Ich träumte von bunten Blumen, so wie sie wohl blühen im Mai
My flash "Lying-In" has been accepted by Scheherezade's Bequest.
Today was infinitely improved from the previous by
thomasfreund, who brought over the newly released DVD of Benjamin Britten and Peter Pears' Winterreise (1970), abstractly staged for the BBC and—impressively—even bleaker and more alien than their justifiably famous 1963 recording. Also, awesome. Fortunately a studio concert with a selection of folksongs (some of them, as Tom pointed out, still in manuscript form in 1964) is also included on the disc, so as not to provoke suicide, even in eighty-degree summer. In which I then mowed the lawn. That was not such an improvement.
There will be further content when I have slept enough to arrange some.
ETA: What the fuck barbeque?
Today was infinitely improved from the previous by
There will be further content when I have slept enough to arrange some.
ETA: What the fuck barbeque?

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The Britten and Pears DVD sounds lovely. As mowing the lawn does not.
I hope you have slept well.
ETA: What the fuck barbeque?
Good Lord, I have no idea. But that is truly bizarre. Someone has set up a blogspot blog in your name? Why?
I don't know how I could help, since tracking this individual down and calling them out is not an option, but you've got my sympathy. And if you can think of a way (mass emailed protests demanding a takedown?) you need only ask.