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Musings and such from an Organic Chemist who also occupies an organ bench when she's not at the lab bench.

Before I delve into practice-land, I decided to take a page from Maria Johnson's playbook and come up with a little mini-bucket list of my own. This, of course, is subject to change.
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| Taken on our way to Hana. From left to right: Hermie, Richie, Josie, Ella, me, and Jacob. |
2011 AGO Region IV Convention in Greensboro, NC
I've been trying to find more time for myself. Of late, I've been bouncing from one thing to the other, keeping so busy that by the time I get home, all I want to do is flop into the bed and close my eyes. I'm trying to organise my time more wisely. Using tools like Workflowy helps immensely. There's nothing more satisfying than clicking on a task and marking it complete.
The picture above depicts one of the activities I'm trying to do more of: yarn work. I've been knitting and crocheting more. Two pieces I completed recently were prayer shawls for friends who were recently ordained a deacon and a priest, and now I'm working on a couple of other super-secret pieces that I can't say yet what they are until the recipient receives them. The piece pictured above will be a multi-coloured afghan using the diamond shell stitch. I'll admit that it took me several tries before I worked out what I was doing wrong. It looks like it will work up pretty quickly.
I'll be heading off to Nashville, TN to the 2012 American Guild of Organists Convention this coming Sunday. I'm looking forward to it. As my friend Kathy says, we'll be there with 4,000 organists. There will be lots of organ recitals, plenty of workshops, lots of trade shows, and networking to look forward to. I'll do my level best to keep up with posts here. In the meantime, you can have a look at my posts about the 2010 National Conference in Washington, DC on this site, as well as listen to my AudioBoos about the 2011 Region IV Conference in Greensboro, NC. I'll collect those links in a subsequent post.
In the meantime, I've been asked to join the Webshoo network, which is comprised of a group of people who blog about anything and everything under the sun. In addition to my posts here, I also contribute to the Secrets of Harry Potter podcast and website, and I still have a presence on LiveJournal, which is targetted towards my activities in the Harry Potter fandom. Of course, I can also be found on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+.
See you around the interwebs!
I found out the news that a person whose athletic (and academic) successes I had heard of since high school, and who grew up to be a legend in the National Football League had passed away today. Junior Seau was a standout student-athlete at Oceanside High School, and he had graduated the same year as I did.
When I had heard the news, I was immediately taken back to 1986. Both the newspaper and yearbook staffs from my high school were in Anaheim, CA for competitions that included high school newspaper and yearbook staffs from all over California. I was serving as the sport editor for the paper and competing in the sport-writing competition. The person we interviewed: Junior Seau, then a standout athlete who lettered in four sports and was also an honor student at Oceanside High. I didn't remember much about the interview... just that we had a limited amount of time to ask him questions, and then we had a limited amount of time to write a 750-word story.
There isn't much I remembered about that day, except that I was struck by how well articulate and poised this guy from Oceanside was and that he seemed to be destined for greatness. He would eventually go on to USC and then play professional football with the San Diego Chargers, the Miami Dolphins, and the New England Patriots.
The news of Junior's death had spread through Facebook and Twitter. I had friends who not only knew Junior, but was also friends with him. One of my friends was in anguish. He kept on asking "why?" Why did he have to do this; why couldn't he have talked to someone; why couldn't he have turned to family and friends to ease his burden and his pain? "It's frustrating when people who need help, who really need help, don't turn to their family and friends. This is happening too often! For the record, I have a shoulder for you to lean on, I'll listen as long as you care to share your thoughts! Reach out for help!!!"
We don't know what was in his heart and in his mind. It seems rather uncharitable towards him and towards his family (his poor anguished mother and his three teen-aged children, amongst others) to speculate what that may have been or to even link previous accidents and incidents to the final, fatal action he did earlier this morning. All we could do is offer prayers to the family and friends Junior left behind and to offer comfort to those who knew and loved him.
Little did they know that about a week or so later, my parents would be flying back to Manila to be with my Lola in her final hours.
Even though I was born and grew up an ocean and a continent away, Lola Ina was special in my heart. She always encouraged me to do my best in everything I did. She didn't speak much English—she maybe knew a few words here and there—but at least I understand Tagalog, so she was able to speak to me, even though I might not have been able to communicate back to her.
When I was still in graduate school, I was home in San Diego visiting for the holidays. We rang up relatives in Makati (where a good number of the Yalongs were living at the time) to wish them a Happy New Year. (The Philippines was 16 hours head of San Diego.) My Lola told my mother she wanted to speak specifically to me. Mum said that I might not be able to respond much back since my "box of Tagalog was very small," but Lola said she still wanted to speak to me.
So I took the phone, wished her in Tagalog Happy New Year and that I loved her. She responded back in kind, and then she proceeded to give me a rather long lecture. She emphasized to me that I must finish my education first before I even think about settling down with a boy and having a family. I didn't want to end up like some cousins and other relatives who "made the mistake" of having a family first before finishing up the education. (I rather suspect things were a bit different in the Philippines back in the mid-1990s; nowadays, you see many women go back to school for a degree. Many of my students when I taught Chemistry at Campbell University did that. Even my own mother did that. Even though she had a B.Ed. from Far Eastern University, she went back to school when I was about 9 or 10 and completed a nursing degree. But I digress.)
What could I say? I kept on saying, "Opo. Opo. Opo." (That means "yes" in Tagalog.) Even my mom was looking rather frantic, urging me to say something. But how could I interrupt when Lola was in the middle of a lecture?
A few years later, as I was writing my Ph.D. dissertation, I remembered what she told me. I had already moved to Durham, NC, having left Clark University as an A.B.D. student ("all but dissertation"), due to graduate in the spring. I ended up dedicating my thesis to Lola Ina, and I had my mom and Tita Edith help me write the dedication in Tagalog to her.
I kept my promise to Lola Ina. I finished my education and then settled down. (Still single, though.)
In other news... one of the guys from the hill, who lived in a tent in the woods, and who St. Joseph's Episcopal Church had befriended, died the other day. J. had cancer in the leg, and he couldn't live out in the woods anymore, so St. Joe's took him in and tried to make arrangements to make his final days as comfortable as possible. I remember that an ambulance had taken him to Duke Hospital shortly before my choir rehearsal last week, and the next day, parishioners received a message that J.'s condition was serious and to pray for him. He passed away last Tuesday. I remembered that he'd always be around, smiling at you and telling you to "stay blessed" as his way of saying goodbye. Well, J., you have touched the lives of many here. Stay blessed and pray for those of us left behind. Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei. Requiescat in pace. Amen.
John Scott, organ Friday, April 20, 2012 Veni Creator Spiritus Eugenio Maria Fagiani (b. 1972) Est-ce Mars? Jan Pieter Sweelinck (1562–1621) Concerto in F, Op. 4, No. 5 Larghetto Allegro Alla Siciliana Presto George Frideric Handel (1685–1759) Prelude and Fugue in E-flat, BWV 552 Johann Sebastian Bach (1685–1750) March on a theme of Handel Alexandre Guilmant (1837–1911) Cantabile César Franck (1822–1890) Prélude et Fugue sur le nom d'Alain Maurice Duruflé (1902–1986) Miroir Ad Wammes (b. 1953) Chorale Recessional William Mathias (1934–1992) Encore: Tuba Tune Norman Cocker (1889–1953)