Yes, I'm updating. Get over it.

Contrary to popular belief, my blogging draught isn't any implicative reflection on any drastically mortifying status-change in my life - some months I just get lazy. That being said; for the first time in quite awhile, I feel happy these days. Not to sound like a penis-less fairyqueen or some post-modern Manhattan psychologist that sings Kumbaya on an 87-dollar church-donated guitar; but really. Me happy.

So what's happened in the last few months? Hmmm....

Well, Rostropovich died. Normally, I'd be wrought with a burning trigger-happy-blog to compose some sort of fitting elegiaque post-mortem but the dude died so long ago it seems. And at that, how to verbalize or wordify anything non-trite regarding the greatest cellist to walk the planet? Suffice it to say just that.

I went to jail for a night. For a suspended drivers license I didn't know about. Sadly, there's not much more to the story than that - it's more of a ha-ha than an "omg", but in light of my criminal history, ha-ha's are a preferred alternative.

Juilliard is starting to look like the ambient collateral damage from a 1930's Hemingway novel.

The election approaches. Obama or Hillary. Obama or Hillary. Why is it that there is an 'antithetical' but no 'thetical?' Adjectivized words from root nouns confuse me. There's an antecedent, but no cedent - wouldn't the 'cedent' be the current? There's a progress, but no congress. ha!

Sarasota, Florida. Robert Levin: the point at which charisma violently intersects with intelligence to produce the epitomized dickweed. Why must the two consistently clash? Pamela Frank: the beginning, it seems, of an effort to homogenize impeccable musicianship into an all-powerful surname. Though I feel drastic in saying such a thing, if you don't like her - you're probably a bad musician.

In other news, some long deserved congratulations are overdue. Congratulations of course to Wei Yu, on his new appointment to the cello section of New York Philharmonic. Congratulations and good luck to David Kim, on his ability to pack his bags and leave us all in search of truth, greatness, and the holy grail of viola. And to Yura Lee, for the Avery Fisher grant - that's actually kind of gangster.

Back from the Hamptons today. Leaving for California on Monday. Holla.