primeval light
Sep. 28th, 2013 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI learned something important the other day. Okay, two important things: Google Image Lookup, despite being unable to identify some flora, can actually be useful for once. Second, the artist I mentioned in at least two of the six New York entries is named Chitra Ganesh. Got that? And I'm thinking to myself "I should have known that." But I'm horrible with names. And birthdays. And anniversaries of some perfectly uninteresting events.
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Someone, at first I thought she was Kristi, was singing a quiet song to herself outside of Braintree Station. She smiled. I asked her if she was singing, she said yes, I said "oh… you're rather good, actually" but we couldn't talk long because we both had places to go but not in the same direction. She'll go far, I hope.
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I only got a brief glimpse of a woman with short blonde hair streaked with blue and pink.
but I didn't see her for very long, so I don't think I'm going to attempt to sketch/paint her.
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There was a piano outside Symphony Hall, with the message "play me, I'm yours", and this guy, his name was Jason, played a Chopin piece and then something I didn't recognize. His sister, I don't know her name, sang along.
all right. If you haven't heard Mahler's second symphony live, you haven't truly lived. I said that to someone at the T station afterwards, who was thinking of going but put it off. So, see it. If I'm somehow sending a message to an alternate reality where Mahler is banned, find some fellow reality exiles, instruments, and a fuckload of tripwires, or maybe make some minor societal faux pas that will get you exiled to this reality. If you live in a country where Mahler is banned, which you don't, and I know you don't because the one country that would ban Mahler hasn't, but if they do learn that Horst Mahler and Gustav Mahler are as related as Hans Frank and Anne Frank (which is about as related as a sea lily is to a stargazer lily), get yourself exiled for a societal faux pas of some sort or just take a vacation.
And yes, this symphony was quoted in Eternal Light.
EDIT: And to add my feelings on Mahler that I didn't already include in one of at least three entries called Misprision of Dreams, he is sort of the culmination of all the Romantic era.
Oh, and I had some dolmas on seasoned rice, drizzled with a whitish dressing of some sort and some red hot sauce that I think is harissa, with a salad of feta and lettuce and peppers and kalamata olives with a pale green vinaigrette. Very good stuff.
Sometimes I feel like the far right blogosphere are becoming increasingly fanatical. Then I realize they have many Julius Streichers and few Erich Bauers.
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This is a thing: Fiddlers' Galaxy
It was composed in 1989. I didn't hear that live.
burning question: Can you explain why somebody is posting objectivist/libertarian stock phrases in a news article about public pianos in Boston? There doesn't seem to be a context to them.
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Someone, at first I thought she was Kristi, was singing a quiet song to herself outside of Braintree Station. She smiled. I asked her if she was singing, she said yes, I said "oh… you're rather good, actually" but we couldn't talk long because we both had places to go but not in the same direction. She'll go far, I hope.
***
I only got a brief glimpse of a woman with short blonde hair streaked with blue and pink.
but I didn't see her for very long, so I don't think I'm going to attempt to sketch/paint her.
***
There was a piano outside Symphony Hall, with the message "play me, I'm yours", and this guy, his name was Jason, played a Chopin piece and then something I didn't recognize. His sister, I don't know her name, sang along.
all right. If you haven't heard Mahler's second symphony live, you haven't truly lived. I said that to someone at the T station afterwards, who was thinking of going but put it off. So, see it. If I'm somehow sending a message to an alternate reality where Mahler is banned, find some fellow reality exiles, instruments, and a fuckload of tripwires, or maybe make some minor societal faux pas that will get you exiled to this reality. If you live in a country where Mahler is banned, which you don't, and I know you don't because the one country that would ban Mahler hasn't, but if they do learn that Horst Mahler and Gustav Mahler are as related as Hans Frank and Anne Frank (which is about as related as a sea lily is to a stargazer lily), get yourself exiled for a societal faux pas of some sort or just take a vacation.
And yes, this symphony was quoted in Eternal Light.
EDIT: And to add my feelings on Mahler that I didn't already include in one of at least three entries called Misprision of Dreams, he is sort of the culmination of all the Romantic era.
Oh, and I had some dolmas on seasoned rice, drizzled with a whitish dressing of some sort and some red hot sauce that I think is harissa, with a salad of feta and lettuce and peppers and kalamata olives with a pale green vinaigrette. Very good stuff.
Sometimes I feel like the far right blogosphere are becoming increasingly fanatical. Then I realize they have many Julius Streichers and few Erich Bauers.
***
This is a thing: Fiddlers' Galaxy
It was composed in 1989. I didn't hear that live.
burning question: Can you explain why somebody is posting objectivist/libertarian stock phrases in a news article about public pianos in Boston? There doesn't seem to be a context to them.
