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Thursday, May 27, 2010

Dimensional Dysfunction!

I was wearing my costume for the upcoming movie, and I went to the Earth dimension to feed my physical vehicle. When I returned to Second Life, this image had been given to me by Salazar!

We appear to be focusing on his camera.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Dressed FTW (For The Weather)

I just took The Bear out for a walk around a couple of blocks, aiming for shady bits. He is lying on the dining room floor behind me in this hand-shaken pic.

Hot with a Chance of Tomatoes


Osprey posted her weather, which is amazingly different from mine, so I am putting mine up too. The tomato mandala is just for fun.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Could't Handel Xerxes, So To Speak

My daughter Laura and I attended the Houston Grand Opera production of Handel's Xerxes last night. The performers and production were nearly flawless, but Handel's music was singularly dead, emotionally. For an opera sung in Italian, with a passionate libretto, the music was too light and lively for my taste. Yes, this opera was written as a sort of tragicomedy, but after a certain point all the music sounded the same. There was very little variation in the score, and it became tedious for me.

As I said, the production was beautifully performed, and I think the fault lay in Handel, who was not capable of giving the music enough humor to carry the underlying idea. All the arias had very slight meaning, with musical ornamentation carried to extremes. I am sure the performers found the music very challenging, but the voices were made to sound like harpsichords, and the extreme vocal acrobatics did not carry emotion. The singers did their best to convey emotion in their gestures and facial expressions, I must say in their favor.

The sets were beautiful, the costumes gorgeous, the singing incredible in its virtuosity. The lead roles were originally written for castrati; the modern leads were a mezzo and a countertenor.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Heh Catz ... Who Knew? by klaatu42

Steve Would Have Been 45 Today

I still miss my son Steve; I know he suffered a lot before he died and that dying was better than staying on in terrible pain; that does not make it easy, but I accept it. 45 years ago Mother's Day fell on May 9th, as it did this year, and Steve was born at 2:29 AM the 10th. They brought him to me saying he had ten toes and ten fingers. I was too young to realize it could have been any other way.

He was a character and did the best he could, as we all do.

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Cleo from 5 to 7

The main character in this film by Agnes Varda, Cleo, is waiting for her cancer test results, and like all of us would be, she is terrified and cannot think of much else for the time being.

We see her in various settings, all around Paris, including Parc Montsouris, shown here. The film lets us see her vanity and others' view of her; she is not very real to those around her, who do not care about her illness, but about her looks and what she can offer them.

Friday, May 07, 2010

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Google Chrome Speed ....


This is just so much fun. Disclaimer: I use Google Chrome as my browser.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Chacun a son Gout!


Terrible video quality, great message:

LYRICS:
We heard the fireworks.
Rushed out to watch the sky.
Happy go lucky. Fourth of July.

How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river when the flood water pours from the mouth
How can you be a Christian?
How can you be a Jew?
How can you be a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Hindu?
How can you?

Weak as the winter sun, we enter life on earth.
Names and religion come just after date of birth.
Then everybody gets a tongue to speak, and everyone hears an inner voice.
A day at the end of the week to wonder and rejoice.
If the answer is infinite light, why do we sleep in the dark?

How can you live in the Northeast?
How can live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river when the flood water pours from the mouth
How can you tattoo your body?
Why do you cover your head?
How can you eat from a rice bowl, the holy man only breaks bread?

We watched the fireworks, 'til they were fireflies.
Followed a path of stars, over the endless skies.

How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river when the flood water pours from the mouth?

I've been given all I wanted.
Only three generations off the boat.
I have harvested and I've planted
I am wearing my father's old coat.