the thoughts of the rain
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yamamanamaThe City Is Burning by Linda J. Chase is a jazz oratorio, which featured piano, recitations and sung interpretations of psalms and texts by Thích Nhất Hạnh, Dinos Christianopoulos, Mary Oliver, and Linda Hogan, Rūmī recited in what I believe was Korean, Turkish, and Mandarin Chinese as well as English, a trio of a violin held and played oddly and a flute and a vocalist, violin interludes, a Korean zither called a gayageum and audio recordings of the ocean and a poem about sea turtles, two guitars, soprano saxophone and bass clarinet, and midway through overpowering visuals and voices in English and Chinese and Korean and a woman being covered in purple paint.
The soundscape of the 21st century is dominated by fragmentation, noise, and interruptions, she says.
Joanna Macy says that if are afraid to feel the grief, rage, and fear about our world we become stuck, but can begin with gratefulness and move towards an active hope.
Ashley would have loved this. If we were still friends, I mean.
One of the singers had teal hair and one of the audience members had green streaks in his hair.
Several people were dressed in costume. A woman wore pointy ears and a witch's hat with sigils on the brim which reminded me of Professor Provoline's Picto-Puzzle and roses and feathers atop, and had jewelry hidden under her shawl and sleeves. I tried to draw her but she had to get off.
A woman was dressed as a unicorn. She didn't get on the train car I was on, though.
A woman wore a pendant with a knotted design and a pendant with a blue stone, and a rainbow belt.
I met a violinist named Caroline and someone else also named Caroline.
Alex was reading Leviathan Wakes and I kept thinking of James Comey. I'm not sure what her earrings actually depicted but I made them look like Hashmal's sigil in my drawing. Her friend was talking about the time he saw a rat bigger than his chihuahua. One of those Philippines rats. He showed me his drawings from anatomy, in which he has to learn the 206 bones and the 400 (there are actually 700 named muscles but few people care about some of them) muscles. I don't know anything about muscles but I do believe it might help if you learned Latin. In one class, he had to program a piano but the computer didn't have enough memory, probably because it had an infinite range of frequencies.
I finally ate at Moby Dick House of Kabobs. First I found out that there's a Persian chain called Moby Dick's in Maryland and then I found out that there's a famous restaurant in Tehran called Moby Dick. I had a lamb and potato stew over rice.
There's a powdered spice that comes in those containers other places use for their crushed red pepper that was sweet and citrusy but I can't for the life of me remember. I know that it wasn't sumac, though. While I was there, the speakers played Adagio For Strings by Samuel Barber.
There's a recipe for Āsh-e-reshteh from the Boston Globe at the entrance and it sounds really amazing. I also need to try Āsh-e anār, which is a pomegranate soup with mint leaves and split peas and maybe possibly meatballs. I don't know; they look like meatballs in the picture on Wikipedia but then they call it a vegetarian dish of Iran. Albaloo polo sounds really delicious too.
Āsh pretty much means soup. Specifically, it's a thick soup. It's also pronounced like Othello, Boston, or dog in a Boston accent, not like the powdery remnants of something burnt.
I meant to ask this weeks ago.
burning question: how do you think Scarpia would be viewed in Silicon Valley, Imperial Japan, or the conservative blogosphere?
The soundscape of the 21st century is dominated by fragmentation, noise, and interruptions, she says.
Joanna Macy says that if are afraid to feel the grief, rage, and fear about our world we become stuck, but can begin with gratefulness and move towards an active hope.
Ashley would have loved this. If we were still friends, I mean.
One of the singers had teal hair and one of the audience members had green streaks in his hair.
Several people were dressed in costume. A woman wore pointy ears and a witch's hat with sigils on the brim which reminded me of Professor Provoline's Picto-Puzzle and roses and feathers atop, and had jewelry hidden under her shawl and sleeves. I tried to draw her but she had to get off.
A woman was dressed as a unicorn. She didn't get on the train car I was on, though.
A woman wore a pendant with a knotted design and a pendant with a blue stone, and a rainbow belt.
I met a violinist named Caroline and someone else also named Caroline.
Alex was reading Leviathan Wakes and I kept thinking of James Comey. I'm not sure what her earrings actually depicted but I made them look like Hashmal's sigil in my drawing. Her friend was talking about the time he saw a rat bigger than his chihuahua. One of those Philippines rats. He showed me his drawings from anatomy, in which he has to learn the 206 bones and the 400 (there are actually 700 named muscles but few people care about some of them) muscles. I don't know anything about muscles but I do believe it might help if you learned Latin. In one class, he had to program a piano but the computer didn't have enough memory, probably because it had an infinite range of frequencies.
I finally ate at Moby Dick House of Kabobs. First I found out that there's a Persian chain called Moby Dick's in Maryland and then I found out that there's a famous restaurant in Tehran called Moby Dick. I had a lamb and potato stew over rice.
There's a powdered spice that comes in those containers other places use for their crushed red pepper that was sweet and citrusy but I can't for the life of me remember. I know that it wasn't sumac, though. While I was there, the speakers played Adagio For Strings by Samuel Barber.
There's a recipe for Āsh-e-reshteh from the Boston Globe at the entrance and it sounds really amazing. I also need to try Āsh-e anār, which is a pomegranate soup with mint leaves and split peas and maybe possibly meatballs. I don't know; they look like meatballs in the picture on Wikipedia but then they call it a vegetarian dish of Iran. Albaloo polo sounds really delicious too.
Āsh pretty much means soup. Specifically, it's a thick soup. It's also pronounced like Othello, Boston, or dog in a Boston accent, not like the powdery remnants of something burnt.
I meant to ask this weeks ago.
burning question: how do you think Scarpia would be viewed in Silicon Valley, Imperial Japan, or the conservative blogosphere?
