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Storm and all its terrors are nothing to the heart's despair
My poem "The Ceremony of Innocence" has been accepted by Mythic Delirium. It is not quite the dream I had once about Benjamin Britten setting the poems of Rudyard Kipling, but I'm still giving it points for timing since I just sang three of Britten's folksongs this afternoon at Music to Cure MS. "O Waly, Waly," "The Last Rose of Summer," "The Lincolnshire Poacher." I think I was better at rehearsal on Thursday night. (I had a very fine Halloween party on Friday evening. Friday morning, I was in crying pain from both ears, and Friday afternoon I spent waiting to see a doctor. I have an ear infection for the first time I can remember in my adult life. I'm on antibiotics for it, which never treat me well. Saturday was pretty much nonexistent until the evening, when I met ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gaudior and rushthatspeaks for the last night of Tomes of Terror—in short, there were some very nice things about the last couple of days, but they've also been exhausting.) I am nonetheless very glad that I did it. My high school voice teacher was in the audience and said I sounded good. The raffle ticket I bought won me a haircut I'm never going to use. And my accompanist spontaneously offered to hook me up with a paying klezmer gig. The usual weirdness prevails, apparently. Worth it.
And now to make a last-minute supermarket run against the storm.
gaudior and rushthatspeaks for the last night of Tomes of Terror—in short, there were some very nice things about the last couple of days, but they've also been exhausting.) I am nonetheless very glad that I did it. My high school voice teacher was in the audience and said I sounded good. The raffle ticket I bought won me a haircut I'm never going to use. And my accompanist spontaneously offered to hook me up with a paying klezmer gig. The usual weirdness prevails, apparently. Worth it.And now to make a last-minute supermarket run against the storm.
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. . . I do not think of myself as prolific.
Thank you.
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Got that covered. (Does yogurt count?)
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I am sort of wondering what the storm will blow in. Ah well, everybody grab a hempen rope and lash his, her, or itself to the mast!
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. . . there are so many fewer of those in this house than there were a few hours ago.
(They're really good! I like them even better than the regular kind, which are the crunchy things of my childhood—I know they were designed as a sort of health-gesturing alternative to Cheetos, but I have always found Cheetos the unsatisfactory finger-staining substitute. I had Barbara's first.)
Ah well, everybody grab a hempen rope and lash his, her, or itself to the mast!
And see what's hung up in the trees after.
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And see what's hung up in the trees after.
Hey, if I see F. Scott, I'll get his autograph right after he teeters out of the ornamental hawthorn.
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And boo for the ear infection - I had a nasty one (well, technically two, since it was both ears) a few years ago and it was so painful. I was reduced to watching Thomas the Tank Engine on PBS for its soothing qualities. I hope you feel better soon, without having to resort to children's programming.
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Thank you!
I hope you feel better soon, without having to resort to children's programming.
Hah. Mostly I've just had ear protection in for the last couple of days (and they were still ringing at the end of the concert). Maybe I should be watching silent films.
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And fabulous!
I am so sad to have missed your concert, but I had a longstanding ticket to a weird Macbeth and witches called.
Gods forbid you should use that raffle ticket.
When's the klezmer gig?
Nine
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No idea! But the internet will hear when I find out.
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Thank you. That must be a folktale: a drowned town, where the sea came to hear a singer.
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Hoping the antibiotics and the storm don't give you trouble.
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Thank you! I could have been happier with the concert. But it is all right. There will be others.
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I'm so sorry about your ear infection. I hope the antibiotics will do their job and that you'll be healed up soon.
I'm glad that you were complimented on the concert. Are you thinking of taking the klezmer gig? If you do, I hope it goes well; in any event, it's cool he offered to connect you.
I hope you weather the storm as comfortably as possible. I wish you continuously working electric and a lack of flooding.
We've gallons of water, sandwich makings, gasoline, and a working generator and snowblower. I'm glad we've less leaves on the trees than we had when the Halloween noreaster hit last year.
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Thank you!
Are you thinking of taking the klezmer gig?
Hell, yes, as soon as I find out what it is.
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You're welcome!
Hell, yes, as soon as I find out what it is.
Excellent. I hope it's every bit as grand as you deserve. (Which is exceedingly and awesomely grand, by the way.)
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Yay!
Glad the party went well, and hope the earache is ok. (As you'll recall, I've had some bad experiences...)
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Thank you! Right now my ears hurt: not as badly as on Friday, when waves of pain were going through my eardrums and it hurt worse to talk and being on the phone was unendurable, but I wouldn't say they're anywhere near clear; it's a ten-day course of antibiotics, so we'll see how quickly they work (and then how long it takes for the rest of my body to try to kill me to make up for it). I really can't remember anything like this in years, if ever since I was very small. It should not become a regular part of my winter repertoire, thank you.
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You have a poem about golems! Likewise.
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Thank you! If we get suddenly swamping waves, of course, I will let the internet know.
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Well, that's useful to know! Thank you.
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Thank you! I am amused by the timing.
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Thank you.
(I think the concert could have better. That's not Tiny Wittgenstein. I'll have to have more.)