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Jul. 27th, 2015 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamathere was a guy with a serpentine dragon and cherry blossoms on one leg and Anubis, jackal-headed god of death and mummification, and an Egyptian emblem on the other, along with something obscured on his arm.
Kinda disappointed he didn't have this somewhere amongst the dragon and cherry blossoms.
I sat next to two people who were in the Handel and Hayden Society's youth chorus, and one of them described Christina Hoff Sommers as literally the worst and I don't know about that, and that she calls herself a feminist but she says there's no patriarchy but if there was women should support it, and rape isn't a problem and there's no such thing as rape culture, and I don't know her reasons for not being a feminist, but I'm sure they're just as vacuous as a post I read, and for some bizarre reason Oberlin invited her to speak. She's less a feminist than a hedgehog is a porcupine or a Pomeranian is a cat.
See the burning question.
Some kids sang Jubilate Deo by Michael Praetorius. I'm actually familiar with him due to his dances.
Beethoven's 9th (hey, wonder if that's a movie yet… Wikipedia tells me there's eight, so they're almost there. They've gone through at least five dogs but they'll make it. I think there has to be 9 Beethoven movies even if the dog is long dead… hey, I wonder if each Beethoven movie is set in contemporary times or if they're all set in the early 90s… also, the youngest daughter from Beethoven is my age.) sounds like it's at an Atlas Lab concert and the orchestra seemed smaller but it was awesome nonetheless. Apparently, Beethoven himself didn't realize that the symphony was over until someone turned him around and everyone was waving their arms around and twirling scarves and stuff.
At the fountain stage, there was a duet with harp and soprano sax that was supposed to be played last but they wanted to get the harp stuff finished before any rain happened, which was a Mozart duet for flute and harp which was transposed to saxophone.
She played the Moldau by Smetana.
He played Cuckoo by Barry Cochran, which went from what sounded like the Forest Temple from Ocarina of Time as played on soprano sax to a weird Movietone-ish electronic-ish warbling.
It didn't rain at all. Well, it sprinkled a little. It occasionally threatened to rain but then cleared up.
Someone was walking his cat and a woman who's name was possibly Brianna had her hedgehog Eugene with her to raise awareness for making better hedgehog diets. And I know what you're all thinking and the answer to the question everyone is asking about hedgehogs is: they can run up to four miles per hour, which is comparable to 4th of July weekend Cape traffic and not The Flash or a peregrine falcon. That's reasonable considering their body size.
Pomeranians make me think of cat dogs because they're small and fluffy and black and have the pointy ears of a cat, but they have dog faces. Someone said they remind him of raccoons but in the immortal words of Birdsrightsactivist, nope but nop.
This pomeranian chased rock doves and thought that the song sounded like a bird and silently barked at it.
she looked like Shannon (poet Shannon who doesn't care that a pterodactyl isn't actually a dinosaur, not rose tattoo Shannon who painted a picture of an astronaut) and had a nose ring like Shannon but I don't remember Shannon ever wearing rings. Shannon might be taller, I don't know, they were sitting down. She wasn't Shannon; she's not even from the same area as Shannon.
Cape Breton fiddling was brought over from Scotland, and then this band Alba's Edge mixed it with Latin jazz. They just released their first album. I didn't have enough money to buy it but check it out if you can.
There was a woman in the audience wearing a t-shirt with some kind of cyclops cat.
Definitely hit with some ending fatigue there. And more likely "I had a canker sore fatigue." And just fatigue.
Aaron Neville is soul. The song that stood out was Fever, which Edna Krabappel performed covered in balloons, which she popped, and Drift Away, which was made famous by Dobie Gray, who is not one of the Doobie Brothers and not to be confused with the Doobie Brothers, and the Doobie Brothers are not to be confused with people who share the same parents, and desecrated by Uncle Kracker.
On the way home, I met an artist who told me my portrait of her was beautiful and I had a good eye and I was really good with colors. She really loves the line work on the forest scene I did with Emma, the one where even I can barely tell where my art ends and her art begins. I showed her my one attempt at making something in Gimp and told her that it was actually pretty tedious and I like to work on art as a whole and not hammering out one tiny part at a time, and she said she doesn't like making digital art either. She hates working with oil paints because they take too long to dry. I didn't get to see her art but boribory ny tany.
There's an interview with Gabriela Lena Frank in the booklet but I'm kinda exhausted from two days of reveling and I have light years to go before I sleep, and I'll summarize it later.
burning question: who's worse: Christina Hoff Sommers or Michelle Malkin?
Kinda disappointed he didn't have this somewhere amongst the dragon and cherry blossoms.
I sat next to two people who were in the Handel and Hayden Society's youth chorus, and one of them described Christina Hoff Sommers as literally the worst and I don't know about that, and that she calls herself a feminist but she says there's no patriarchy but if there was women should support it, and rape isn't a problem and there's no such thing as rape culture, and I don't know her reasons for not being a feminist, but I'm sure they're just as vacuous as a post I read, and for some bizarre reason Oberlin invited her to speak. She's less a feminist than a hedgehog is a porcupine or a Pomeranian is a cat.
See the burning question.
Some kids sang Jubilate Deo by Michael Praetorius. I'm actually familiar with him due to his dances.
Beethoven's 9th (hey, wonder if that's a movie yet… Wikipedia tells me there's eight, so they're almost there. They've gone through at least five dogs but they'll make it. I think there has to be 9 Beethoven movies even if the dog is long dead… hey, I wonder if each Beethoven movie is set in contemporary times or if they're all set in the early 90s… also, the youngest daughter from Beethoven is my age.) sounds like it's at an Atlas Lab concert and the orchestra seemed smaller but it was awesome nonetheless. Apparently, Beethoven himself didn't realize that the symphony was over until someone turned him around and everyone was waving their arms around and twirling scarves and stuff.
At the fountain stage, there was a duet with harp and soprano sax that was supposed to be played last but they wanted to get the harp stuff finished before any rain happened, which was a Mozart duet for flute and harp which was transposed to saxophone.
She played the Moldau by Smetana.
He played Cuckoo by Barry Cochran, which went from what sounded like the Forest Temple from Ocarina of Time as played on soprano sax to a weird Movietone-ish electronic-ish warbling.
It didn't rain at all. Well, it sprinkled a little. It occasionally threatened to rain but then cleared up.
Someone was walking his cat and a woman who's name was possibly Brianna had her hedgehog Eugene with her to raise awareness for making better hedgehog diets. And I know what you're all thinking and the answer to the question everyone is asking about hedgehogs is: they can run up to four miles per hour, which is comparable to 4th of July weekend Cape traffic and not The Flash or a peregrine falcon. That's reasonable considering their body size.
Pomeranians make me think of cat dogs because they're small and fluffy and black and have the pointy ears of a cat, but they have dog faces. Someone said they remind him of raccoons but in the immortal words of Birdsrightsactivist, nope but nop.
This pomeranian chased rock doves and thought that the song sounded like a bird and silently barked at it.
she looked like Shannon (poet Shannon who doesn't care that a pterodactyl isn't actually a dinosaur, not rose tattoo Shannon who painted a picture of an astronaut) and had a nose ring like Shannon but I don't remember Shannon ever wearing rings. Shannon might be taller, I don't know, they were sitting down. She wasn't Shannon; she's not even from the same area as Shannon.
Cape Breton fiddling was brought over from Scotland, and then this band Alba's Edge mixed it with Latin jazz. They just released their first album. I didn't have enough money to buy it but check it out if you can.
There was a woman in the audience wearing a t-shirt with some kind of cyclops cat.
Definitely hit with some ending fatigue there. And more likely "I had a canker sore fatigue." And just fatigue.
Aaron Neville is soul. The song that stood out was Fever, which Edna Krabappel performed covered in balloons, which she popped, and Drift Away, which was made famous by Dobie Gray, who is not one of the Doobie Brothers and not to be confused with the Doobie Brothers, and the Doobie Brothers are not to be confused with people who share the same parents, and desecrated by Uncle Kracker.
On the way home, I met an artist who told me my portrait of her was beautiful and I had a good eye and I was really good with colors. She really loves the line work on the forest scene I did with Emma, the one where even I can barely tell where my art ends and her art begins. I showed her my one attempt at making something in Gimp and told her that it was actually pretty tedious and I like to work on art as a whole and not hammering out one tiny part at a time, and she said she doesn't like making digital art either. She hates working with oil paints because they take too long to dry. I didn't get to see her art but boribory ny tany.
There's an interview with Gabriela Lena Frank in the booklet but I'm kinda exhausted from two days of reveling and I have light years to go before I sleep, and I'll summarize it later.
burning question: who's worse: Christina Hoff Sommers or Michelle Malkin?
