildly, decisions are not my strong suit, and with all of these obsessions – not necessarily productive, mind you – swirling around, I was quickly confused and exhausted.  Perhaps luckily, I caught a mild cold that slowed me down, and on Saturday morning I retreated to my small home in Point Reyes Station to read, to reflect, to write, and to simply “be”.

It is amazing how time slows down here.   I am off the communications grid completely – no TV, internet, or phone (not even cellphone service) – and when I am alone I can completely relax and focus.  I keep a little piece of paper on the end table here with a Chinese proverb:  If you stand in one place long enough, the world comes to you.  Ah, so!

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