Philosophy and other idle chatter.
Pop on over to "Dial M for Musicology" and check out the little Alan Watts cartoons.
There is a link there to more of 'em.
Then read Michael Shermer's article in the Oct issue of Scientific American. His column is titled "Sceptic". It's on page 44.
Then go to Soho the dog and read "Quote of the day" and the ensuing comments.
Then write a 1500 word essay as to "What it's all about" and have it on my desk by next Thursday.
This will count for half your grade for the semester.
Friday's show presented by non-sequiter in the Chapel at Good Shepard was outstanding. It was all about Latin American music. That is Modern music by Latin American composers. Not the stereotyped salsas, tangos, mambos, sambas, meringues or trumpets flashing in the sun.
Nowhere in the whole evening did any one bay "Babaloo (cy)"
I would be more informative here, but I've lost the program. I do remember that one of the composers presenting was from Mexico and the other was Cuban from Vancouver. The usual combination of acoustics and my hearing kept me from hearing much of what they said but, being that they are the "competition", I was just indulging myself in my usual petty infantile jealousy anyway.
The music was terrific.
I did manage to meet and greet several people, comrades in the Seattle music scene.
Got a lead on violinists.
The rest of the weekend was domestic. With some kind of feeble viral invasion that caused sleepiness and a bloody nose.
Next week we will bundle the family into the old jalopy and head out to the coast for a deserved rest (Meredith deserves it anyway, all I do anymore is take it easy.
We will spend the majority of the week in a funky cabin on the north shore of Lake Quinault then the next weekend at the Sou'wester in Seaview where we will be dining as often as possible at The Depot where the food is magnificent.
Reading books, eating cookies and sleeping.
Remember, today is the day that balances precariously between the first and the last of your life.
According to the Einstein's concept of "relativity", you are perfectly free to consider yourself the center of the universe, believe the world is flat or that the earth is fixed and the Sun revolves around it.
It's obvious about the Sun's path. I mean, just look at it.
The flat earth thing doesn't speak to me. I look out the window and I see tiger mountain. I see Mount baker. I see Mount Rainier. I see no flat. So maybe Einstein was wrong.
As to the center of the whatchacallit, You are the center of my whachacallit.
There is a link there to more of 'em.
Then read Michael Shermer's article in the Oct issue of Scientific American. His column is titled "Sceptic". It's on page 44.
Then go to Soho the dog and read "Quote of the day" and the ensuing comments.
Then write a 1500 word essay as to "What it's all about" and have it on my desk by next Thursday.
This will count for half your grade for the semester.
Friday's show presented by non-sequiter in the Chapel at Good Shepard was outstanding. It was all about Latin American music. That is Modern music by Latin American composers. Not the stereotyped salsas, tangos, mambos, sambas, meringues or trumpets flashing in the sun.
Nowhere in the whole evening did any one bay "Babaloo (cy)"
I would be more informative here, but I've lost the program. I do remember that one of the composers presenting was from Mexico and the other was Cuban from Vancouver. The usual combination of acoustics and my hearing kept me from hearing much of what they said but, being that they are the "competition", I was just indulging myself in my usual petty infantile jealousy anyway.
The music was terrific.
I did manage to meet and greet several people, comrades in the Seattle music scene.
Got a lead on violinists.
The rest of the weekend was domestic. With some kind of feeble viral invasion that caused sleepiness and a bloody nose.
Next week we will bundle the family into the old jalopy and head out to the coast for a deserved rest (Meredith deserves it anyway, all I do anymore is take it easy.
We will spend the majority of the week in a funky cabin on the north shore of Lake Quinault then the next weekend at the Sou'wester in Seaview where we will be dining as often as possible at The Depot where the food is magnificent.
Reading books, eating cookies and sleeping.
Remember, today is the day that balances precariously between the first and the last of your life.
According to the Einstein's concept of "relativity", you are perfectly free to consider yourself the center of the universe, believe the world is flat or that the earth is fixed and the Sun revolves around it.
It's obvious about the Sun's path. I mean, just look at it.
The flat earth thing doesn't speak to me. I look out the window and I see tiger mountain. I see Mount baker. I see Mount Rainier. I see no flat. So maybe Einstein was wrong.
As to the center of the whatchacallit, You are the center of my whachacallit.
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