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10 Random Things I Enjoy

In no particular order…….

1. Tall old ladies

2. Standing at line at Spot Coffee and telling the woman behind me, “I like your baby” (as if I were talking about a jacket or a haircut), and getting the good-natured response, “Thanks. He’s new.”

3. Absolut Mandarin and soda

4. Texting

5. Making jokes on the way to Artpark about stopping at Fantasy Island, eating funnel cake and going on some rides, and then calling in sick dizzy to work.

6. Three-legged dogs

7. Men who think robots and monkeys are funny/scary.

8. Egg McMuffins without the egg

9. Freshly sharpened pencils

10. People who not only understand that some jokes get funnier with repetition, but who also agree with me about WHICH jokes get funnier with repetition.


Janz Enters the Guitar Competition

Right now, my orchestra is presenting the 2008 JoAnn Falletta International Guitar Concerto Competition. It’s quite a production. Ten Semi-Finalists were chosen from around the world to come to Buffalo, and after a round of competition, the field was narrowed to three. The three finalists will perform their concertos tomorrow night with the BPO, after which a winner will be crowned. This is the third time I’ve participated in the event (we have it every two years), and I’ve really come to look forward to the drama of a live competition.

Janz and I have been joking about starting a International Guitar Hero Competition for quite some time. For some reason, Guitar Hero is never not funny to us. The joke took on a life of its own this afternoon, when Janz officially entered the field of competition.

Here is his story:

Warming up

Janz nervously warms up backstage

Janz and JoAnn

Janz discusses his tempos with JoAnn before the rehearsal

Janz GH

Janz fulfills his dream of being an International Guitar Hero with a Symphony Orchestra.

Special thanks to JoAnn Falletta who was a great sport about our goofy scheming this afternoon. She didn’t bat an eyelash when Janz and I knocked on her dressing room door holding a plastic guitar.


Oh For Fun now exists in about twenty-five different places on the interwebs. I am completely and utterly confused, and I assume you are as well. If you have found your way to, you are a genius, and I love you.

I’m going to try a little crossposting between TWC and Oh For Fun. Due to the hockey off season, my writing topics have gotten a lot broader lately, so, if I think I’ve got a post that is sufficiently sports-free, I’ll post it here too.

Just to get us off the ground, here’s a silly little post that I wrote a few days ago.

Three Things Having Nothing to Do With Hockey

1. I finally made it past the hard level of “Before I Forget” by Slipknot on Guitar Hero. This accomplishment represents a lot of hard work and dedication, and I would like to thank everyone who patiently stood by me as I attempted to fufill my dream of “You Rock”ing. It hasn’t been easy, but we did it. Hopefully, I will never hear that song again.

2. I just saw the Sex and the City movie and this will contain some SPOILERS. Now, I loved the show. Yeah, it’s silly and frothy and not really based in reality, but I thought it was frequently funny, and every once in awhile, even I, a crusty old spinster with a heart of cold steel, had to admit, “I’ve been there, sister. Well, not THERE (in those dumb shoes and making that annoying cutesy squeally noise), but I’ve totally been in the vicinity of that relationship problem.” So there I was, cruising along, loving the movie for a solid two hours, when all of a sudden it took a turn for the hideous. Young people of TWC, please listen to me. If someone leaves you at the alter after years of on-again off-again turmoil, you should NOT go to Mexico, dye your hair, and then get back together with him one year later. You should go to Mexico, dye your hair, and then one year later realize that while it was horrible at the time, you are ultimately grateful for the fact that you did not wind up married to a total tool. M’kay? Then, on your way out of the movie theater, you should make a mental note of when the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 is coming out, because you KNOW those sassy girls are going to go on a journey of self discovery where they do NOT wind up married to a bunch of tools. Those pants won’t steer a girl wrong. You can take that to the bank.

3. It’s too hot, yo.

State of the Union

I recently took an audition for the Saint Paul Chamber Orchestra. Theoretically, I should have been gunning for that job. It’s in my dream location, it’s an ensemble I grew up admiring, and my wonderful teacher Alice Preves played there. But I wasn’t gunning for the job. I was going through the very familiar motions of taking an audition. I did work hard. I was well prepared. I just never emotionally and mentally committed to the process. When I got done with the first round, in which I played respectably, but not particularly well, I realized something very amazing: I’m done with this. I’m done with auditions. I no longer see the value in spending my time, energy, and money on auditions. I’m happy in Buffalo. I have a wonderful life. I’m done prioritizing something that doesn’t make me happy. Auditions are stupid.

Rather than this being a depressing realization, it’s been absolutely liberating. I’m happier at work, I’m less angsty in general, and I feel fully committed to my life in Buffalo. Fully committed. As in: this is the life that I choose. Someday I might choose another life, but when and if I do, I will be choosing that life, not some audition committee behind a screen choosing me. For the first time in my entire life, I can honestly say, I do not give one flying fuck what the people behind the screen think of me.

This attitude has led to some interesting changes in other aspects of my life, including the one I am here to talk to you about: blogging. Writing Oh For Fun was the first time in my life when I found myself earnestly working on something over a sustained period of time that wasn’t the viola. Blogging has played a huge role in my life over the last two years. I have found a voice that I was previously trying to channel into the viola; only this voice came with absolutely no baggage. I haven’t been blogging since I was a child. I didn’t major in blogging at Oberlin. I haven’t used blogging my entire life as a measuring stick of my success. I felt no need to prove anything to anyone with my blog. There was no blogging committee sitting behind a screen, waiting to catch a mistake so they can kick me off the internet. Blogging has been the easiest thing I have ever done, and it’s also the thing I’ve worked the hardest on (which is shocking when you realize I’ve been practicing the viola since I was seven).

Oh For Fun has been the musings of my internal mind. I have used this platform to hone a voice, and to practice writing, to try things out, to share myself, to work hard, and to make my friends and family laugh. It’s been an absolute joy, and I don’t think I could ever overestimate how much this platform has fundamentally changed how I measure my potential and my happiness. Blogging has been incalculably good for me.

The Willful Caboose, is my first baby step out of my own head, and into the world at large with my writing. With TWC I am attempting to use the skills I have cultivated here, and actively apply them to something specific, something that has an appeal beyond “Kate Holzemer”. I am working on TWC with incredible devotion, and it is paying off in terms of traffic and interest in the blog. I have no idea what a hockey blog can lead to exactly, but I can say that it has already provided amazing friends, a refocused creativity, TONS of laughs, and an absolute fascination with how the medium of “blogging” has the potential to change the way we receive and share information. Oh For Fun has felt intensely personal, and The Willful Caboose has felt like presenting a “product”- a product that I am very proud of and that I feel has potential to evolve and grow.

I am so sorry that I have not been keeping up with Oh For Fun. I can’t tell you how much it means to me that people miss it, and want it back. I just don’t know how to manufacture my enthusiasm. I tried with Nambloogooho, but it just felt incredibly forced. I don’t want Oh For Fun to ever feel like the audition screen, and so rather than trying to propel myself through the motions of blogging here, I am choosing to let it be. I’m not quitting Oh For Fun, I’m just channeling my energy into The Willful Caboose right now. I’m certain that someday the pendulum will swing back.

The reason I have written this big long post is that I desperately want you guys, the people who have always so generously read Oh For Fun, to understand how much your support has meant to me, and how responsible I still feel to this blog and to the people who read it. I am happier, more peaceful, and more confident today than I have been in 32 years, and I really believe that a lot of this contentment started here, on Oh For Fun, with you. I love you guys.

Last Day!

Well, I had every intention of sitting down and writing something really good for the last day of NaBloPoMo, but the truth is, I am terribly stressed out right now.  Hopefully, the spazzy stressyness will go away after the weekend, and I will be back to my loosy goosy self very soon, but for tonight, I’m all jangley. 

I can’t believe I managed to post everyday in November.  It wasn’t always eloquent, but I did pull it off!


Oooh!  I almost forgot you again Nanbloohootoogppfroo!  I can’t November has already come and gone.  I’ll try to think of something good for tomorrow. 


I have about a half dozen of those 99ยข bags that Wegmans sells for groceries. You know, the kind that are supposed to cut down on all of the plastic bags. When I first started using them, I kept forgetting to bring them to the store with me, so every time I went grocery shopping I would buy a new one, and now I have way too many. You can fit a lot of groceries into each bag, and I am just one person, so I very rarely need more than one bag per trip.

I wonder how many plastic bags I have to not use in order to make up for the fact that eventually, even if I use these sturdy bags for the rest of my life, they too will end up in a landfill?

Eco Satan