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It's raining today, but that's good: If it's raining, it isn't snowing -- right? Clear sign that spring is on its way. The first crocuses are up in my yard.
I’ve been listening to a lot of Brahms lately. Specifically the 4th Symphony and the very fine violin concerto that I can never remember whether it’s in D major or D minor and has an improvised riff at the end that every violinist plays differently, kind of an early forerunner of jazz.
Last night I played Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsody for the first time in maybe 15 years. The last time I played it Robin was maybe 18 months old and as the music started he bolted up, he grabbed White Bear – a stuffer that was actually bigger than he was at the time – and began dancing, these stunning Nijinski-like arabesques and jetés, perfectly executed. It was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen in my life, that toddler dance recital.
And goddam, if he didn’t start doing that again last night. Although his technique is not nearly so good anymore.
Paging Bridey Murphy.
“Wait!” I said. “Does this music mean something to you?”
He nodded slowly.
“Where do you feel it?”
“In my heart.”
Is Robin really the reincarnation of Franz Liszt?
I keep musing about those Japanese workers at the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant, the ones who are interviewed and say, “"I feel very strongly that there is nobody but us to do this job, and we cannot go home until we finish the work.”
It’s just so odd to me.
I mean here they are applying the samurai code to life at TEPCO. Until the earthquake –a once in every ten centuries occurrence that nobody could have predicted, all protestations to the contrary – TEPCO was this profit-mongering corporate monster, draining the life’s blood out of the Japanese people. I mean, how could anyone have loyalty to TEPCO?
The Japanese really are very different from me.
The photo is me at 60. I definitely look horrible and need to clean up those eyebrows. And start wearing foundation. Or something.
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Date: 2011-04-04 09:10 pm (UTC)Your dancing-son-music story reminds me of a Thoreau quote: When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.
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Date: 2011-04-05 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-05 01:11 am (UTC)Me: So I don't drink.
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Date: 2011-04-05 12:46 pm (UTC)Take thyself to Estee Lauder and ask to try Double Wear Light... prolly 2 or 3, tell them also to show you Brows (assuming HER brows looks great, if she's a mess, move on). Don't buy anything. Report back. I'll send you what you need.
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Date: 2011-04-05 12:44 pm (UTC)Sorry :)
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