I think that Franz von Suppe is to this blog as cream of mushroom soup is to Mark Evanier’s. Whenever Evanier is really busy, he posts a picture of a can of cream of mushroom soup. I tend to do the same with a YouTube selection of an overture by Franz von Suppe.
So here’s von Suppe’s Jolly Robbers overture. I played this in high school in an arrangement that was wickedly difficult. Rehearsals of this were, at times, quite a lot less than fun…but I still love the piece.
Bear with, lots going on!
The way I see it, if I’m going to take advantage of the fact that we’re allowed to wear team shirt on gamedays, my shirt should reflect my tastes at least a little. So:
And, that linen shirt that I recently bought? I loved it so much I bought another, this time in a light aqua:
…so here’s a cat.
I know I said that we were doing Leonard Cohen month, but…I’m really not feeling like trying to write insightful stuff about anything right now. I’m still in “Let the world wash over me” mode. Here, instead, is “Spiegel im spiegel”–“The mirror in the mirror”–by Arvo Part.
Taken the other evening. The sun had not quite set all the way, but was almost gone, and all that was left was the red light on the tops of the trees. These trees haven’t begun turning yet.
I’m sure there will be something else on my mind eventually, but for now…no.
“Why love, if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore: only the life I have lived…The pain now is part of the happiness then. That’s the deal.” –CS Lewis (Sir Anthony Hopkins), Shadowlands
I’ve been thinking about that quote, and that movie, a lot today.
It wasn’t to be, and today we had to let him go.
I’d like to write more about him…but not now. Not today. Today is for coping with a silence that I knew one day would come, and yet shouldn’t be here.
A long time ago, in a Queue far, far away….
Credit: npr.org. Mourners in the queue to pay respects to Queen Elizabeth II.
Respect the Queue.
You may only enter the Queue at the end. Attempt no other point of entry.
Do not stop moving along the Queue, for any reason.
Do not allow anyone to join you in the Queue.
Do not question the Queue.
Do not make eye contact with the Queue.
The Queue, as long as you are in it, is your world.
The Queue is your life.
This is my Queue. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My Queue is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it, as I master my life.
Queue: the final frontier.
The Queue is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be.
In the beginning was the Queue, and the Queue was with God, and the Queue was God.
It was the best of Queues, it was the worst of Queues.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in a Queue, must be in the Queue.
People will come, Ray. They’ll come to The Queue, for reasons they can’t even fathom.
The Queue is inevitable.
They say the Queue is cold, but the Queue contains the hottest blood of all.
Come my friends, ’tis not too late to seek a newer Queue.
No man steps in same Queue twice, for it is not the same Queue and he is not the same man.
The finger pointing at the Queue is not the Queue itself.
Eventually all things merge into one, and a Queue runs through it.
May the Queue be with you.