Aren't we lucky?

We had to wait all year for snow in'08 but this year we get it right off.
I do hope that it lets up a bit for Thursday when I get back in the swing of my artistic career.
'cause as the Duke (the other one)(not Nukem or Wayne) says,

"It doesn't have very much significance if it doesn't rock back and forth in an energetic but graceful and pleasing manner".

Which translates into "if it's got a nice beat, you can dance to it".

Or something.

So, once again my day lacks bloggable significance.
I've been practicing lethargy and intend to keep on till I get it right.
Then, perhaps I can move on to ennui.

Ennui can all dance in the streets.

I do have a little phrase wafting its way from ear to ear like a lost soul, plaintively mewing.

"Would I not make a nice base for a cello concerto?"
A nice chicken broth for the orchestral stew?

Well, it's possible, and tomorrow, perhaps, I will enter the museyroom and confront that harmonial journey
And we all know what Shakespeare said about tomorrow (and he said it three times, too).

It's creepy, that's what he said.

But this evening I have my choice of a channel nine exposition concerning Gorillas acting like a bunch of apes.

Or talking to you.

Frankly I think there has been too much ape-like activity going on in the last eight years.
The fact that it has been going on forever is just too much to think about.

Yes, we are all great apes. Some greater than others. But shouldn't there be a more profound delineation between us and the ones who live in trees and let their feces fall on anyone below?
When you compare the social sophistication of a three-year-old human and a similarly aged Chimpanzee you see that we start to grow away from their behavior characteristics early.
We certainly should be able to behave civilly by the time we are old enough to run a corporation, or a country, or an Orchestra.

I have been contemplating Blair Tindall's marvelous book (Mozart in the Jungle on the subject of the dehumanization of the arts (specifically music) by greed-induced funding misuse.
The word to the wise for the day is "Jungle"

Maybe our new leadership will provide us with a better example.

as the great poet P.D.Q. Dickinson once said,

"Hope is that thing with feathers that -
flaps around -
squawking -
About how bloody valuable it is and -
Craps on your hair -
the -
minute -
you get a hold of it"

So that's what I did today.