Or are shouted in the wind sweeping furious through the land
I was supposed to have a voice lesson and look at two potential apartments this afternoon. Instead the MBTA is shutting down service completely, so I am indoors and violently stir-crazy already. So far I seem to be avoiding the cold that wasted Rob's cast (I wasn't sure last night), but my ears still hurt. I do not want to be where I am. I like storms, but I am not in a good mood for this one.
If you have been listening to me evangelize about Gravity Falls, you should go read
rushthatspeaks' review of same in this week's Strange Horizons. I'll be reading M.R. James and listening to the Future Kings of England. Which should at least mess up my head in different ways.
From the Guardian, speaking of Daniel Craig: "He's the only Bond so far who might also have played Alec Leamas, the downbeat hero of le Carré's The Spy Who Came in From the Cold. Alongside him, Judi Dench suggests she could have played Smiley."
I don't do Yuletide, but could the internet make this happen anyway?
If you have been listening to me evangelize about Gravity Falls, you should go read
From the Guardian, speaking of Daniel Craig: "He's the only Bond so far who might also have played Alec Leamas, the downbeat hero of le Carré's The Spy Who Came in From the Cold. Alongside him, Judi Dench suggests she could have played Smiley."
I don't do Yuletide, but could the internet make this happen anyway?

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What is your subject line from? (It sounds Shakespearian)
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Yay. I do have faith in the infinite capacities of the internet. It's just that they so often express as stupid macros.
What is your subject line from? (It sounds Shakespearian)
It's actually from Peter Grimes (1945)—music by Benjamin Britten, libretto by Montagu Slater. The Borough is working itself up to mob justice, although the plot overtakes it:
Now is gossip put on trial
Now the rumours either fail
Or are shouted in the wind
Sweeping furious through the land
Now the liars shiver, for
Now if they've cheated we shall know
We shall strike and strike to kill
At the slander or the sin
Now the whisperers stand out
Now confronted by the fact
Bring the branding iron and knife
What's done now is done for life
It's one of my favorite operas. Between Britten and storm, I seem to have been listening to it a lot recently.
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On the one hand, I sort of wish the Revels would include "Old Joe has gone fishing" the next time they do a Sea Revels album (if they can ever again record something that's not Christmas). On the other hand, I'd be a bit afraid that they might summon something.
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. . . I understand your fear, but I would so totally audition if they did.
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Love that Skyfall bit, BTW. I'm looking so strenuously forward to the film, it's becoming a bit funny.
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I discovered Britten with the "Embroidery Aria." It stuck.
I'm looking so strenuously forward to the film, it's becoming a bit funny.
As you are likely to see it before me, I am formally putting in a request for a full report!
(Seriously, I love the idea of Dench as genderswapped George Smiley, although for some reason I don't feel a concomitant need to swap Ann . . .)
DAMMIT
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Speaking of obsessions, have you checked out my post today?
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Always glad to be addressed in allcaps during major storms in October, though. Feels portentous. (Like I might be on the receiving end of some nicely charred cow fat and a thingy of undiluted wine, if only I wrote genderqueer spies faster.)
Do not go anywhere with a dude calling himself Mr. North, with a few porridge oats clinging onto his jacket and a wind-blown look. It can't end well in weather like this.
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He's only in the one book, which I recommend very highly (
And no fair you adding to my spy problems.
Not my fault. These things happen.
Do not go anywhere with a dude calling himself Mr. North, with a few porridge oats clinging onto his jacket and a wind-blown look. It can't end well in weather like this.
Prrrt.
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I've been listening to songs with storm, rain, and wind in their titles.
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I am not stir crazy, but am transportation disrupted - I'm stuck in New Mexico in Thursday (I was supposed to leave yesterday) because of all the flight cancellations. Which is not exactly a horrible fate, but was certainly unexpected.
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If you know how to make it happen . . .
I'm stuck in New Mexico in Thursday (I was supposed to leave yesterday) because of all the flight cancellations. Which is not exactly a horrible fate, but was certainly unexpected.
Yikes. Where are you now?
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