A Little Explained

... a little endured ...

More of the Muse

I know; I know.  There was music yesterday, and it's about time I posted something with words ... but I have three papers to finish, and Google kindly just reminded me that it's Ella Fitzgerald's birthday.  Pleasure without the guilt of procrastination ... how could I say no?

Alle Psalite

An old TAC Easter standard ...

The Heart of a Fool

... is in his mouth ...

Learn As If You Were to Live

... forever ...

Welcome Back

We're not out of the woods yet.  But then again, neither was Oliver ...

"Before I Can Send You Home

... you have to make a journey of a very different kind."

Surrexit Christus

... hodie, Alleluia!

Doing an Injury

... puts you below your enemy ...

Till Easter

As you can probably tell, things are heating up in school (not to mention Lent).  Now the weather, that's another matter ... Anyroad, this will be the post to hold you until the Saturday after Easter.

Many Complain

... of their memory ...

Temper

... is so good a thing ...

Quastoff

I had almost forgotten about this guy; he came up some time ago in connection with Andrea Bocelli, for fairly obvious reasons.

Coincidence

There’s a nice little meme that’s been playing Facebook, something along the lines of “Check out the weather, watch the sequestration go, notice how the pope resigned—YIKES!  Who’s been playing with the TARDIS?”  (No pun on “Who” intended, I’m sure.)  The meme plays off the natural human tendency to go into panic mode when events of a certain rare kind coincide.  At times like these we’re wired to suspect—or at a minimum, in this ironic age, to jest about—conspiracies as if they were real.

Cheerfulness

... like spring ...

I Must Have Been Picking Cherries

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.

Our Blunders

... mostly come from letting our wish ...

"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.

Canticum Veterem

I'm not normally an enthusiastic Fauré fan, but there are a few exceptions ...

The Peculiarity of Ill Temper

... is that it is the vice ...