For the record, I do not get paid to write this blog. The guy who runs this website is way too cheap for that. So occasionally I have to concentrate on my real job for a while. That does not mean I haven’t been thinking…
For the record, I do not get paid to write this blog. The guy who runs this website is way too cheap for that. So occasionally I have to concentrate on my real job for a while. That does not mean I haven’t been thinking…
“Snowmageddon.” “Snownami.” Metrodome collapsing. For a Buffalo boy this is all rather unimpressive. But lost in all this was some interesting news out of St. Paul. Was it good news? Ya, you betcha!
All I want for Christmas is The Beatles – complete. Since I have been waiting all these years for that to pop up on iTunes I get the feeling that if I’m really, really nice between now and 25 December the Fat Man might squeeze down my new chimney and provide me with the goods. Which, of course, got me thinking about the Detroit Symphony.
I try to keep politics out of this blog but I think it is time to declare a revolutionary idea: kill the NEA.
So, what can The Hobbit teach us about unintended consequences? A surprising amount it turns out. Where’s Gandalf when you need him?
Somewhere my friend, Ernest Fleischmann, is chuckling.
Two interesting situations are developing that on the surface may not seem connected but are actually deeply related. For better or for worse.
It’s Bastille Day. We have our General Dress rehearsal tonight for Porgy. Tomorrow I travel to Valence to see the 11th stage of the Tour de France. With all that going on why, you may ask, is my mind a thousand miles away?