Archive for April, 2005
If I weren’t singing at church tonight, I’d be going to see MOOG, a film by Hans Fjellestad, at the Other Cinema.
Tri-bicycle
Ah, the endless invention of the human mind – this idea fascinates me: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7683127/ The idea here is that a tricycle transforms into a bicycle as the rider accelerates and then goes back to three wheels as the rider decelerates. ( oh, how i suffer (song lyrics behind the cut) )
why the gods above me, who must be in the know, think so little of me, they allowed you to go. – cole porter, “every time we say goodbye”
So, Plumpy gave me a spare 1/8″ to dual RCA jacks patch cable, and I hooked it up to the stereo system in the front room, so I could hook my iPod up to it. Today was my first client with the iPod playing into the stereo, and wow, what a tremendous difference for the ...Read more.
happy birthday, albadger!! I love you, Albadger!
From the Pen of
1) Do you have a favorite poet? I have loved Maya Angelou for many years – she writes so well of personal empowerment and sexuality. 2) Where do you see your singing taking you? Well, I have always dreamed of having an accompanist or a trio and putting together a jazz cabaret set. But to ...Read more.
So Small
When the Bishop says to the chanter, “you are in control of how long the services are,” you know that he’s really asking you to speed it up! Well, that’s really hard. I get so caught up in the music that I lose all sense of time. Alas, what was supposed to be a 90-120 ...Read more.
Another Round of Questions, Questions
This time the questions come from anziulewicz: ( )
Three down, five to go
Last night’s service was long and long and long. We started at 19:30 and didn’t finish until 21:30, and of that time, all but about 20 minutes of it is me singing or reading. This isn’t to say that the priests don’t do anything, but they are often doing things simultaneously to my singing, or ...Read more.
Happy Birthday, digibob!!
Happy Birthday, rampagebear!!
Turning Pain into Beauty
Today, albadger comforted me by taking me on a little retail therapy – a trip to Costco. While I didn’t buy anything, having a friend who cares about my hurting helped a lot. On our way over to Jack in the Box for my other guilty pleasure for myself, I made a very quick phone ...Read more.
