When I started playing pennywhistle and recorder, and then later, when I started playing mountain dulcimer, I quickly realized that music stores were just badly-disguised bookstores. During the five or so years that a group of eight to twelve folks met once a month to sight-read Rensaissance consort music (mostly on recorders, but sometimes a ( Read more... )

Brief notesIf I'm ever to get out of here (work ) at a reasonable hour, I can't spend too long writing now. Sigh ( Read more... )

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Ooops. It's been a while since I've posted. I'm still here, and maybe even doing somewhat better, but I can't relax about it yet. It's too easy to backslide, as I've proven tonight. Instead of going to a music jam, here I am at the office, having spent 2.5 hours webwandering. Sigh. Not really what I wanted to do tonight -- I either wanted to go ( Read more... )

Just as a funny little indication that I on the right track, I had already decided to light candles when I checked my mail (snail) on Monday night. In my mailbox was a sweet and utterly unexpected holiday gift from src. We don't see each other very often at all ( living on opposite coasts makes it more challenging), and this is the kind of gesture ( Read more... )

I hadn't lit my chanukiah (menorah) this year, and wasn't sure I'd bother. Then, on my way home from work on Monday, I was listening to a PRI special on Chanukah that emphasized its celebration of the miraculous in the mundane world. Yes, the designated miracle is the one day's worth of oil that burned for eight days, but there have been others and ( Read more... )

Long time, no write (other than comments hither and yon as fancy struck). I suppose I've been torn between having something to say and not having the energy to say it. Or not wanting to articulate my life in hopes that maybe it would go away? Onward.

that ravel'd sleeve of care...After Ruddigore ended, I spent at least three weeks having real ( Read more... )

Faced with two activities that I wanted to attend tonight (a cast party for Ruddigore and an English country dance music jam session), I dithered and did neither. Here I am, still surfing the web and sorta-shopping for a winter coat and/or a pair of cowboy boots. Sigh. Not the best choice, all things considered. Hell, I could have seen West Side ( Read more... )

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