I feel overwhelming sadness... for no apparent reason. It presses down and takes my strength and I want to lean on something and cry.

I am lonely.

music?

I heard Denis Matsuev play Rachmaninoff's third piano concerto with the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra last night. The first movement had some wonderful moments, although I felt that Matsuev's playing lacked clarity in places. By the end of the third movement, he had almost completely sacrificed clarity to speed for a Finale that I found frankly disappointing. Technically the guy was brilliant- I could see it. But when an artist sacrifices the music to their technical prowess, when the music becomes a venue for display... I was disgusted by the arrogance. He got a standing ovation (something I might have given him after the first movement) and had to play two encores. After being treated to a frenetic G-minor Prelude, I was ready for the man to stop, but the audience ate it up like kids at a gymnastic competition. So we got more.

Who has set me here?

"When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in an eternity before and after, the small space I fill engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces whereof I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I am terrified."
Blaise Pascal

thinking...

Economics: I am currently taking a course on the foundations of economics at Grove City College.

The Ludwig von Mises Institute.

Holiness: God is, I am not. Too often, I don't seem to care.

Paul Washer's sermin, "Examine Yourself."

Sometimes I wonder if I have a personality.

That's all.

Also, I love Baroque music. I have discovered an affinity for some jazz as well. And that's Ok. I don't have to find any redeeming value in what you listen to. I can find most music vapid, shallow, and completely pointless if I want to.