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Please don't just pass them by and stare
Still off-kilter. Still cold and grey. I hate dreaming about people I know who do not behave like themselves in waking life. Have some links.
1. Joan Baez effectively retired in 2018. She just recorded herself performing "Hello in There" for John and Fiona Prine, the songwriter who is critically ill with coronavirus and his wife who has it also. So I cried the whole way through.
2. Courtesy of the same friend who provided the wholesome weasel content: Lego Bazalgette. Please check out the entire blog; the footnote on Lego Horatius at the Bridge is a thing of beauty and I had honestly never expected to see one Lego Chartist Rising, much less two. "This scene was built by James Pegrum because he wanted to build a mammoth."
3. I really respect this story for being funny even before the neodymium gets up anybody's nose: "I accidentally invented a necklace that buzzes continuously unless you move your hand close to your face."
4. I never saw the relevant episode of Doctor Who, but this job application is indeed magnificent.
5. I find this poem haunting: Joseph Fasano, "St. Vitus' Dance." ". . . the body gone mad in the last blaze / of being here, the body blossoming into music."
1. Joan Baez effectively retired in 2018. She just recorded herself performing "Hello in There" for John and Fiona Prine, the songwriter who is critically ill with coronavirus and his wife who has it also. So I cried the whole way through.
2. Courtesy of the same friend who provided the wholesome weasel content: Lego Bazalgette. Please check out the entire blog; the footnote on Lego Horatius at the Bridge is a thing of beauty and I had honestly never expected to see one Lego Chartist Rising, much less two. "This scene was built by James Pegrum because he wanted to build a mammoth."
3. I really respect this story for being funny even before the neodymium gets up anybody's nose: "I accidentally invented a necklace that buzzes continuously unless you move your hand close to your face."
4. I never saw the relevant episode of Doctor Who, but this job application is indeed magnificent.
5. I find this poem haunting: Joseph Fasano, "St. Vitus' Dance." ". . . the body gone mad in the last blaze / of being here, the body blossoming into music."
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I remember some grad school friends telling us about her showing up at a prof's house for some political gathering in the late sixties, five or six years before I knew this particular set. She sat on the couch and sang and sang for everybody who was there. That was such a beautiful room, airy, many windows looking out onto gardens, the two walls full of books. I, a twenty-something at that time, sat where she sat, easily calling up her lovely voice.
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*hugs*
Her voice had changed and it was still hers; she was still herself.
I, a twenty-something at that time, sat where she sat, easily calling up her lovely voice.
I bet she's still echoing there.