days of atonement
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yamamanama8 days until the vernal equinox
I've been having strange good serendipity. I didn't find Ashera and their jangly pop gem and languid mid-tempo ballad but I found Chelsea on Fire's airy elegant acoustic finale as well as both Betwixt albums. The weather still sucks moogle antenna, so maybe it's balanced out. All I know is that if it's anything like this next weekend, I am going to throw Punxsutawney Phil in the goddamn furnace.
Kim is not an artist but she does appreciate art. Lily is an artist who does more abstract things. She was engaged in a conversation with Khaali about the genocide of Native Americans. She had spiral earrings and a hexafoil pendant that she got from a jewelry store in Davis Square and a crystal pendant wrapped in copper wire and a black ribbon choker, a sky blue windbreaker and a green and white shirt and a black hoodie, glasses. There's a website that colors in greyscale or black and white images. Once I photograph it, I'm going to see how well it does. Lily's zodiac sign is Zeromus while Ashley's is Mateus and Gabriella's is Belias.
I saw a book called What Does The President Do and I want to buy that for Donald Trump because I'm pretty sure he doesn't know. I guess he plays golf and lets his administration do all the statecraft.
Ashley didn't show up. The lousy Smarch weather got worse and worse the farther south you go, and instead of snowing until early afternoon, it snowed until late at night so I can't hold it against her. Or maybe she lost the paper; that is just classic Ashley. I just hope that she didn't wait for me at the Coop or misremember anything else. I kind of left her on her own and for that I am sorry. The other problem is that Ashley barely knows her own schedule; there's no way she's going to look up mine and tell me she's going to bail. Maybe I can concentrate so hard that I can see the world through her anima. Nope, didn't work. Or maybe it did, I can't say.
I didn't expect Gabriella to have a problem and she didn't.
Someone at the bookstore had short hair and elephant motifs on her pants. I don't think she was Claire.
There's a chalkboard in the store with a list of books various staff members are reading. Also, Anno Dracula is a staff recommendation there. I'm reading it right now and I agree with their assessment.
I finally bought No Enemy But Time, I also got The Dervish House (I think one of the more unrealistic things is Turkey's accession to the European Union in 2022); Sewer, Gas, and Electric (which I've heard described as a satire of Randism); and Supertoys Last All Summer Long.
No Richard Grant to be found and while Lisa Goldstein's novels could be found there, none of them were A Mask For The General, which I want for myself, and none of them were The Dream Years, which I want for Ashley. I think she might be interested in Celestis, which is quite depressing and has themes of post-colonialism and cultural imperialism and gender identity or the lack thereof. It was published in June of 1995 and released in paperback in April of 1997.
I saw a card with "Time spent with cats is never wasted" on it and I had to point it out to Gabriella. Gabi's cats don't spend nearly as much time sleeping as Autty does, and they're most active at 4 in the morning. The cats know their feeding schedule and they will let her know if they haven't been fed yet.
When I drew my map, I didn't mark Spice (a Thai restaurant) on it, but I stumbled upon it when we went towards Harvard Station in search of food.
Kua Kling like a dry larb with all the potency and vinegar replaced by spiciness and chili paste, with minced chicken, lemongrass, red pepper, peppercorns, rhizome, galangal. It's from the south of Thailand, unlike larb. I'm pretty sure the music was Thai.
She wasn't able to go to the women's march because she was visiting her grandfather.
We went back to the bookstore in the hopes that Ashley might be waiting there and looked at art books (J.W.M. Turner, Jerusalem from 1000 to 1400) and books about music (Woody Guthrie; the 20th century which I wouldn't separate into 1901-1933, I'd break into down into 1901 to 1914 and the massive social upheaval brought about by the war, 1914 to 1933 and the dismantling of German culture by the Nazi party, 1933 to 1945, 1945 to about 1970 where postmodern takes over from modernism; how to listen to music when overwhelmed by just how much is out there)
She has a friend who is brought to tears whenever she sees Monet's water lilies.
She was looking at a book about bad essay answers.
When we left the bookstore again, the moon was visible.
What "a Lent meditation" means is stuff about having a purpose in life and about a woman whose son was in jail and so she was taking care of his children for her and about learning to play the piano.
The concert opened with Palestrina's Super flumina Babylonis, which is a motet. Eventually renaissance polyphony became so complex that someone decided "ah, fuck it" and so began the baroque era.
The requiem in this case was performed with organ, cello, and men & boys chorus. There's an orchestral arrangement and an arrangement for organ and small orchestra, and sometimes it's performed with men and boys and sometimes with the standard SATB chorus. I believe there are always soloists and I believe there's always a bass-baritone.
Jazz aficionados get overwhelmed with discographies, while classical aficionados get to deal with this. Sometimes the tempo is open to interpretations, or sometimes certain instruments come to the forefront, and there's a very different quality between a boy soprano and a woman soprano.
At least when you get Birth of the Cool, you get Birth of the Cool.
Duruflé's requiem is inspired by Faure's requiem, that is to say, it's very serene and omits the Dies Irae movement and replaces it with Pie Jesu. Being equally inspired by Gregorian chant, the time signature is constantly shifting.
I'm pretty sure if I said "holy shitsnacks" inside a church, I would be struck with extreme bad luck for the rest of my life or lousy Smarch weather until June.
It felt colder than just 30 degrees. I think that somewhere in the spacetime anomaly, March and February got mixed up, and yes, I know the seasons have been off for years.
The etch marks on the windows looked like luminous snowfall as we crossed the Longfellow Bridge.
Gabriella thinks her favorite play might be Othello. It was hard to carry on a conversation with either her or Courtney (who was really pleased to have a portrait) because the train was so noisy.
The day before, that is to say, March 9 which wasn't quite smarchlike, the speaker on the train she was on just emitted a screech. At least they actually do make announcements. Some nearby passengers were wondering how the fuck train traffic is a thing.
Even if Ashley wasn't around for the Requiem, I already told her about this. Spoiler alert: I don't have a Nazi Germany For Dummies guide or anything but I'm pretty sure what happened is the Nazi leadership and military saw the SA as a dangerous loose cannon so they had them purged eventually supplanted by the SS.
burning question: do the Mad Geniuses and other Milo-apologists not understand that the SA weren't exactly nice people? Or because apparently the Night of the Long Knives was a purge of the extremists by the moderates and people who actually thought because they had workers in their name, they were left-wing and not the other way around? Because that's pretty much what they're doing: attack anyone who doesn't pass the alt-right purity test. Unless they're mixing it up with Kristallnacht, in which case, dude, way to be insensitive, please fuck off. Or maybe they thought it was a Weimar purge of the Nazi party.
I've been having strange good serendipity. I didn't find Ashera and their jangly pop gem and languid mid-tempo ballad but I found Chelsea on Fire's airy elegant acoustic finale as well as both Betwixt albums. The weather still sucks moogle antenna, so maybe it's balanced out. All I know is that if it's anything like this next weekend, I am going to throw Punxsutawney Phil in the goddamn furnace.
Kim is not an artist but she does appreciate art. Lily is an artist who does more abstract things. She was engaged in a conversation with Khaali about the genocide of Native Americans. She had spiral earrings and a hexafoil pendant that she got from a jewelry store in Davis Square and a crystal pendant wrapped in copper wire and a black ribbon choker, a sky blue windbreaker and a green and white shirt and a black hoodie, glasses. There's a website that colors in greyscale or black and white images. Once I photograph it, I'm going to see how well it does. Lily's zodiac sign is Zeromus while Ashley's is Mateus and Gabriella's is Belias.
I saw a book called What Does The President Do and I want to buy that for Donald Trump because I'm pretty sure he doesn't know. I guess he plays golf and lets his administration do all the statecraft.
Ashley didn't show up. The lousy Smarch weather got worse and worse the farther south you go, and instead of snowing until early afternoon, it snowed until late at night so I can't hold it against her. Or maybe she lost the paper; that is just classic Ashley. I just hope that she didn't wait for me at the Coop or misremember anything else. I kind of left her on her own and for that I am sorry. The other problem is that Ashley barely knows her own schedule; there's no way she's going to look up mine and tell me she's going to bail. Maybe I can concentrate so hard that I can see the world through her anima. Nope, didn't work. Or maybe it did, I can't say.
I didn't expect Gabriella to have a problem and she didn't.
Someone at the bookstore had short hair and elephant motifs on her pants. I don't think she was Claire.
There's a chalkboard in the store with a list of books various staff members are reading. Also, Anno Dracula is a staff recommendation there. I'm reading it right now and I agree with their assessment.
I finally bought No Enemy But Time, I also got The Dervish House (I think one of the more unrealistic things is Turkey's accession to the European Union in 2022); Sewer, Gas, and Electric (which I've heard described as a satire of Randism); and Supertoys Last All Summer Long.
No Richard Grant to be found and while Lisa Goldstein's novels could be found there, none of them were A Mask For The General, which I want for myself, and none of them were The Dream Years, which I want for Ashley. I think she might be interested in Celestis, which is quite depressing and has themes of post-colonialism and cultural imperialism and gender identity or the lack thereof. It was published in June of 1995 and released in paperback in April of 1997.
I saw a card with "Time spent with cats is never wasted" on it and I had to point it out to Gabriella. Gabi's cats don't spend nearly as much time sleeping as Autty does, and they're most active at 4 in the morning. The cats know their feeding schedule and they will let her know if they haven't been fed yet.
When I drew my map, I didn't mark Spice (a Thai restaurant) on it, but I stumbled upon it when we went towards Harvard Station in search of food.
Kua Kling like a dry larb with all the potency and vinegar replaced by spiciness and chili paste, with minced chicken, lemongrass, red pepper, peppercorns, rhizome, galangal. It's from the south of Thailand, unlike larb. I'm pretty sure the music was Thai.
She wasn't able to go to the women's march because she was visiting her grandfather.
We went back to the bookstore in the hopes that Ashley might be waiting there and looked at art books (J.W.M. Turner, Jerusalem from 1000 to 1400) and books about music (Woody Guthrie; the 20th century which I wouldn't separate into 1901-1933, I'd break into down into 1901 to 1914 and the massive social upheaval brought about by the war, 1914 to 1933 and the dismantling of German culture by the Nazi party, 1933 to 1945, 1945 to about 1970 where postmodern takes over from modernism; how to listen to music when overwhelmed by just how much is out there)
She has a friend who is brought to tears whenever she sees Monet's water lilies.
She was looking at a book about bad essay answers.
When we left the bookstore again, the moon was visible.
What "a Lent meditation" means is stuff about having a purpose in life and about a woman whose son was in jail and so she was taking care of his children for her and about learning to play the piano.
The concert opened with Palestrina's Super flumina Babylonis, which is a motet. Eventually renaissance polyphony became so complex that someone decided "ah, fuck it" and so began the baroque era.
The requiem in this case was performed with organ, cello, and men & boys chorus. There's an orchestral arrangement and an arrangement for organ and small orchestra, and sometimes it's performed with men and boys and sometimes with the standard SATB chorus. I believe there are always soloists and I believe there's always a bass-baritone.
Jazz aficionados get overwhelmed with discographies, while classical aficionados get to deal with this. Sometimes the tempo is open to interpretations, or sometimes certain instruments come to the forefront, and there's a very different quality between a boy soprano and a woman soprano.
At least when you get Birth of the Cool, you get Birth of the Cool.
Duruflé's requiem is inspired by Faure's requiem, that is to say, it's very serene and omits the Dies Irae movement and replaces it with Pie Jesu. Being equally inspired by Gregorian chant, the time signature is constantly shifting.
I'm pretty sure if I said "holy shitsnacks" inside a church, I would be struck with extreme bad luck for the rest of my life or lousy Smarch weather until June.
It felt colder than just 30 degrees. I think that somewhere in the spacetime anomaly, March and February got mixed up, and yes, I know the seasons have been off for years.
The etch marks on the windows looked like luminous snowfall as we crossed the Longfellow Bridge.
Gabriella thinks her favorite play might be Othello. It was hard to carry on a conversation with either her or Courtney (who was really pleased to have a portrait) because the train was so noisy.
The day before, that is to say, March 9 which wasn't quite smarchlike, the speaker on the train she was on just emitted a screech. At least they actually do make announcements. Some nearby passengers were wondering how the fuck train traffic is a thing.
Even if Ashley wasn't around for the Requiem, I already told her about this. Spoiler alert: I don't have a Nazi Germany For Dummies guide or anything but I'm pretty sure what happened is the Nazi leadership and military saw the SA as a dangerous loose cannon so they had them purged eventually supplanted by the SS.
burning question: do the Mad Geniuses and other Milo-apologists not understand that the SA weren't exactly nice people? Or because apparently the Night of the Long Knives was a purge of the extremists by the moderates and people who actually thought because they had workers in their name, they were left-wing and not the other way around? Because that's pretty much what they're doing: attack anyone who doesn't pass the alt-right purity test. Unless they're mixing it up with Kristallnacht, in which case, dude, way to be insensitive, please fuck off. Or maybe they thought it was a Weimar purge of the Nazi party.
