Quote of the Evening:
"It was lovely stalking you this evening." -- Justin
Thoughts, politics, soapbox rampages, amusing quotes, and excellent names for rock bands.
Lesson of the Day:
Disturbing Acts of Journalism:
Counter-tenors should wear labels.
Wicked is incredible. Some of the music is kinda generically Schwartz-y, and the book is pun-a-minute, but it was fun, and Idina Menzel sings like none other. If you happen to be in New York anytime in the near future, you really ought to see it.
Bob Zangas, a US soldier and blogger was killed in Iraq this week. Alaa, an Iraqi blogger writes:
A few quick things before a) my lifegroup arrives and b) I dash off to a run-thru for the Arthur Miller Thing.
It's very difficult for me to express exactly how I feel right now, as Sweeny Veronica, the Demon Poet of Comp Class has just emailed me back, responding in the most childish way imaginable. Perhaps when my hands stop shaking and my head stops throbbing and I'm not about to cry, I'll blog more about it. If you'd like to see what I wish to blog right now, hold down shift and run your fingers back and forth across the row of numbers.
Holly: "Do you want a McDonald's Cheeseburger?"
I've read quite a bit of discussion about, if perpetrated by Al Qaeda, whether or not the 3/11 Madrid attacks are in retaliation for Spanish participation in Iraqi Freedom. This is possible. It's also possible that Al Qaeda resents the Spanish infidels for driving out the Moors a good 600 years ago, and then going to building a sucessful society without them. The Al Qaeda terrorists want to return the world to its "glory days" of the Caliphate and of all the western societies in existance today, the one that did the most to squash those dreams, long before there was a US to hate, was Spain.
Eat meat on Monday! Monday is International Eat An Animal for PETA Day, just to make 'em mad!
This is interesting, ironic, and sad.
Alright, desperate times call for desperate measures. I've written a dummy lyric for a song that I have already written and at 9:45 tomorrow morning, I'm going to email the lyric to the poet and tell her to write something that matches the rhythms and rhymes exactly. The fun of the dummy lyric is that it doesn't in any way have to make sense. Mine is:
Also speaking of lyrics, 28 hours and counting after our last conversation, Veronica still hasn't gotten me lyrics. I am not okay with that.
Speaking of lyrics, I absolutely love the lyrics of the Spanish-language version of the song "Go the Distance" from Disney's Hercules. Don't really care for it in English. Now, you'd think that the Spanish version, once translated to English, would be roughly equivelent, and thankfully, you'd be wrong. Disney's English version goes:
Umm....yeah... Feel free to leave captions in the comments...
Another reason I'm having a crappy day is because my 'poet' for my words and music 'collaboration' was 'busy' this week and thus hasn't been able to write the words for a chorus for our song and revise the rest so I can't write the freaking song and it was supposed to be performed a week from today and now it's gonna be two weeks from today, but I'm going to be in New York for a good chunk of that week and not going to have time work on it then and she yelled at me today because I had the audacity to not respond to her over spring break when I had clearly told her I would be out of town and I did get back to her within two hours of landing and this is making me nuts.
I'm not having a good day. This fellowship I'm applying for wants my parental financial information, and unlike FAFSA and large chunks of the rest of the world, doesn't even consider you to be independent for grad school. My options for being independent at this point are to either turn 24, have a child, or get married before March 15th. I think I'm gonna go for option 3. Any takers?
I talked to Bill Bolcom today about the Arthur Miller gig in hopes that he could point me in the right direction. He's one of the top 5 living American composers, and a friend of Miller, so he seemed like a good start. His opinion was that the autobiographical sections are very deliberately guarded, with so little of Miller himself actually exposed, and basically it would be both ineffective and impossible to try and evoke the man or his emotions. He suggested minimalist detachment. I can do minimalist detachment.
I am disturbed by the marginal but determined presence of sediment in my drinking fountain water. I have spent time in both the Third World and pre-renovation Central High School, and therefore, I am not deterred. Nonetheless, I am disturbed.
This Arthur Miller gig is proving almost impossible. I've been asked to write music for the transitions, which are chunks from Miller's autobiography, which reads like a narration reel for a film in freshman American history. At this point, it's becoming more of a 'find and arrange' project than a composition project, because basically what they need is a bunch of semi-period music which I see no reason to reinvent the wheel over. If I felt there was anything at all creative I could add by writing new old music, I'd go for it, but there's nothing for me. Besides the period stuff, there's no room for music, nothing really in the script to go on. For example, I have to underscore a bit where he's talking about being Jewish. What do I underscore that with, Havah Nagila? Or do I go for the neutral Lifetime schmaltzy background music and die the dreaded death-by-Muzak? Sigh...
For those of you who were at lunch today and part of the holding Kyle down and shaving him discussion, I present this article.
Tonight, Holly threw out a block of cheese. This became necessary because it's mold colony had moved past the 'biology project' stage and on to 'sociology project,' having developed an awareness that there might be life outside the fridge, and paying homage to a fungal deity.
I enjoy corrupting people. April now has a blog.
The Surrealist Compliment Generator
This is a terrific Woody Allen piece (did I just write that?) explicating the poetry of O'Shawn, so to speak.
My duckcam, unlike Susan's contribution to the genre, actually has ducks. It even refreshes about every 5 seconds. Good times!
I agree with this Village Voice article on civil unions.
One more and I'll stop, I promise...
This week Agnes has discovered ping-pong. Definately worth the time and brain cells.
If you'd like to see (not my) pictures from Spring Break, go here. It's a directory, but it's perfectly functional. Enjoy.
This is a scholarly and intriguing, if not slightly disturbing, underwear-centric account of American history.
This Ann Coulter column on the NYTimes on the Passion is a good read. That said, it's borderline offensive in a few places. Nonetheless, she's got a point. It's just a little hard to see behind the snarkiness.
This is a sad (and infuriating) article about the funding cuts driving gifted programs to near extinction. You may need to register to read it, but it's free, and it's the Times -- there's no good reason not to register. The article is about Mountain Grove, MO, which is in the same general neck of the woods as Springfield, so Mom and her Pagelets asked me to write a response (which I sent to the Mountain Grove News-Journal. An abridged version went to the NYT.) Here's my response: