One would think it would be a responsibility ... a paper due, an Aristotle chapter left unread. I'm afraid it was no such thing. I must have been picking cherries.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
"The Glory of the Lord"
I. You probably know the Handel chorus; it belongs in the suite from Messiah that they play—yes, even They—every year around Christmas. It begins with the alto line, bald, plain, unpretentious, but doggedly determined, with the accent on the glory: And the glory, the glory of the LORD! And of course, with LORD, all the voices sing together, like all the nations aftermentioned, and indeed, His glory is revealed.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Wiggle
I sat there with my pen poised, unsure of the word I wanted. The sonnet (Shakespeare's, not mine) stared back up at me, saucily flaunting the rather obvious pun that I had decided to annotate. But annotate how? One little pun didn't deserve a full-page commentary (pace Booth, whose edition I was suffering); even if it dad, I hadn't the time to rewrite Booth's commentary in the course of a single reading for a single class.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
If You Go In
You may have noticed there was no music yesterday. That is partly because Ash Wednesday ought to be penitential, and partly because, well, I had plans for this week's piece.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Bother Eudaimonia
It is the task occasionally of the blogger devoted to the
readers’ (as distinct from but hopefully not opposed to, her own) good, to
remind said readers of an unpleasant fact or two. Some like to refer to such unpleasant
reminders as “public service announcements.”
I suspect that the usher who closed the Shrine half an hour early was
merely giving the worshippers a public service announcement; and I am fairly
certain that the advertisers who load my mailbox with circulars and my inbox
with spam are performing a public service in so doing. About the man who points out a smudge on my
blouse of the woman who sees a spot on my tie I am less sure. As for the professor who finds it a public
service to announce the deadline for our twenty-page research papers, his
proclamation may be public, and might even by a stretch be deemed serviceable;
but the marriage of the two terms seems to be taking the compliment to his
generosity too far.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Your Mid-Week Comedy
This past weekend I had the pleasure of seeing Ponnelle's Le nozze di figaro for the first time, and remembering just how much I love the opera. Especially this part ...
Sunday, February 3, 2013
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