The sea and the sky above it

“It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.” –Haruki Murakami

I wrote the other day about the somewhat overwhelming nature of the sea here in Hawaii. Over the days since, I have come to realize that the sky is every bit as overwhelming here.

And like the sea, the sky is astonishing here no matter what time of day. This city gleams with brilliant light, but as you stand on the street in front of our hotel at night, you see the brilliant light on one side…and the ink-black dome of the sky on the other. Occasionally in the dark will be broken by the flashing lights of an airplane or helicopter. The moon’s path does not bring it into view from our balcony–a shame that, as there is a full moon very soon–and I haven’t been able to make out many stars.

But the other morning I was up at 5am–sleep comes easier, but my body still thought it was mid-morning–and I went out on the balcony to read and to write and to think and listen to the waves and the birds in the banyan tree and the occasional cars. I looked eastward–southeast, actually–and spotted a couple of stars, and then a few more. And then I knew.

The Hunter.

Orion the Hunter was setting, and the bright star off to the left was Sirius, brightest star in our sky, at home in its own constellation, Canus Major.

Orion has always been my favorite constellation, for many reasons. It’s a big part of why I love the winter sky more than the summer one, and to see it for the first time this winter, while here on this journey, was an unexpected gift.

Orion the Hunter, over Honolulu and the South Pacific.

You’re looking good, Orion! Soon I’ll see you in your normal setting soon…but not too soon. I’m not quite done here.

As for the sky at other times, well…oh, this place.

“I want you to live forever, underneath a sky so blue….” (“Live Forever”, Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors)
Words fail me….

For a bigger resolution of that last one, go here. I’m slowly getting a lot of my photos from here organized on Flickr, but bear with me as content management isn’t exactly high on my priority list on this vacation!

More later!

 

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Your Daily Dose of Christmas!

It’s a week away! I’m scheduling this in advance, but I know that as December gets deeper and darker and somehow the light that we hope for from Christmas seems as elusive as ever, this is about when I get contemplative about it all. Christmas is a search for certainty, in a way–and if you’re in particular religious traditions, Christmas is about the arrival of the great certainty of all–but it’s also a time of memories and sadnesses for those who aren’t with us this year and for thoughts of what is to come.

Here are two songs that capture the sadder, more introspective, and less certain aspects of Christmas for me. And in the case of this first selection, I’ll skip the business about the incorrect version of the lyrics that everyone else sings.

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Your Daily Dose of Christmas!

I don’t remember if the subject ever came up when I was a kid in grade school music classes during Christmas time, but it’s always worth noting how old many of our traditional Christmas carols are. In fact, the concept of the carol, being a festive song often accompanied by a dance and not necessarily connected to a specific holiday or religious festival, is itself almost a thousand years old. In our Christmas music we can find the most familiar remaining vestiges of our musical heritage from hundreds of years past. Here’s a carol, still very much alive, that is first recorded as emerging in the Provence region of France four hundred years ago.

(It’s also my mother’s favorite, which is absolutely why I run it every year!)

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Your Daily Dose of Christmas!

Let’s compare how two composers conveyed the emotions of a sleigh ride!

Here’s Mozart, who wrote a pleasant and stately minuet befitting Viennese nobility:

And here’s Leroy Anderson, who envisioned the equestrian rhythm and the bells and even, at the end, the horse’s whinny:

And since The Wife and I recently watched Sleepless In Seattle, there’s an early scene where Meg Ryan sings along with a version of “Sleigh Ride” she hears on her radio. Here’s that rendition (which is more a rendition of “Jingle Bells”, but what are you gonna do):

Finally, here’s a high school from Lowell, Michigan, that had to do the “virtual” thing last year. This is actually quite lovely!

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“I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams”

It is, Red. It is.

Surfers by dawn.

I didn’t want to blog about this until we were at the very least on the plane (I felt like I was jinxing it by even pre-scheduling a Daily Dose of Christmas post obliquely referring to it!) but…we are in Hawaii.

Specifically, Oahu. More specifically, Waikiki.

Strange thing about Hawaii…it’s never been a place I’ve really even dreamed about visiting, because for many years it just didn’t even feel like a possibility. And even this trip owes everything to someone else’s good graces (Thanks, Mom!). But…well, it’s just a place, isn’t it? It’s a place where people live and work and do stuff. They just do it in the shadows of lushly green mountains and by the side of a wide blue sea.

Just a place.

But what a place!

I mean…come on now.

Waikiki by night

And then there’s the sea.

Have you ever wondered why the word sea is so much more packed with poetry and romance than the word ocean? Maybe it’s because the sea is a much more primal concept, a more basic one. I know that mariners think of the Great Lakes as seas in their own right. Oceans are specific things. But on this particular morning, I find myself remembering one of my favorite quotes (which I should probably track down at some point in its actual context):

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. (Isak Dinesen)

Well, like many others, I’ve had sweat and tears in damned good measure. Let’s give the sea a try, shall we?

For someone who loves water, who can’t fathom the idea of living in a place where water is a scarcity (Phoenix? Vegas? Never!), there’s still something about the sea that overwhelms my brain on a primal level. My whole life has been spent near water, but I think of streams in a wood, waterfalls, bubbling small pools, swimming holes, rivers, lakes, ponds, whitewater rapids. The sea, though, is something else. You come to the sea and you realize that eventually, on this world of ours, eventually all the water comes back to the sea.

The deep blue sea

Anyway, those are my somewhat jet-lagged and under-caffeinated thoughts on this, the first morning I’ve awoken to pink clouds over a darkened sea where people are already surfing. Now, we’re gonna try to find some coffee and get our rental car and see what a Hawaiian grocery store is like. As one does.

Further dispatches as events warrant!

(And the Daily Dose of Christmas is prescheduled for every day until the 25th, so we have that going for us, at least!)

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Your Daily Dose of Christmas!

“You DO remember working with Bing Crosby?”

“I’m not sure if at that time BING was aware that we were working…I think that we were both working with each other, but COMPLETELY UNAWARE that we were…in our own different ways we had an altered….”

“You had a duet together.”

“After a fashion, yeah!”

–Regis Philbin and David Bowie

Here’s the source for this quote, a very funny interview from when David Bowie appeared on Regis and Kelly in 2002. Bowie was quite a young man when he filmed that duet with Crosby in September of 1977; Crosby was not just in his 70s but was actually little more than a month away from his own death from a heart attack. In the interview Bowie speculates that by this time, Mr. Crosby was looking back on his life and reminiscing, and Mr. Bowie doesn’t seem to have felt that Crosby was terribly interested in this young guy with whom he was doing a quick one-off duet.

So naturally, that odd duet that seems so odd as to verge on the surreal, with its touchingly awkward intro acted out by two guys clearly just a bit uncomfortable with the whole thing (not to call these two men out specifically, because let’s be honest, has there ever been one of these musical Christmas specials where the little acting-bits between the music wasn’t uncomfortable?), has somehow endured to the point of being a de facto classic of Christmas music. I know that I can’t feel like it’s the Christmas season without hearing this at least once, and I know that I stand in good company herein.

Here are Bing Crosby and David Bowie. “I pray my wish will come true….” Indeed!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9kfdEyV3RQ

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A Bonus Dose of Christmas! (kind of)

YouTube served this up for me: a woman re-enacts the hilarity that ensued when she attended a Christmas party and did not get the memo as to the attire.

Even I probably wouldn’t show up to a Christmas party in overalls, unless I was specifically informed it was super informal or I knew the venue was a place like a local sports-bar watering hole. But I don’t necessarily think that overalls have to be super-casual! You can dress them up and make them a bit classier, if need be. But don’t take my word for it! Here’s a fashion vlogger who shows the way:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRpfmo5itBo

 

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Your Daily Dose of Christmas!

It’s Sunday, which means that hopefully you’ve got some time on your hands today. If you do, may I suggest you take an hour and a half to watch some wonderful ballet? Because it’s time for Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker.

The Nutcracker is one of those things that has become so beloved in our lifetimes that it’s perhaps surprising to learn that it was not always so. The ballet was not a success in Tchaikovsky’s time, getting bad reviews for the apparently “blah” quality of its dancing and a general lack of an interesting story. Tchaikovsky’s music for the ballet was more highly regarded, but for many years The Nutcracker was one of those theatrical works that is infrequently staged, and becomes better known for an overture, an extract, or in this case, a suite of numbers pulled from the larger score by the composer. The Nutcracker could very well have gone the way of, say, the operas of Franz von Suppe, which are almost entirely forgotten as stage works but which live on, however tenuously, through the beloved status of their overtures.

It wasn’t until the 1960s that The Nutcracker, via a staging by the New York City ballet, started to cement itself amongst the Christmas traditions in the United States. George Balanchine’s choreography was essential, and the dancing of the great ballerina Maria Tallchief, combined to elevate an obscure, rarely-staged ballet by Tchaikovsky to the juggernaut that today is so beloved that many ballet companies earn a significant portion of their annual revenues through their Christmas performances of The Nutcracker alone.

I am sorry to say that I’ve never to this day seen a performance of the ballet, though I dearly want to and I hope to do so if COVID-19 ever regresses enough to allow a rebirth of the stage world. Until then, I’ll have to content myself with my memories of my four annual performances of the Nutcracker Suite when I was in college. I never hear that work without thinking, at least a bit, of Dr. Janice Wade. Not a bad legacy for her, I think!

Here is The Nutcracker by Peter Ilich Tchaikovsky, in a performance that is really quite wonderful. I just love the dancing and the art direction here. What magic! (I assume this particular video derives from a televised event, hence the ad-like matter at the beginning. The ballet proper starts a minute or so in.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URpn0xn5Bds

And if you’re short on time, well, here’s the Nutcracker Suite. But please try to find time to listen to the whole work, even if you can’t watch it.

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