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Alternate title: orangeline days
She was quite unclear on what I meant by recipes. No, we don't cook and eat the animals there. She likes chipmunks.
There was a woman playing acoustic guitar and singing at Park Street and I got a brief glimpse of her. If only she was there when I was waiting at Park Street for a train instead of at Charles/MGH. When I was there, there was a guy playing the recorder, which was cool too, I guess.
The Coriolan Overture is named for the man, not the play. But the play is about the man, so it still counts.
I thought Coriolanus himself was on stage, but he wasn't. Passing strange.
A Midsummer Night's Dream had a guy with an ass head. The soliloquy that starts out with "I am an ass indeed" is actually from A Comedy of Errors.
And I finally understand the context of the wedding march.
Flashback is ostensibly based on A Midsummer Night's Dream, even if it was about America being ruined by a coalition of Mexicans, Muslims, and Japanese. They're about as related as Celestis is to the Taming of the Shrew.
http://uninteresting.myby.co.uk/noeffort/hamlet.htm
It's not as good as Romeo and Juliet. It does feature Claudius wearing a Burger King crown and someone saying that Woodcock is a funny word and someone asking the ghost his a/s/l.
Well, the summer concerts for the year are over, and with it, I'm going to go back to my one entry a week more or less, unless something special happens. It was overwhelming thinking of titles and burning questions and everything. More overwhelming than when I thought of it. I wanted to use countless farewells, but that might make people assume I'm not writing anymore, instead of just saying farewell to summer and the random people and not-so-random people I met and the free days at museums and the warm weather and the Count. I have a couple of books and short stories I want to read, a few of them dependent on the season, most of them not.
21st century politics are such an ugly thing. Breivik is sane (if they declared him criminally insane, it would further discredit his beliefs and actions, declaring him sane may or may not mean he takes responsibility for his actions but it doesn't throw a wrench into counterjihadist gearwork either, and that's bad) and Rachel Corrie's death was an accidental suicide, whatever that is.
I think I'd better concentrate on the present, and forget about what's to come. This is going to be a long election season…
Burning Question: Do they give a Nobel Prize for attempted chemistry?
She was quite unclear on what I meant by recipes. No, we don't cook and eat the animals there. She likes chipmunks.
There was a woman playing acoustic guitar and singing at Park Street and I got a brief glimpse of her. If only she was there when I was waiting at Park Street for a train instead of at Charles/MGH. When I was there, there was a guy playing the recorder, which was cool too, I guess.
The Coriolan Overture is named for the man, not the play. But the play is about the man, so it still counts.
I thought Coriolanus himself was on stage, but he wasn't. Passing strange.
A Midsummer Night's Dream had a guy with an ass head. The soliloquy that starts out with "I am an ass indeed" is actually from A Comedy of Errors.
And I finally understand the context of the wedding march.
Flashback is ostensibly based on A Midsummer Night's Dream, even if it was about America being ruined by a coalition of Mexicans, Muslims, and Japanese. They're about as related as Celestis is to the Taming of the Shrew.
http://uninteresting.myby.co.uk/noeffort/hamlet.htm
It's not as good as Romeo and Juliet. It does feature Claudius wearing a Burger King crown and someone saying that Woodcock is a funny word and someone asking the ghost his a/s/l.
Well, the summer concerts for the year are over, and with it, I'm going to go back to my one entry a week more or less, unless something special happens. It was overwhelming thinking of titles and burning questions and everything. More overwhelming than when I thought of it. I wanted to use countless farewells, but that might make people assume I'm not writing anymore, instead of just saying farewell to summer and the random people and not-so-random people I met and the free days at museums and the warm weather and the Count. I have a couple of books and short stories I want to read, a few of them dependent on the season, most of them not.
21st century politics are such an ugly thing. Breivik is sane (if they declared him criminally insane, it would further discredit his beliefs and actions, declaring him sane may or may not mean he takes responsibility for his actions but it doesn't throw a wrench into counterjihadist gearwork either, and that's bad) and Rachel Corrie's death was an accidental suicide, whatever that is.
I think I'd better concentrate on the present, and forget about what's to come. This is going to be a long election season…
Burning Question: Do they give a Nobel Prize for attempted chemistry?
