memories live longer than dreams
Nov. 24th, 2019 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaTo make up for last week, I didn’t have to pay to get on at Braintree or at Government Center. I did have to pay on the way back but only once.
A woman I drew whose name I overheard but forgot and didn’t think to ask but I remember that it started with a J sound studies sociology. Marina isn’t an artist either. There were two people speaking German. Sophia says hers is the better way of spelling it but maybe Theodora would disagree with that. She studies political science but is taking an art history course. She has an eye pendant and a ring with a black gem and a black jacket and a shirt with streaks of color. Gummy studies art history and had what Sophia called wind burn on her shins, and had a fuzzy black shirt and big silver earrings and red pants and a long coat. I caught glimpses of Gummy's sketchbook, mostly with writing in it, but had to get off before I could see any more of it. They were both heading to the MFA to draw things.
My pen died while I was drawing Olivia. I’m not sure why but the clicky mechanism was also fucked. I got on the bus and then on the train and read The Golem and the Jinni.
I got a wrap from that same place, this time with arugula and mixed greens, brown rice and wild rice, chopped red onions, (broccoli), cucumbers, citrus shrimp, chili flakes, baharat.
The woman at the table had streaks of bathypelagic blue against abyssopelagic black hair.
Dominick Argento’s Postcard From Morocco is based on A Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Lewis Stevenson. It isn’t based on any one work and we know this because a) it’s set in 1914, although we’d only know that by reading the Wikipedia entry and there’s really nothing stopping people from writing stories set in the future, and b) one of the characters mentions that the hats she makes are worn in movies.
A lady in a pink dress and hat sings about a hand mirror and how amazingly useful and fun it is.
A woman sings in a made up language.
A man sings about his luggage box and where it’s been, but he never shows what is inside. I thought the sticker on his luggage would be from Morocco, but no. Why it's called Postcard From Morocco I can not say.
The corner player sings about how he plays the cornet at various festivities and how his father was a professional but he’s just learning to play, and the shoe salesman and Mr. Owen both mime cornet players marching and make fake cornet noises. There is no cornet in the orchestra. There are seven musicians and all of them wore maroon fezzes, black vests with gold trim, and white button-down shirts. The percussion player doubles on slide whistle and just plain whistle.
A woman sings about how she keeps her lover inside of a cake box that is too small to hold a person.
There is an instrumental parody of Wagner.
Mr. Owen, the only named character, sings about a magical ship, made of glass and ice. he imagined as a kid.
The puppetmaker, played by the cornet player with a cape like Count Dracula, sings about his inspirations for his puppets, the people around him. It's implied in some sources that he's controlling them.
The passengers ask Mr. Owen to paint them but he says he can’t and they scramble at him and his box falls open, revealing that it is empty. A train whistle calls everyone and Mr. Owen is left alone singing about the ship, anchoring in a flower's bell, the birds guiding him home, and sailing away into the darkness on a luggage cart with a sail.
The booklet compares it to looking through a box of old photographs that are out of order. There is no sense of time or place or the relationships between the people. The websites called it a charming and surreal meditation on how we long to hide and long to be seen at the same time.
burning question: Who would win in a race between The Proclaimers and Vanessa Carlton?
A woman I drew whose name I overheard but forgot and didn’t think to ask but I remember that it started with a J sound studies sociology. Marina isn’t an artist either. There were two people speaking German. Sophia says hers is the better way of spelling it but maybe Theodora would disagree with that. She studies political science but is taking an art history course. She has an eye pendant and a ring with a black gem and a black jacket and a shirt with streaks of color. Gummy studies art history and had what Sophia called wind burn on her shins, and had a fuzzy black shirt and big silver earrings and red pants and a long coat. I caught glimpses of Gummy's sketchbook, mostly with writing in it, but had to get off before I could see any more of it. They were both heading to the MFA to draw things.
My pen died while I was drawing Olivia. I’m not sure why but the clicky mechanism was also fucked. I got on the bus and then on the train and read The Golem and the Jinni.
I got a wrap from that same place, this time with arugula and mixed greens, brown rice and wild rice, chopped red onions, (broccoli), cucumbers, citrus shrimp, chili flakes, baharat.
The woman at the table had streaks of bathypelagic blue against abyssopelagic black hair.
Dominick Argento’s Postcard From Morocco is based on A Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Lewis Stevenson. It isn’t based on any one work and we know this because a) it’s set in 1914, although we’d only know that by reading the Wikipedia entry and there’s really nothing stopping people from writing stories set in the future, and b) one of the characters mentions that the hats she makes are worn in movies.
A lady in a pink dress and hat sings about a hand mirror and how amazingly useful and fun it is.
A woman sings in a made up language.
A man sings about his luggage box and where it’s been, but he never shows what is inside. I thought the sticker on his luggage would be from Morocco, but no. Why it's called Postcard From Morocco I can not say.
The corner player sings about how he plays the cornet at various festivities and how his father was a professional but he’s just learning to play, and the shoe salesman and Mr. Owen both mime cornet players marching and make fake cornet noises. There is no cornet in the orchestra. There are seven musicians and all of them wore maroon fezzes, black vests with gold trim, and white button-down shirts. The percussion player doubles on slide whistle and just plain whistle.
A woman sings about how she keeps her lover inside of a cake box that is too small to hold a person.
There is an instrumental parody of Wagner.
Mr. Owen, the only named character, sings about a magical ship, made of glass and ice. he imagined as a kid.
The puppetmaker, played by the cornet player with a cape like Count Dracula, sings about his inspirations for his puppets, the people around him. It's implied in some sources that he's controlling them.
The passengers ask Mr. Owen to paint them but he says he can’t and they scramble at him and his box falls open, revealing that it is empty. A train whistle calls everyone and Mr. Owen is left alone singing about the ship, anchoring in a flower's bell, the birds guiding him home, and sailing away into the darkness on a luggage cart with a sail.
The booklet compares it to looking through a box of old photographs that are out of order. There is no sense of time or place or the relationships between the people. The websites called it a charming and surreal meditation on how we long to hide and long to be seen at the same time.
burning question: Who would win in a race between The Proclaimers and Vanessa Carlton?
