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A few notes.
Apr. 5th, 2005 04:58 pmFirstly, my director's daughter's coat is most surely a reproduction of Dr. Stephen Maturin's
housecoat. Yes. The rust-colored paisley-ish one. None other. I was staring at it all of class, when I should have been looking over my music.
Slightly related, the repertoire for our next concert includes:
Sing we and chant it, 5 parts, a capella, 16th century, arr. Thomas Morely
The Road Not Taken and Choose Something Like A Star, 4 parts, accompanied, 20th century, arr. Randall Thompson
When Allen-a-Dale Went A-Hunting, 4 parts, a capella, 19th century styled after English madrigals, Robert L. de Pearsall (we sang this one three years ago, along with Choose Something Like A Star, and it has been sorely missed. I remember the year of the Norman Invasion by it... 1066, in case anyone wondered)
Carmina Burana 1. O Fortuna, 4 parts, accompanied, 19th century, Carl Orff
Ergo, je suis muy bouncy-bouncy.
Not so much related, I have decided something.
(What? you ask.)
I shall not shun tee vee.
(Hahaha, you say.)
...so much.
(That's more like it, you say.)
I shall evaluate. I shall watch House, and Lost, and sometimes Will and Grace, and possibly Veronica Mars.
(What about West Wing? you ask.)
Let's not be hasty. I shall take it slowly. One show per evening.
(Right, you say.)
(Isn't it a bit late for all this? you ask.)
Timeliness and I are long departed. It may be confusing, but it will not be the first thing into which I have thrown myself thus. I am a quick study.
...Because Television = French. Clearly.
Not at all related, I shall soon have an internet drop in my bedroom. This means I shall no longer be the household gypsy. Fabulous.
Rather related to that all in some strange way, I will now go outside with the Incorrigible to write banterous corrupted things until sunset or thereabouts (possibly rain). Considering my dalliance till now, and the way the sky looks, it may well not be long. Damme for it.
housecoat. Yes. The rust-colored paisley-ish one. None other. I was staring at it all of class, when I should have been looking over my music.
Slightly related, the repertoire for our next concert includes:
Sing we and chant it, 5 parts, a capella, 16th century, arr. Thomas Morely
The Road Not Taken and Choose Something Like A Star, 4 parts, accompanied, 20th century, arr. Randall Thompson
When Allen-a-Dale Went A-Hunting, 4 parts, a capella, 19th century styled after English madrigals, Robert L. de Pearsall (we sang this one three years ago, along with Choose Something Like A Star, and it has been sorely missed. I remember the year of the Norman Invasion by it... 1066, in case anyone wondered)
Carmina Burana 1. O Fortuna, 4 parts, accompanied, 19th century, Carl Orff
Ergo, je suis muy bouncy-bouncy.
Not so much related, I have decided something.
(What? you ask.)
I shall not shun tee vee.
(Hahaha, you say.)
...so much.
(That's more like it, you say.)
I shall evaluate. I shall watch House, and Lost, and sometimes Will and Grace, and possibly Veronica Mars.
(What about West Wing? you ask.)
Let's not be hasty. I shall take it slowly. One show per evening.
(Right, you say.)
(Isn't it a bit late for all this? you ask.)
Timeliness and I are long departed. It may be confusing, but it will not be the first thing into which I have thrown myself thus. I am a quick study.
...Because Television = French. Clearly.
Not at all related, I shall soon have an internet drop in my bedroom. This means I shall no longer be the household gypsy. Fabulous.
Rather related to that all in some strange way, I will now go outside with the Incorrigible to write banterous corrupted things until sunset or thereabouts (possibly rain). Considering my dalliance till now, and the way the sky looks, it may well not be long. Damme for it.
