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Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 19:30:50 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #318
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students, in the 1950's. This was from a time before computers
would fit on a desk, and when people communicated with friends in other
countries by actual letters sent through the postal service. He wrote
225 of them to a friend. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Then he wrote to an artificial
intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his school for
gifted students, which he started attending in 2016. Now it's after
2018, and he's continuing to save his memories in a secure blog.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 17 in this story, in Summer of year 7 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #318 "Third Vienna Concert"
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Back in the music hall in Vienna, I said to Chad, "Please set up some
kind of concert, for the full Dark Eyes bit. I really want to do that
for real. If Rose agrees." She yelled "I do!" I grinned at her and
said, "A little early for that?" She and Hawk laughed. I explained to
the UMD people, "Rose and I will be married next year. Well, when she
sets the date." Chad said "A one man and woman show of dance and music.
I want that on a major network. Just in time for at the start of the
season. I'll work on that right after we're done here. I know you'll
have more for it, and an album." I nodded and said, "Yes. Thanks. I
want it the best we can do, so our children will have something of us
together, the best of us in our prime." There were some not so dry
eyes. I said "The Out There duet is going to knock their sox off. We
can do 'Whole New World' too." Chad said "And 'Tonight'." I said "Hawk,
please, the piano. Rose?" Hawk started, and Rose and I sang "Tonight",
from "West Side Story." We were very good, and earned some good
applause. Chad said "You'll do more for the album." I said "I suppose
we'll have to."
Dan said "I have one more. PLEASE!" I said to the group. "He has
another challenge for me. Who here wants him to not do that?" Silence.
I said "Please!" Laughter, but no takers. I said with a big sigh, "Oh,
alright." He said "Vibraphone." I said "Well, that's really new to me.
I'll see you, and raise you one, first. Czardas on the cimbalom!" I
made and ported to me a cimbalom, which is a big horizontal harp like
instrument, a concert variety of a hammered dulcimer, you play by
banging on the strings with the sometimes padded ends of long handled
metal or wooden spoons. There is a sustain foot pedal, too. I sat at
it, and banged away at it very energetically, and it sounded weird but
good. It earned a lot of applause. The director came to me, and I said,
"I know. But we won't have time for everything." He said through his
grin, "I don't think we will have any complaints." I said "Er, mine?"
He laughed.
I stood, and ported a self powered vibraphone to me. It's like a
xylophone, but with some electrical enhancements, such as providing a
tremolo effect, and a sustain pedal. I played some Lionel Hampton jazz
favorites on it, with four mallets. Then I played a very worked up
Czardas on it. Different, but good. A lot of applause. The director
came to me, and I said, "Again?" He laughed, and said, "Yes. Both, to
show the different instruments and their unique sounds. And you." I
said "All I did, or just Czardas?" He said "Can you do all on both?" I
said, "That's an idea. Yes. But a little different. You will see and
hear that when I do it." He said "Good!" I said "I hope so!" He
laughed. I said "But don't forget, I still have the Canon to do on the
zither." He said "Yes. That first, then these two." I said "And then
Rainbow." He said "Yes." I said "There is one more thing to try.
Czardas on the harp." He said "I don't think that's possible." Hawk
burst out laughing. The director bowed to him, trying to hide a grin. I
went to the harp, and played all I had played on the vibes. Hawk said,
"I think it's possible!" While they were applauding. The director said,
"That, too, last, because it's the most difficult." I said "I do have
to agree with that! My fingers can still feel it." Rose said "Want me
to kiss them better?" I said to her, "Sure. Anytime you want, anywhere
I've got." Some laughter. She said "We'll see about that!" I said "Er,
now?" She laughed, and said, "We aren't married yet." I muttered, but
loud enough so all could hear, "Stupid calendar!" Some good laughter.
I said to the director, "The accordion for the first encore?" He said
"Vienna Waltz?" I said "My way, yes. My farewell to Vienna." We both
nodded solemnly. It was time to stop playing around, and get out of the
way for the final setup for the concert. I made the program handouts. I
reminded the director about my original organ piece. He said to place
that just before Rainbow. I played some Bach things in low volume while
the audience filtered in. Then some ragtime. The director's head
snapped up, and I grinned at him. He didn't know how to take that. I
grinned wider, and Hawk laughed.
At the start of the concert, the director introduced me. Then he
said, "In the hours before his first concert here, Stephen learned to
play the zither. He will now play, at my urgent request, something he
played then, the Canon by Pachelbel." I did it, to a standing ovation.
After thanking them, I said, "Next I will perform a series of songs,
repeating on different instruments. Except for the harp, this is the
first day I have played those instruments. The reason why I'm doing
this is, HIM! Yes, your Music Director wants me to. If you don't like
it, I know of a quiet place where you can meet him at dawn, and settle
your differences in a er, loud way." Some laughter. I said "The first
instrument in this set is the cimbalom. If you don't know much about
it, well, that's not a problem. I didn't either, until today, when I
was researching the second instrument for a challenge. To begin!" I
played it well. The jazz things I had played on the vibes, I did a
little different. Between some of them, I changed the hammer padding to
different kinds. Czardas went well. I received a lot of applause for
that instrument. The same for the vibraphone, which I did better than
before. Then I said, "After I did those this afternoon, I said to the
director that I should try the harp for that." I looked at him, and he
said, "I said I didn't think that was possible." I said "Now we will
see if he is correct." I showed them he wasn't, and received a standing
ovation. I bowed and said, "Thank you. I'm still feeling that."
I said "Before the last concert, when I was trying out the new organ,
I was challenged to do something original. I was asked to play it
today. I should remind you that it is very loud." I went to the organ
console, and turned everything on, and played it. That also got a
standing ovation. I said "Next is something a little strange." Some
chuckles. I said "Well, more strange. I think you will agree. I did
this earlier today, just for fun, and well, you know the story. He
insisted. It started as a challenge to play 'Over the Rainbow' on the
trumpet. Then things became, er, strange. I'll do it like it happened."
I started playing "Over the Rainbow" on my alloy trumpet. I played it
straight, first, with a lot of expression. Then I made it fancy, and
then I really jazzed it up. Then I left the trumpet hanging in the air,
and ported my violin to me, and then the other parts of my small
musical group. My transparent images played those instruments, and the
piano, while the real me played the violin. I made the timpani and
cymbals in the back of the room make sounds like a thunderstorm. There
were dark clouds over me. I played the intro, and then let the violin
hang and play itself while I sang the song with feeling. In the middle,
I took the violin back and played it, then let it go to sing the other
verse. The storm quieted down, and a faint rainbow appeared, growing
brighter as I neared the end, and we could hear some birds singing. One
even lighted on my shoulder. A bluebird, naturally. Then I was done,
and the images faded away, but there was a fresh spring smell, still
lingering in the air. There was stunned silence, then thunderous
applause in a standing ovation.
I said "The first time I did something like that, I didn't know I
could do it. I think I know, now. It happens sometimes when I love a
song which I can really do something with. For the last scheduled
selection, I will conduct my original symphony number four, 'Love of
Vienna'. It is named that, because I composed it here in this building,
in Vienna, to be OF Vienna, as my gift to you, in appreciation of all
you are, and for allowing me to share myself and my music with you. We
begin." I went to the podium, and gestured for tuning, and they were
ready. We started. After we finished, we had another standing ovation,
which lasted through many bows, mine and the orchestra's I came back
with the accordion. I said "If you guessed another challenge today, you
guessed correctly. If some of you have not fully recognized this kind
of instrument, I should tell you that it is a Schrammel Accordion, of
Vienna. I was asked to play this, and the selection here, if we had
time. Do we have time?" There was loud applause. I said "I will play
YOUR waltz!" And I did, and with some very fancy parts, but with a lot
of expression in the simple parts. There was a long standing ovation
for that, and some not so dry eyes. I came back with my violin, and
they quieted. I said through my tears, "Thank you for helping me
support the new independent country of Tibet. Thank you for making me
feel welcomed here, my friends." Then I played my usual last encore,
and my love blessing went to all of Austria, and I silvery ported to
the food room.
After the regular audience members left, I went to face the reporters
in the music hall. One said "Will you be having more concerts here in
the future?" I said "I have one more concert planned so far for the
year, and that's in two weeks in the US. I don't know if I will be
doing any more concerts of this kind, ever. If I do, and if I am
welcome here in Vienna, I would love to come back. Even if that doesn't
happen, I think I will come just to visit my friends here sometimes."
He said "Why would you not have more concerts?" I said "I do many
things. I only have so much available time to devote to some things. I
do these things to earn recognition and money for Tibet. These concerts
earn less of that than the other things I do. While I have a lot of fun
doing these events, and make and be with good friends, those things
can't be a priority with me. I have a task I must work on, and that is
support of Tibet. I will be starting universities there, and
supervising archeological digs, and building infrastructures." The
director interrupted with, "We want him back, any way he can manage
it." We bowed to each other.
One said "Archeological digs sounds interesting. Can you tell us more
about that?" I said "When I am asked to play a new instrument, I have
to make it first. I do research on the instrument, and then I look for
already made instruments to examine. Well, when I scan for those, I can
see anything I want to on Earth, down to the subatomic level. But I do
not invade people's privacy. I have scanned all of Tibet down to 50
meters below ground, so I know all that's buried in that country. When
we have some accredited archeologists there, I will give them lists of
locations, and contents of what is there. They should bring their own
shovels and toothbrushes." He and some others smiled. One said "Will
you be doing this for other places?" I said "I will not be doing the
unusual things I do for Tibet, in other places. I wouldn't be doing it
there, upsetting the natural order of people and things, but for my
task." One said "How long do you think it will be before Tibet doesn't
need you anymore?" I said "That is a very good question, because I
don't know when Tibet will no longer need my help. I expect to be
active there for at least four more years. Ten more years after that, I
will be available for some assistance, mostly teaching. Then my
students there will have to work without me. They will be very able to
do that." He said "What will you be doing then?" I said with a smile,
"I will have to see what my future is then, when it happens to me."
One said "Will you be doing more world wide love broadcasts?" I said
"I expect to be doing fireworks and world love broadcasts on the 4th of
July in Tibet every year that I am in this life, and maybe more local
things in different countries. I've been asked to, and I have extremely
little resistance to that, being that I am love, and that always needs
to be shared." He said "Will people be healed then, too?" I said "I
don't know if people will be healed in those new love broadcasts. I
didn't cause that myself on the 4th. I just shared my love. Then power
flooded me from who some know by different names and situations, and
accomplished the healing which I am not capable of in such a scale and
speed. I was perhaps more surprised by that than any of you." Hawk
laughed. I smiled and said, "My one man audience has er, spoken." Some
chuckles. I said "But I will say this. I asked that very question, and
was answered. Like always, as many who have done that could tell you,
the answer was a little ambiguous. So, I won't tell you, but I wouldn't
be at all surprised if it happened again. I wonder if the world's
prayers might help. Be assured that my request is already in." He said
"Thank you for that." Others said that, too.
I said "Anybody for a snack? Follow me!" We all went to the food
room. My counseled reporter came to me and said, "I want to thank you
for all you do, and all who you are." I said "I don't know what to say,
but you are welcome. It is my honor to serve." I bowed. Another
reporter came to me, and said, "I want to thank you for him. We have
been competitors but good friends for years. I have realized that the
friendship we had was not as good as I thought it was, because now it
is much better." The other reporter said, "That was because I didn't
know how to be a friend. Now I do." I had some tears which they were
polite to ignore, and I hugged them both with all my love. I whispered
to my reporter's friend, who was the one who said I wore nothing at
home, "Off the record, you were right about what I don't wear at home.
I was raised that way in my past life and this one." He grinned really
widely, and whispered back, "I didn't expect you to say that, even if
it were true. Thank you. I'm a naturist, too." I said "Ah! A brother
under the er, skin." He laughed really hard. I tried not to. Not so
Hawk, naturally.
I gave some memory cards to the flutist, and we hugged with thanks.
The same with the music director. I said "It's time I took the
university students back. All of you who want to take any food from
here, get it while you can, because after the last person leaves this
room, it will all be gone. Oh, I see. Here are some plastic containers,
so you can save your pockets for whatever else you do in them." Some
embarrassed laughter, which didn't provide the exact reason for it. I
said "If you need more, you will have it, without fighting each other.
But no large transport vehicles, please." More embarrassed laughter,
except from Hawk, who was almost hysterical with laughter, as was Chad.
I said to Chad, loud enough for all to hear, "We should capture a video
of that to show the sharks how do do it better." He laughed a lot
louder, and so did some others. I called out, "Please remember that
silver is not considered nutritious." More embarrassed laughter. I
motioned to the director for a private talk. In a corner of the room, I
said, "Please accept the silver, and it really is solid silver, as my
gift to this establishment. Considering what's happening, which
happened before, you might want to lock it up. It's like the forks have
legs, and need to hide out in the nearest pocket." He tried really hard
not to laugh, which I thought looked really interesting, and let him
know that, which really didn't help him. I said "Seriously, if I could
choose not to share my humor, I would not stop it." He said "I
understand. I agree. A little." I grinned, and hugged him with all my
love.
I gathered all the UMD people, and my own group, and ported us all to
UMD. I said to my group, "Transport to the usual places?" They nodded,
and left on their own, not letting the UMD people know that I didn't do
it for them. I sat with the UMD people. I said "I suppose you would
like a set of memory cards of all I did in my time in Vienna." The
professor said, "We would, yes. Thank you." I put them on the table,
and said, "For school use only. You wanted to talk about something?" He
grinned and said, "Yes, about everything." I said "Can we make it a
little less than that? I don't know if you know it, but I have not
slept this week. I am not yet diminished in any way because of that,
still, it shouldn't be abused often."
The professor said, "You said you would provide all facilities and
equipment for our university extension in Tibet. Will that include
musical instruments?" I said "Absolutely! Who wants to transport a load
of tubas and pianos?" He said "That's great. But when the students get
them?" I said "Would they be provided with free instruments here, to
keep?" He said "No." I said "It will be the same there, to be fair." He
looked very frustrated. He said "Would the instruments there be
available for purchase?" I said "Absolutely! But only to full students
there, again to be fair. I don't want to encourage people to come to be
students just to buy an instrument, and have them leave the second they
do that." He said "You are very frustrating, but I have to admit you
are fair." I grinned, and waited. He said "Would those purchasable
instruments include your finest?" I said "I do NOT want our students
murdered!" He looked really surprised, and then thoughtful, and back
and forth. Then he said, "All things considered, I'm very grateful that
you have thought of these things in advance. I see the rest of us
aren't understanding this. Could you please explain it to them?"
I said "To a few billion people, I am almost a God, or at least God's
right hand man. There are people building Temples to hold things that I
have made, which have very little intrinsic value. If it is known that
I gave or sold something like that special alloy trumpet, which in
metal alone is worth over a hundred thousand dollars, I would have to
personally guard that person's life forever. The instruments which will
be available for use and purchase in Tibet, will be precision made, of
professional quality, but that's all. I do NOT want my students to be
harmed because of something I caused!" He said "Accepted, and not to be
discussed again. Thank you." I said "However, there is a service I can
personally provide to some people who cannot adjust well to a standard
instrument. I can modify one they purchase, to fit them better. If I
have time, and I choose the recipient of that service." He said "I
think I knew you would do that. As the maker of them, you could do that
better than anyone else." I said, "I admit to having had some
practice." Some chuckles.
He said "Will you be teaching in Tibet?" I said "I already am. I
think you mean in the universities. There are problems with me doing
that. First, I am perhaps the worlds foremost authority in a lot of
subjects. There is not enough time in a century to teach all of them.
How could I choose? Then there is my status in some religions, which
would be very distracting to the students. Even now, in teaching my
special mind techniques, I have to step back and allow my most advanced
students to do that for me. I LOVE teaching, and you know that, but I
am just too much in many ways to do that personally now, in most cases.
It hurts, but it doesn't do any good to argue with reality." He said
"That is a severe loss to all." I said wryly, "That isn't helping." He
said "Oh! I'm sorry." I said "Don't worry about it. Got any more to
discuss now?" He said "No, this is all I have." I stood and opened my
arms, and they all received my all my love hug. I had to help the new
people to sit down. Then I ported home, to receive my own hugs.
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