It was flute night at the O.K. corral last night. Of six pieces on the New Music Ensemble concert, five involved a solo flutist, and three of those were for solo flute. Apparently we're not supposed to call them flautists anymore -- when I corresponded by e-mail with the flute professor at Tech last year, I got this reply:

"First of all, I don't use the word 'flautist'. This term was very much 'in vogue' some time ago, but has fallen out of polite usage in recent times. It is considered an affectation in the English language, and should be reserved to describe those practitioners of the instrument who play in an affected manner. Europeans, on the other hand, are not near as sensitive about such matters as are we Americans. (Don't we all take ourselves too seriously!)"

I guess, like Gordon Korman, we should all just start calling them "flute-guys".

I finished the last of my pedagogy analysis this morning after my weekly grocery shopping trip, so other than the grade-school-style notebook to be turned in at the end of the semester, I don't have any pedagogy projects hanging over my head. After the jazz history test next week, I hope to spend the remainder of the semester listening and writing, especially since I don't do nearly enough of the former.