Answer to “Music Quiz 04/04/12 – Frederic Chopin’s “Raindrop Prelude”

The Music Quiz question posed last week was about Chopin’s “Raindrop Prelude”.

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“Which notes do you think are the “raindrops” that Chopin refers to in the title of this prelude?”

Possible answers were:

a) the treble clef? (i.e. the melody, the higher notes)

b) the bass clef? (i.e. the lower notes)

 THE CORRECT ANSWER IS: 

b) the bass clef (i.e. the lower notes) 

Was that fun?

Did you learn something new?

Want another music quiz question?

Tell me in the comments section! Thanks for playing! 

Music Quiz 04/04/12 – Frederic Chopin’s “Raindrop Prelude”

Fredrich Chopin’s Raindrops is a lovely prelude that I’ve been working on, on and off, for many years. My piano teacher asked me a quiz question, so I’m going to put it to you, my readers.

Without looking it up ANYWHERE, not even in the comments of this video (because this is just for fun!)…

Which notes do you think are the “raindrops” that Chopin refers to in the title? 

Choose your answer:

a) the treble clef? (i.e. the melody, the higher notes)

b) the bass clef? (i.e. the lower notes)

Post your answers in the comments section! Good luck!

I’ll post the correct answer next Wednesday, 11 April 2012!

Startle Reaction

My adopted sister, Claire, is getting married (steampunk-themed!) on 26 May and I’m busily accessorizing my steampunk outfit and choosing a hairstyle. It’s really fun window-shopping! 

I had a semi-freakout about something this evening: my startle reaction. It is similar to the Moro Reflex, which disappears in babies by the age of two.
The startle reaction persists in me because it is caused by damage to my brain stem and cerebellum in infancy as a result of cerebral palsy. It will never go away, although certain types of stimuli, with repeated exposure, can become less likely to trigger it. In other instances, I will startle even if you warn me that a loud noise will occur, to the second it will occur. When warned, I can dampen the reflex by plugging my ears and tensing my muscles voluntarily. It might still startle me, but I’ll be less likely to be emotionally triggered by it.

How this relates to the upcoming wedding:

Odds are we’re going to be eating with large groups of people, which gets me nervous even if I don’t get startled (eating in public makes me nervous to the point of lying and saying I’m not hungry just to avoid it. Did I ever do that in Vegas when you were with us?). God help me if red wine is involved. 

So DH has suggested, since we’re taking the scooter, if I get startled, for me to scooter away to somewhere quiet until the adrenaline stops. I have Diazepam, and I will use it then if I have to. It won’t stop it from happening, but it might short-circuit full-blown panic that occurs after the trigger. 

(I said to DH, “I’m not fit for society.” He replied, “That’s why I love you.” AWWWWWWW! <3) 

But in the past, when my startle reaction has been triggered, the reactions of people around me (from everything to trying to ignore it, horror, pity, AMUSEMENT! (some people actually think it’s funny!) and more inflated concern for a stain on a precious carpet than my emotional well-being) have sent me into blind, uncontrollable panic that results in embarrassing amounts of uncontrollable crying in public. 
Being startled will cause me to utter obscenities. (If this bothers you, I don’t care.)

I will frequently go without fluids and get dehydrated than risk picking up an uncovered glass or mug because I never know what can trigger me or when it might happen. People drop forks on their plates, for example – it happens. That triggers me. It is horrid when it happens. 

Sometimes people think that I should not be so upset when the triggering happened by accident. It doesn’t matter whether happened by accident or not. Motivations are irrelevant. The adrenaline surges I get are a result of things that happened with regard to the startle reaction when I was a kid: my stepfather tormented me whenever it happened, and soon began deliberately triggering it, making me jump, so that he and his two teenage sons could laugh at me. Once, when I’d had enough of this, I threw a table knife at him, which scored a satisfying superficial cut between his eyes. He kept on startling me anyways. I was never allowed to leave the area to calm myself and collect my thoughts (and stem the homicidal rage directed at the person who startled me). 
So, I don’t care whether people mean for it to happen or not.
But it is appreciated when people make an effort not to trigger me on purpose. I can’t promise they will survive the experience.

The “Inspiration Derived from Disabled People” Checklist

While writing my previous blog post, “On ‘Transcending Pain’”, I came across this article in The Globe and Mail. It contains a recurring theme in the media when writing about disabled people, and especially, disabled children.

 

Ian Brown, fhe author of the Globe and Mail article has hit all of the necessary components:

1) Parent(s) “coping” with raising a disabled kid? CHECK.

Bonus points awarded if parent is single. Extra special SPARKLY bonus points awarded if parent is widowed.

2) Kid is a “disruption” in the family (an extension of #1)? CHECK.

3) Kid is “inspiring” despite #2, and is there to elevate able-bodied parents’ self-esteem/increase understanding of humanity/enlighten people lucky enough to spend time with him/bless with presence/teach us ______? CHECK.

4) Parent invents cutesy patronizing name for disabled kid (not as bad as “pillow angel”, but bad enough)? CHECK.*

The Ashley Treatment promulgated for these “pillow angels” makes me sick (and thankfully, is not yet mandated by law). I probably didn’t need to explicitly say that; if you read my blog regularly, you will have discerned my feelings about such things.

Thanks to the Disabled Feminists for referencing stuff. 

Inspire THIS!

The Works of Vincent Bugliosi

Vincent Bugliosi is the American prosecutor who put Charles Manson, and three of his followers, behind bars for the murders of Sharon Tate, her houseguests, and Leno and Rosemary LaBianca on two broiling nights in August, 1969. The case was said to be so untenable that all the prosecution had was “two fingerprints and Vince Bugliosi”. In other words, diddly squat.

Eat your words, Mister District Attorney!

 

I have 4 of Mr Bugliosi’s books:


 

I really enjoy rereading them, because there is so much complex information that it’s difficult to retain all of it each reading. The detail of explanation is not difficult for a layperson to understand. Particularly, “Outrage” does feel, as Bugliosi intended, like an extended personal conversation with the reader, which makes it that much more enjoyable to read.

Does this qualify me as an obsessive fan?

I haven’t yet read And the Sea Will Tell – possibly because I am as yet unfamiliar with the case. But it’s sitting on our bookshelf.

I haven’t read his books about the assassination of John F. Kennedy, yet. I had to cease and desist reading Reclaiming History because of its physically gargantuan size. Its heaviness made it painful to hold for long periods.

However, his Four Days in November, a smaller volume that deals only with the four days around the assassination, is lighter in weight and might be more comfortable to hold.

I haven’t finished The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder yet, and I’ll have to start it over because it was a long time ago that I read it. Very sad, from what I remember. I’m a Canadian living in the UK, so my perspective of events is likely a little different from American readers. I have no love or loyalty for the former American president – indeed, he made a hash of his tenure. The book merely confirms and explains the reasons behind my suspicions. It is rather hard going because of my lack of extensive knowledge of American jurisprudence…

But that’s why Bugliosi is a great writer. He has that rare ability to make complex legal issues and matters readable, even enjoyable to learn about – for the lay reader. A good sense of humour generates the unexpected laugh while reading about very serious events. 

For example, in “Helter Skelter”, Bugliosi related the question an inept defense attorney asked one of the witnesses during the Manson trials:

Paul Fitzgerald: Have you, or any member of your family ever been the unfortunate victim of a homicide?

The judge interrupted this scintillating line of questioning to remark that, if the witness had, they probably would not be sitting on the witness stand.

Read and enjoy!

Laptops vs. Desktops – The Death of Number Pads

Today I’m working on resizing my Etsy business card pictures on Moo**, which involves entering two sets of numbers over and over for pixel dimensions on http://www.resizemypicture.com

I love my laptop for its light weight and transport capabilities, but entering the numbers with the single row of number keys is becoming more and more painful for my hands and wrists.

What I miss about a traditional desktop computer is the independent number pad on the far right.

 

 

Sometimes, I find the layout more ergonomic, or maybe it’s muscle memory. The numerical layout is reminiscent of that of a telephone’s – only upside down. It therefore requires less stretching of hand and wrist muscles, which could hopefully cut down on repetitive strain injuries (RSIs).

Putting in a separate and secondary number pad on laptops isn’t likely to happen because it would defeat the purpose of the laptop being lighter and more portable. :(

A question for my readers: which do you prefer and why? Please leave comments (the link is at the top of the post, just under the title)! 

** At a later date, I’d like to devote a post in praise of Moo. It’s been wonderfully easy to use for a novice like me.

 

Scarves on Parade

I was playing around with the widgets on my home page today, putting different things on the sidebar: a tag cloud, a calendar, a tweet log. There was a widget to let the viewer click on different pages in my site, but I decided that I don’t want to overload the viewer with too much stuff. I can’t handle that kind of volume of information myself because of the crappy medical situation I’m in right now. My brain just doesn’t work most of the time.

It seems far easier to make a blog post directing people to different pages in my site. I’ll do the same for the other sections of my site. 

Please leave me a comment or tweet me and let me know what you think of the way this is set up; I’m interested to know your opinions!

So, here are my scarves – click on the picture below to be taken to the page!

Book Review: “The Escape of Alexei, Son of Tsar Nicholas II: What Happened the Night the Romanov Family Was Executed”

This book was ghostwritten by someone hoping to make a name for himself, and he tells the story of one Vasily Filatov, who claimed to be Tsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich of Russia.

The Tsarevich Alexei died, along with the rest of his family and their servants, by firing squad in the basement of the Ipatiev House on the night of 16-17 July, 1918.

There’s only one word to describe this travesty of a book:

Ridiculous

…especially in the light of discovering the remains of the last two missing Romanov children – Tsarevich Alexei and one of his sisters in 2007.

Although this book was written before that discovery, the premise that a sickly haemophiliac thirteen-year-old boy could have survived being shot several times and then finished off by a shot directly into his ear (see Robert K. Massie’s “Nicholas and Alexandra” or his follow up “The Romanovs – The Last Chapter” for further, infinitely more accurate information*) could have survived the massacre of his family in the basement of the Ipatiev House defies credibility and common sense.

I hope that the authors feel significantly chastised, or at least regret being pulled into ghostwriting this nonsense. There have been many pretenders, over the years, claiming to be one or more of Nicholas’ children that “survived”, and now, at last, those stories can be put to rest. This book only adds fuel to the fire of the extremely bad taste of people who have wanted to capitalize on fame at the expense of historical accuracy.

Here is a picture of where the Romanovs’ bodies, along with that of their faithful servants and doctor, were thrown down into a mineshaft on the night of 16-17 July 1918. Five churches have now been built there in memory of them, all without the use of nails.

It’s pretty hard to claim you’re still alive when your bones are lying buried in a shallow grave.

Alexei Nikolaevich’s remains, and those of one of the missing daughter’s (I believe it was Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna), have been re-interred with the family’s at the Peter and Paul Cathedral in Saint Petersburg.

I’ve been there, and it’s a moving place to visit. All of the tsars and tsaritsas (empresses) are buried there, beneath the floor. Over each grave is a massive marble block that resembles a coffin. When I saw them, I assumed first that the bodies were actually inside those structures, but I was told that the bodies are under the floor.

Here is a photo I took of the tomb of Peter the Great.

He was seven feet tall. You did not mess with this tsar.

Something amused me greatly while I was there in 2003: I noticed that Tsar Peter III is buried next to his wife, Empress Catherine the Great.

They hated each other in life; she is rumored to have ordered his execution soon after she seized power from him. Now, alas, they are lying next to each other for all eternity. I wonder what they'd have to say about that?

Nearby is the tomb of Empress Elizabeth, aunt of Peter III, who doted on Catherine.

Nicholas and his family are interred in a separate room from the main hall; you can’t actually go in because it’s cordoned off, perhaps out of respect, or perhaps because the room is so small.

The plaques on the wall list the family members' names and perhaps also some religious dedication or blessing. The servants' names may also appear; I remember reading somewhere that it was decided that since they died together in the service of their sovereigns, it was deemed appropriate that their remains stay with them.

(*So far as I’m aware, when “The Romanovs: The Last Chapter” was written, Alexei Nikolaevich’s and Maria Nikolaevna’s remains had not yet been discovered, and at the end of “Nicholas and Alexandra”, Massie addressed the “Anastasia controversy” as well. Since all the remains have now been identified, we can now say for certain that none of the children ever survived. Anyone claiming to be the Grand Duchess Anastasia, or any of the Imperial children, was either delusional or a liar.)

Facebook’s Newest Change: Timeline

It’s 2 am and I’m very tired.

I’m not sure I like all the parts of the Timeline, but it’ll take some getting used to. For instance: do I really need to re-read all the stuff about getting kicked off BYDLS in August 2010, my horrible experience with DHE (dihydroergotamine) in June 2010, and other negative events? Why would anyone else want to? On the other hand, life is made up of both good and bad extremes. I’m not saying I want only the good stuff visible. I don’t like it when people tell me to “move on” or “get over it” and other such platitudes because they’re afraid to deal with something difficult either, so how can I expect less of myself what I would ask from others?

Nadezhda Krupskaya

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krupskaya 

Nadezhda Krupskaya, Lenin’s wife, was more than just his soulmate in political ideology.

She did a lot of work to improve how libraries after the Russian Revolution were more accessible to the common man, more well organized and better stocked (they were in a poor state), and she thought that librarians should be better educated so they could better assist their patrons. However, I can’t confirm whether her ashes are interred in an urn situated at Lenin’s Mausoleum like I thought. This is a vague memory of something a Russian professor may have mentioned during the course of my undergraduate degree.

Anybody know?