Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup --
Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup


I shouldn't have chosen to go to the premiere of Idomeneo. It's on a Saturday, and the MARC doesn't run on weekends, which means it'll cost me $20 to get back and forth instead of $9. Oh well. I'm still kinda secretly happy about it. (`8 Prodigal squanderer! _
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12:47:09 AM, Saturday 19 October 2002

I managed to make an amazing replica of what it tastes like to pour the juice from my mom's lemon-thyme chicken into mashed potatoes without milk, real potatoes (I used flakes from the box), real chicken (boullion cubes), or lemons. The secret? Yogurt. And thyme, of course, and a couple other herbs shook on for fun. But, man, it was shockingly good. But then I got so pissed off by that bastid Salon interviewer chick that I slopped my Swedish meatball TV dinner all over the oven. Eucch. After I clean off the oven, I'm gonna read myself to sleep. Yuh. _
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12:26:00 AM, Saturday 19 October 2002

I use too many semicolons. _
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11:31:44 PM, Friday 18 October 2002

How can Mongolian pop music be so unspeakably bad? _
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09:28:06 PM, Friday 18 October 2002

I was trying to think of a name for my cornetto. Its origins are in Medieval Sweden, and it height was in Renaissance Italy, but to me it's always looked like the sort of thing you'd find a satyr blowing on in the middle of a dusky grotto. But when I racked my brain for names of famous satyrs, the only one that came to mind was "Tumnus". And he's not a satyr; he's a faun. Then I thought... wait a second, what's the difference, anyhow? Is a faun just a satyr who never gets laid? _
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07:57:18 PM, Friday 18 October 2002

Trochee trips from long to short;
From long to long in solemn sort
Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill able
Ever to come up with Dactyl's trisyllable.
Iambics march from short to long.
With a leap and a bound the swift Anapests throng.
One syllable long, with one short at each side,
Amphibrachys hastes with a stately stride --
First and last being long, middle short, Amphimacer
Strikes his thundering hoofs like a proud high-bred Racer.

If Derwent be innocent, steady, and wise,
And delight in the things of earth, water, and skies;
Tender warmth at his heart, with these meters to show it,
With sound sense in his brains, may make Derwent a poet --
May crown him with fame, and must win him the love
Of his father on earth and his father above.
My dear, dear child!
Could you stand upon Skiddaw, you would not from its whole ridge
See a man who so loves you as your fond S.T. Colerige.

-- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, for his sons Hartley and Derwent _
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05:52:45 PM, Friday 18 October 2002

I have a cornetto!! It is beeyoootiful. Mmm... black leather. _
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04:42:58 PM, Friday 18 October 2002

The Dorkiest Poem on the Internet. {happy sigh} _
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01:13:45 PM, Friday 18 October 2002

Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm... Cornettos... _
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12:44:27 PM, Friday 18 October 2002

Goodnight. _
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05:57:34 AM, Friday 18 October 2002

Subject to Fits of Pique
Blogswap Volume II
M.K.K.
October 2002

1. Dripping with Gore -- Anna Russell
2. Never Any Good -- Leonard Cohen
3. I Want to be Evil -- Eartha Kitt
4. Your Feet's Too Big -- Fats Waller
5. O Frondens Virga -- Hildegard von Bingen
6. A Little Priest -- Stephen Sondheim
7. Rubber Biscuit -- Blues Brothers
8. Foxwoman -- Hedningarna
9. Anatole of Paris -- Danny Kaye
10. Fairy Story -- Naughty Nymphs
11. The Girls from Campus Hall -- Oscar Brand
12. Johnny Head-In-Air -- The Tiger Lillies
13. Johnny, Wenn du Geburtstag Hast
14. Last Tango in Bayreuth -- Peter Schikele
15. Pierre -- Maurice Sendak
16. Tetris Ultimix -- McVaffe
17. The Ballad of Richard the Third -- Unknown
18. Sonata a Due Cornetti in Echo -- Giovanni Battista Riccio
19. I Am a Tenor -- Garrison Keillor
20. O Isis Und Osiris, Welche Wonne -- Wolfgang Mozart
21. Fanitullen -- Tapani Varis


The artists assigned to the various tracks are utterly inconsistant. I just put down what I thought of as the most important name connected with each song. Commentary and lyrics if you really really wannem. CDs mailed out to the rest of youse as soon as I sort out the obnoxious timing problem, grr. Now, seriously. Goodnight. (`8

(AAAAAH! KIRI!!) _
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05:38:27 AM, Friday 18 October 2002

I have just one further thing to say.

AAAAAAAAH!!! KIRI KIRI KIRI KIRI!!!!!

Thank you and goodnight. _
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04:45:40 AM, Friday 18 October 2002

AAAAAAAAH! This has been one of the best days of my entire life!!! I woke up after such a very immensely lovely night full of Martin, Anne, Cassie, Katherine, stories, cookies, ghosts, and glee, in the bed of a beautiful woman (she wasn't in it at the time, but still... it was so very warm and comfortable), said goodbye to the beautiful woman and her every bit as beautiful visitor, wandered around beautiful beautiful SJC feeling poignant, read a fairy tale, saw Dave Prosper and Robin the bookstore Scotsman, went into the library, saw Stephanie Moore-Fuller, went to the import store, got a bar of Pears and a crunchie, went to the Public Sales Office, got glowered at, went to the Minimart, got a comb, went to McDonalds, got a hamburger, sat down and waited for the bus. And sang and blew bubbles.

The bus took me to New Carrollton and I went into D.C... four hours after I left campus, I found myself at the office of the Washington Opera. I got an obscenely fancy and expensive ticket to Idomeneo (YAAAAAY!) and a hat and a cookbook and several posters besides. But the poster I wanted to get for Neil was sold out. :( But then. Oh baby. But then.

I SAT FOUR FEET AWAY FROM DAME KIRI TE KANAWA FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF!!!!!

AAAAAAAAH!

And I told her how when I was ten I saw her Donna Elvira on video and fell in love with her, with Mozart, with opera, with the whole frigging world, and she gave me the eye (I swear! I wouldn't make something like that up!) and asked her a silly question about movies and took all these snapshots of her and listened to her talk in that beautiful low soft sexy Kiwi voice and OH MY FREAKING AIIEEEEE!!! {jumps up and down like a mad thing}

And then I went to Union Station and got two more hamburgers and some fries and finished The Possessed, and, while it's a very very good book, I wasn't at all sad when it was finished, like I was with The Brothers Karamazov. I was pretty relieved. Gloooph. And then I went to Penn Station. But I wasn't exactly sure where my bus stop was, and I didn't feel like looking for it, so I went into the Hippo and sat at the piano bar and played cornetto and flautino and crumhorn along with all the showtunes and got kissed in the ear by a sweet old queen.

And then I left to go find my bus stop, but this guy who runs the leather store in the back of the Eagle who I talked with a bit last Saturday was standing on the corner and he said, "hey, come over here!" and he bought me a shot of grenadine and we and his charming fag hag chica all went to the Eagle and had a marvelous time with big tall swishy men in leather pants and they drove me to the bus stop and took my phone number and said we'd meet again soon and then I met a guy who asked if I was married and I said no and he asked why and I said 'cause I was homosexual (I said it very slowly and precisely so there would be no misunderstanding) and he said he had those temptations but his heavenly father didn't want that for him and we had a long earnest and good conversation about purity of heart and the true nature of God and love.

And then I went home listening to the Rosenberg 7 and got nekkid and read my email and blogged and I am so DAMN HAPPY!!! _
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04:04:35 AM, Friday 18 October 2002

I should emphatically not be sitting in the SJCA library reading blogs. I should be buying Pears soap and plastic combs and wending my way to D.C. to buy (!!!) opera tickets. And all that. And the SJCA bookstore has The Annotated Classic Fairy Tales. And my lower lip wobbles affectingly. But. I fly, I flee. _
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12:48:30 PM, Thursday 17 October 2002

T.I.A.I.L.W.: St. Sexburga, Abbess of Minster-in-Sheppey. _
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09:59:13 PM, Tuesday 15 October 2002

Mama, when I come home to Missoula, can I be your sous-chef? _
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08:48:49 PM, Tuesday 15 October 2002

As you can see in the comments on the first entry of the page, people with modems aren't any more patient than people with broadband, even though they've had more practice at it. (`; So I've deleted Whittle.zip; it's now a bad link. Sorry. The songs can be snagged individually as follows:

Don't Go Home With Your Hard-On

Take Me Back

De Cara a la Pared

Silibrand

Yidl Mit'n Fidl

When You're Good To Mama

The Irish Jigg

Desaparecido

Super Flumina Babylonis

Voi Che Sapete

It may take a while for these links to become live; I'm still uploading. _
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12:09:17 PM, Tuesday 15 October 2002

Cross sections of mouse mammary glands displaying variegated transgene expressions are pretty. _
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10:55:16 AM, Tuesday 15 October 2002

This looks interesting, if I could figure out how to use it properly. _
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10:22:24 AM, Tuesday 15 October 2002

I think I've finished my section of Remi's project. I've uploaded a zip file of 10 mp3s to my directory, copied out lyrics, and written paragraphs for each. I call it Ad Nauseam. Hope you like it. _
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07:11:54 AM, Tuesday 15 October 2002


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