this was typed last night, but not posted? mystery. )

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My album of franco-flemish music arrived (finally) :DD
and also, this music-quest would not have wobbled off the starting block if [livejournal.com profile] idoru hadn't helped with the giving-me-a-means-of-finding-it phase of the operation, so four cheers for her, or four-and-a-half, probably, if you're not watching the conductor.

Also, a camus-book. mmm.
hey, that was a day. i've heard about those.

..

just kidding
Well
I'd been looking forward to that- the FCAHS winter choral concert-

there were awkward bits,
(as Awkward sticks to me like rice to a draggy lobster,)
but i knew people, and people knew me, and they were nice about it.

and there was some Palestrina :D
imitative polyphony pretty much for the win.
no wonder there are so many italians.
ambiguity should be fun

ah, and an addition (from a later section): follow the yellow-brick road )
[Poll #604011]







i like [III] chords.
[illustration.] except, well, only the down-beat of the second bar is really relevant. i kinda went on vacation after that.

c.c .. yeah
this is full of seriousness

Which is the most-likely-used term in this situation?

[Poll #599474]

the careful reader will note the ethnocentric bias of the situation
with its doubleƫmphasis on ownership,
including both a non-communal 'house' and presumably
a private motor-vehicle parked outside

not that it has much to do with anything
but




edit: word-spoilers!

"ransack" comes from middle english "ransaken", from old norse-icelandic "rannsaka".

"rann" means house. "-saka," a cognate with modern english "seek," means "to seek or to search for something."

But of course, when the iberian rainbow ninjas when the vikings came a-prancing 'round the countrytop with their bootstraps and their lootsacks and their bikeracks, the locals maliciously interpreted these wide-eyed, innocent "house-seekings" as acts of war, and so said some very unnice and hurtful things to those wily, whisker-chinned norsemen. The norsemen, only wanting to run about and rub the britons on their fluffy heads, and not knowing their own strength, accidentally killed many, many of these meanspirited island-folk who squirmed and nibbled like scalded rabbits when pet by those ruddy, sea-seasoned hands. And that's the story of how you were born. Go to sleep now, dear.
In Jellystone did Yogi Bear
A stately picnic-spread espy:
Where Smith, the wary Ranger sat
With rifle and his cowboy hat
    And sweets in great supply.


I guess today wasn't so bad.
yrr.

The only headphone-type things which I currently own-
a rather shoddy pair of earbud-type-things-
have developed a rattle-noise.
this is unfortunate.

i mean, when i break out a quatrain,
you know it's bad.

serenity. or to steal from WCWilliams, striving // to re-establish // the image of // the rose

insert adjective here.

(.. not sure about the first one, but the second one was definitely recorded with my equalizer turned on. I'm getting sloppy and forgetting to turn it off.)

arr.
[quite] many don't listen to [any of] this stuff.
and i'm not sure why.

the rap-ogres ride from the north,
and no system staves them off--
those puns were bad.
someday,
when once the sun
sinks

in the west,
i shall construct the Library
of Loud, Loud Noises

...

Meet me there.

//



and since I probably should have given elucidation when t'was due,
I'll toss an anchor out to this.
man. the laundry room is brutal today.

[there are] students camped out in savage settlements, clawing [other people's] loads of laundry from the machines as soon as the cycles finish... tossing clumps of clothing haphazardly into corners, herds of forgotten socks rotting on the floor like dead, vacuumed rats...

complete bellum omnium contra omnes. hobbes must be killing kittens in his casket right now. well, not that i blame him. i guess there wouldn't be much else to do, anyway.

I'm lucky enough to have two loads in dryers and one wet load collecting grime on a dusty shelf.

I inadvertantly learned a trick, though--

if you double-pay at the dryer, you can make it double the time.

This effectively reserves the dryer for two of your loads, since no one will be crazy enough to {stop a dryer mid-cycle, dispose of the clothing within, and then use the remainder of someone else's paid time for their own load}. So you're free to mosey on down once half your dryer-time is up, take out your first load, replace it with a second, and re-start the cycle. No real chance of machine-takeover. I approve.
yesterday-
with a ghosty-blanked chalkboard mind-

i walked with the lake,
and the flowers and the trees,
and the clouds I closed my eyes.

a plant jokingly held my hand.
he was a spiny, furrowed fellow.
i patted him gently and bid him well.

on the bridge was
well,
me.


I perched-- I watched a channel do its chores.
the water burbled cool and clean as soap,
washing its sands and scrubbing all the fishes.

the sun, I saw, was sleepy.
it blinked a cloudy lash a time or two,
and, gently closing, powdered me with dusk.

the sky drew up and sneezed.
a laughing couple ambled by, hands entwined, seeking shelter from the storm--
god bless you.

And I followed those two steps-
not too close, but also wet-
and waved the choppy lake a quick farewell.
The blanket was cold, but the wind was warm. Silence stretched like a lazy hammock through the spicy air between the maples.

"so. who needs homework?"

"not I," said the half-checkerboarded circus. "In our land, such a thing has never been."

They sat awhile, listening as the blushing leaves giggled, and realized this was indeed the truth of the matter.

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