Episode 1 – Why We Sing

30 July

6:30 am.  My alarm clock awakened me as it faithfully did every morning.  This was, however, no ordinary morning.  This was Monday, July 30, 2014 A.D. and I knew it.  Blearily, I silenced the jangling timepiece and paused to gaze out of the window for the last time.  Not the last time ever, but as I grabbed my suitcase and heaved it upstairs, I knew it would be over a fortnight before I slept in my own bed again.

I was about to do something incredible.  In a day, I was going to sail across the sky, through clouds and over the Atlantic, to what is nearly a whole different world.

Before I go on: my plans for this blog/vlog project went through several stages before arriving at the form I think best and most feasible for it.  I actually made one episode of the full-on vlog before deciding to meld the two forms.  I think it does any necessary introduction concisely, so I revised it some, and here ya go, peoples of the interwebs; you shall hear my voice.

Don’t you just love the ending?  Mwahaha.  And by the way, if you didn’t watch the credits, go back and watch them please.  It’s a pet peeve of mine when people don’t; staying through the credits is a gesture of respect to everyone who worked on whatever it is you are watching.  But then, in this case, that’s just me, and the amazing Kevin MacLeod, who doesn’t know I exist as far as I can tell, so I guess I’m fine with you skipping them.  They have cool music though.

There’s much more to come, folks.  Stay tuned…




18 August 2014

I’d almost call it a hole in the wall, oddly nestled between a graveyard and some abandoned warehouses, a charming place to stumble upon.  Except, we had decided not to stumble upon it; such risks do not always pan out here like they do in Greece.  You could end up with something you wouldn’t want to feed to anyone or anything.  Except a landfill.

That was the strongest it had been since we had gotten home.  That feeling of quiet yet omnipresent excitement, that something was happening, that the scenery was alive in ways you’d suddenly notice but never be able to pinpoint.  That you weren’t in Kansas any more.  Call it nostalgia, and you’re almost right.  Almost.

I guess it was the ambiance.  I don’t know why it made me feel like I was in Greece again, it just did.  It was a Greek restaurant after all, even if you can’t get the same caliber of ingredients here.  Even if there was lettuce in the Greek salad and the prices were perfectly shaved to the nearest 95 cent mark, sales tax not included.

But it made me happy.  And it made me miss Greece, because there really is no other place quite like it.  And it made me remember that I had rather promised to write about my more fascinating experiences on the Aegean, though mere words can never express anything perfectly.

I suppose when I returned to the land of my birth and citizenship, I was afraid of holding on to closely to the trip, as though it was some childish toy I would be ridiculed for keeping.  Life had to press on, to return to normal, and I knew this.  It’s simply true.  But the whole thing was meant to be fantastically unforgettable, to change our lives.  Because it wasn’t just a cruise.  It wasn’t merely the highlights of the country, compiled for tourists.  It was more than that.

It was music and laughter and fellowship.  It was meeting dozens of amazing and talented people.  It was village life, and exploring the rugged and windy coastline.  It was finding time between rehearsals and concerts to leap from a cliff into the Aegean sea.

It was noise and celebration, the band of friends, and post-concert silliness.

It was silence and the roll of the sea, and small conversations, and awe.

So this is for me, and for you, and for everyone.  Sort of like one last souvenir.  One last wave goodbye before the plane departs.  Destination: future.  Passengers: everyone.  And in some small way, I’m a different person today than I would have been if the trip had never happened.  For that, I am truly grateful.

© 2014

What I Did On the Airplane

Howdy, folks!  The Window Philosopher has returned, after two of the most amazing weeks of my life on an island in Greece with 90 other choir people.  I wish we all could have stayed longer.  I met so many awesome people, and then had to leave them.  So I miss Syros, but it’s kind of nice to be home.

It would be an injustice if I didn’t tell you, my dear readers, all about it.  But for now, I’m holding off while I consider making a video blog of the trip instead.  Well then why are you writing, Peuce?  WE WANNA HEAR ABOUT GREECE!  Yes, I know you do, but until that’s ready, I will give you something else I love doing: album reviews.

See, international travel means long plane rides, and long plane rides mean lots of time to listen to music.  I didn’t really expand my horizons with these, but I have expanded my knowledge of two of my most favoritest bands, Jars of Clay and Death Cab for Cutie.  So without further ado: Continue reading “What I Did On the Airplane”

To Infinity and Beyond (aka Greece)

Having arrived back home on Tuesday, you’ll never guess where I am off to next: out of town again.  This time, however, my travels will take me a little further from home.  I am going to Greece, and I am extremely excited.

See, the choir I’m in was invited to the 10th annual Festival of the Aegean on the island of Syros.  It’s going to be a lot of singing, but there will be free time as well.  (There had better be; I’ll be in Greece for heaven’s sake.  I’m going sightseeing.)  And I’ll get to meet and sing under the direction of John Rutter, which is amazing, and tour Athens, which is also amazing, and speak the little Greek I’ve learned to other people, which will be terrifying.  In all, it’ll be a once in a lifetime trip.

Therefore, I am here to do four things today:

1) Ask for your prayers.  For safe travels especially, please do pray for my entire family if you would!  THANKS A MILLION.

2) Inform you that I may or may not have access to WiFi or enough time to blog while I’m gone.  So don’t worry.  If I”m silent, I didn’t die.  Hopefully.

3) Ask everyone reading this whether they think I should take lots of videos and then make a video blog of the trip when I get back.  I think it’s a cool idea, and a way to share the trip with you all, since I sadly am not clever enough to smuggle you onto the airplane.  So:


4) Wish you a happy Tau Day even though it was yesterday.  Tau = 2 Pi.  6.28.  Get it?  It’s like Pi Day, but with Tau.  I think Tau is cool, but unlike some people I do not think Tau should replace Pi.  It makes things slightly easier and more sensible when you’re dealing with radians and whatnot in trig, but Pi makes tons more sense in terms of basic geometry.  Sheesh.  Pi(r)^2 people.  It makes sense.  It’s possible for them BOTH to be useful in different situations.  They make a good team.

So to distance myself from these radicals, I am wishing you a happy Tau Day today rather than yesterday.  Also I didn’t have time to blog yesterday, but never mind that.

That is all.  Be doing wonderfully, please, all of you.  WOOHOO LET’S GO TO GREECE!