Dump - da - DUMP - dump.

Surfing so far, eh? *

I am in my cave digesting my nuts and berries
To lazy to do anything creative, here's another link.

My turn to rant

Besides the surfing, I am also yawning a lot.

I almost thought seriously about a bike ride yesterday due to an disgustingly ugly blue stain on the sky and a total lack of cloud cover, fortunately, the serious thinking tired me out so I spent the day following Laura Croft helping her steal little white, green, and gold statues sequestered in odd places around the world.

And shooting things.

I've also been watching a lot of silly "classic" TV.

Rockford files, Magnum PI, Quincy, Night Rider, Ironsides, and the like.

But NOT Dragnet, God, I hate that snotty little Joe Friday asshole.

Everything wrong with the world is because of sanctimonious idiot bastards like Joe Friday.

Everything

I got your facts, Friday, hope ya,choke on 'em.

Oh yeah, Watched the tearjerk movie "An Affair to Remember" hoping to inoculate myself with an immunity for that sort of thing and mainly build a resistance to the coming down with a case of "It's a wonderful life".

Also ate turkey and annoyed my family.

They started it.

I'm tired of this.



* Let's go do that now, everybody's learnin' how...

Stealing stuff again.

YANG CHU'S POEMS 305

It was Wednesday night prayer meetings,
The darkest night of the year.

God walked through the walls,
Entered the church.

God was naked.

The parents quickly put their hands
Over their children's eyes.

The preacher in panic,
Switched off all the lights.


Duane Locke

Posted over on Penhimalaya

Just another yesterday

It was a schoolday, like many others.
The sky was clear and blue (sort of a light robins egg blue, grayed out a bit) clear enough to make me decide not to wear my gore-tex jacket with the hood, which turned out to be a bit of a mistake.
Just a little bit.

I wore a corduroy jacket
It had a missing button.
Still does.
Turned the collar up and closed the lapels.
Anyway, I had no reason to suspect that the day would be any different from any other day.

I had no inkling that earth changing events might take place in my life.

No concept of the possibility of a major sea change in my journey through the rocks and swamps this poor bedraggled planet.

No precognition that I would be diverted from my straight and narrow path by the cruel exigencies of fate.

Imagine my surprise when none of this happened.
It won't be hard.
I wasn't surprised a bit.

Except for the change to light rain, there was no drama at all.

Yawn!

Well except that when I got to the SCCC parking lot, I found I was early for the afternoon parking rate and drove up 16th for a coffee and croissant at Victrola.
Drove back and parked.
Trotted on down to the library (main branch) to deliver a book to a friend who works there.
A book about Andrew Jackson.

And,

Because I was unable to upload the videos of the concert at home, I thought I would try the library's computer.
But after waiting for about 2o mins for the thing to up load, I was busy amusing myself with a silly pencil and paper game when I looked up to the screen and noticed the warning that, as I had been inactive for 10 mins, I was about to be shut down.

I had 15 secs to push a button marked either yes or no but before I could respond properly it was too late.

So I yanked the flash drive and scrammed.

If loading a large file is not activity, I cant imagine what is.

Anyway

When I tried it again this morning, it worked fine, as should be obvious if you are reading this and there they are.

Wish we had closed the flap on the piano, the violins are a bit drowned out.

Hope you like it.

I Have found the
Editing
features

Obviously

Third Movement and credits

Second Movement

The Double Concerto for two violins and orchestra. Here presented live in piano reduction at Tom Baker's Composers Salon at the Chapel at Good Shepard

Video!

Worked all day yesterday learning and doing with my video editor.
Managed to cut the 2 vln concerto into it's three movements and add titles.
Managed to post them on my facebook site.

My Facebook site

Which I've also linked over there to your right under "Blog Party Revelers"

Theoretically I should be able to post them here, but that didn't work.
Perhaps I'll try tomorrow at the Library.

Thanksgiving is looming and I want to thank you all (and Y'all) for visiting and commenting and listening to my music.

I also want to thank Ophelia for trespassing against me.

Stumbling

I found some code to install on this thing but when I put it in, my template looked funny so I took it out again.
I'm not sure what it does anyway.

Nice concert Sunday;
Philharmonia Northwest still great. Robert Silverman rocked Beethoven's fifth piano concerto. Marjorie Merryman's Windhover was a nice representation of meteorological unrest. I'm still not up to speed on the Russians, I wanted to add something to Shostakovich's 9th Symphony but I don't know what.
Robert Silverman's embouchure is not as great as Jeremy Denk's but the piece was a winner nontheless.

Also...New Link....John Adams (and friends)

John Adams

Back to work....

Family matters

My nephew's kids;
From their dad's facebook site;

Wyatt likes the rapscallion, reprobate, scalawags who seem to be popping up everywhere these day's. He has a great knack for striking up conversation with the stubby-fingered registered sex-offenders in our 'hood' ( he say's "hi" as push him quickly past). I'm willing to lie to him here and lead him believe that, like his taste for bath-water and food from the floor, will surely stunt his growth or grow hair on his palms. Or maybe he wants to be in a punk band and work in social services. Ruby, on the other hand, loves to sit in her slippers and try and get me to throw away her banana peels. She might try and get away with throwing them on the floor like they were candy wrappers or something and say things in a very superior way like, "You're doing a very good job, daddy". When I heard a loud crash in the other room yesterday, I went in and found Ruby had fallen. "I told you I don't like it when you stand on your musical instruments!" I said peevishly. "I wasn't standing on it dad..I was jumping on it!" she huffed.

Aside from that, I'm having trouble with my Satirical sketch.
It's called "Clique and Claque, the Tacet Brothers".

Trying to write the dialog is making me crazy.