This is Pi Day #034
Did you hear the one about the pirate who liked to knit? Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrn!
The Kid learned how to knit a few months ago and promptly decided to master the skill by making herself a knit cap … or as we call them here in Canadaland, a toque.
She was also clever enough to figure out that doing a craft — any craft, like say, knitting — got her parents off her back about screen time or other kinds of entertainments that are… well, fun.
Screen time isn’t bad, per se, and kicking back to listen to music is something I enjoy myself quite frequently. It’s just that when you’ve got a dozen other things to do, homework, piano practice, or helping with chores, you have other priorities to consider. Putting on your headphones and listening to four hours of tween-pop while your parents do all the house work is not ideal.
We tend to operate on the assumption these things should be treated as one would treat a bowl of chocolate: small bites in moderation, and not slamming your face into the mix and only occasionally coming up for air.
I guess what I’m trying to say that if you want to gorge on chocolate AND knit at the same time, I’d probably be fine with that. As long as I get a scarf or maybe some warm wool socks out of the deal.
This is Pi Day #021.c
You can tune a piano but you can’t tuna fish.
Oddly enough, this comic comes out on “opposite day” in our musical household. Circumstances being what they are, The Girl will being accompanying her dad to HIS music lesson tonight to make sure he is the one practicing.
I asked her if she wanted to sit in, maybe jam a bit on the piano (there is one in the studio even though we only occasionally use it for tuning my violin) but her response was as expected: “No. I’ll just wait for you in the lobby…” pause… “Can I bring my iPad?”
I guess the apple don’t fall too far from the old tree after all.
This is Pi Day #021.a
Fatherhood is like playing the piano. It looks easy until you try it.
I may be stumbling along trying to learn to play the piano, but like the all good parents of a ten year old, we’ve put the Girl in piano lessons. She’s been at it for six years.
…which means six years of practice.
…which means six years of forcing her to practice.
What is it with kids and musical instruments? Do any of them actually WANT to learn to play these things?
When she was really young this had meant hovering over her as she tapped each key, played each note. But nowadays it usually entails reminding her… and then giving her some privacy to get it done. That doesn’t necessarily mean it happens without a bit of coercing. And either way, I’m never quite sure what my role is in this little practicing game until the last note is played each night… and even then I’m just glad it’s done.
This is Pi Day #021
Gone Chopin. Bach in a minuet.
If you’re a fan of This is Pi Day you probably already know that my mostly-recent endeavour into publishing webcomics is happening in direct competition to another mostly-recent hobby.
As of last week, I’ve been learning to play the violin for a whole year… an effort that will eventually pay off in the form of having my own in-house one-man-band, but in the meantime requires dedicating each day what could be a solid thirty minutes of valuable comic-drawing to literal fiddling around in the basement.
The Girl actually told me the other day that I’m improving, a true compliment from a kid with an underdeveloped verbal filter, but she’s still lacks an appreciation for my repertoire, a song list that is heavy on a mix of classical alternating with fiddle tunes, and very under-represented in Top 30 pop tunes.
I dabble, but honestly… my singing voice has nothing on Adele.