a lingering incandescence
Aug. 24th, 2016 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaSometimes it feels like summer's winding down, what with the birds we've been seeing at the wildlife center and the many farewells, but it's still consistently in the high 80s.
There was a woman with forest green hair coiled in front and tattoos of an octopus on her neck and of a bird and of a beholder from what she believes is the third edition monster manual on her arm.
She's impressed that I knew what it is. Most people get as far as noticing that it's some kind of monster. Her boyfriend has a bunch of D&D monster tattoos. I'm hoping that means "rust monster" and "owlbear" and other beasties from the cheapo bag of dinosaurs.
There was a store with lots of hats and a woman with very short very purple hair that used to be a candy store. A woman had dark blue hair and herb tattoos.
The woman with green hair at the Charles River Bistro was named Val (short for Valerie, probably) by her parents and her stage name is Luna. She plays a whole bunch of instruments, she says.
Overheard: a Canada goose stole someone's water bottle.
We've beaten back the Goose Army for now, but I guess they had the last laugh, or honk, or whatever.
The theme is discovery. There aren't any program notes. They played the New World Symphony partly because of the theme of discovery and partially because they aren't really a professional orchestra and they don't have a large repertoire. The Magic Flute Overture relates to discovery in a very oblique way, as does the Thunder and Lightning Polka by Strauss. The Wizard of Menlo Park, written to commemorate Thomas Edison's 150th birthday evoked Copland. It was written by Kevin Kaska, who arranged Ravel's Bolero for an eclectic set of instruments, the specifics of which I can find nowhere. There's the contemporary classical we know and love. The narrator had a great voice, but it's still a pity they couldn't get Mark Proksch.
I met a woman who said something about pickup lines; some people from Turkey, one of whom spent a year in Cyprus; Maeve, who comes from a family of artists (and her mother made the bag she was using); Maeve's friend Maria who has a tattoo of the word Aoteroa on her wrist and agrees with me that Maori is a lovely-sounding language; a woman who was not named Lauren who told me she was getting off at the next stop, which we were really close to. After they left, I was alone in the train and the train car I could see into was totally empty.
Burning Question: Okay, tell me the truth. Am I stuck in a laser-dog bark-fart rut?
There was a woman with forest green hair coiled in front and tattoos of an octopus on her neck and of a bird and of a beholder from what she believes is the third edition monster manual on her arm.
She's impressed that I knew what it is. Most people get as far as noticing that it's some kind of monster. Her boyfriend has a bunch of D&D monster tattoos. I'm hoping that means "rust monster" and "owlbear" and other beasties from the cheapo bag of dinosaurs.
There was a store with lots of hats and a woman with very short very purple hair that used to be a candy store. A woman had dark blue hair and herb tattoos.
The woman with green hair at the Charles River Bistro was named Val (short for Valerie, probably) by her parents and her stage name is Luna. She plays a whole bunch of instruments, she says.
Overheard: a Canada goose stole someone's water bottle.
We've beaten back the Goose Army for now, but I guess they had the last laugh, or honk, or whatever.
The theme is discovery. There aren't any program notes. They played the New World Symphony partly because of the theme of discovery and partially because they aren't really a professional orchestra and they don't have a large repertoire. The Magic Flute Overture relates to discovery in a very oblique way, as does the Thunder and Lightning Polka by Strauss. The Wizard of Menlo Park, written to commemorate Thomas Edison's 150th birthday evoked Copland. It was written by Kevin Kaska, who arranged Ravel's Bolero for an eclectic set of instruments, the specifics of which I can find nowhere. There's the contemporary classical we know and love. The narrator had a great voice, but it's still a pity they couldn't get Mark Proksch.
I met a woman who said something about pickup lines; some people from Turkey, one of whom spent a year in Cyprus; Maeve, who comes from a family of artists (and her mother made the bag she was using); Maeve's friend Maria who has a tattoo of the word Aoteroa on her wrist and agrees with me that Maori is a lovely-sounding language; a woman who was not named Lauren who told me she was getting off at the next stop, which we were really close to. After they left, I was alone in the train and the train car I could see into was totally empty.
Burning Question: Okay, tell me the truth. Am I stuck in a laser-dog bark-fart rut?
