Rose-coloured glasses

From: Michael Reukauf

My friends say I wear rose-coloured glasses.
Who is to say who's right?
The world seen through my eyes
I prefer the pretty sight

"This woman was a saint. Kindness, gnelteness, candor dwelt in her eyes. She had lost her husband and children but exhibited no bittterness, envied no one, nursed no grievances, uttered no slander. She washed Jacob's linen, cooked for him, waited on him like a maid, and would not allow him even to thank her. Her answer to his praise was, 'for what other reason were we created?' "

-- Isaac Bashevis Singer, "The Slave"

Ah, enviable creature.

DaVinci Code

Listen to the discussion of the DaVinci code on Don and Sandra's podcast...

The smaller version

The kids told me about an alternate version of the lyrics to 'row-row-row your boat'... (they claim the music teacher taught them) which made me think of all the songs that have a kid's version of the lyrics....

Row Row Row your boat
Gently down the stream
Push your teacher overboard
and listen to her scream

Deck the halls with gasoline
light a match and watch it gleam
burn the school tooooo ashes!
arent you glad you played with matches?
(to the tune of deck the halls -- Thanks Ahms!)

Jingle bells, batman smells
Robin laid an egg
batmobile
lost a wheel
and joker went

and i know there's a bit about ski tracks of blood through the snow or something. Or maybe I imagined it. Which would be worrisome. Anyone know?

The irreverant nature of the lyrics gives a delicious rebellious feeling. Which made me think of something I read in the book I just started by Michel Foucault. In the first chapter he argues that sexual liberation has taken on an almost religious zeal, which allows the advocator to feel daring while staying within the safe boundaries of a theoretical question rather than a practical matter. At least, that's what I read. Then again, it was raining, I was in a hurry and I may have skipt a few soggy words :-)

Orfeo ed Euridice

Performed the opera Orfeo ed Euridice on Friday June 2nd (text).

Misero giovine!
Che vuoi, che mediti?
Altro non abita
Che lutto e gemito
In queste orribili
Soglie funeste.

Every time Orfeo's resolve faltered and he looked at Euridice to prove his love only to lose her again - my heart cried; it was so beautifully done, Andi and Carrie's duet breath taking . Judging by the audience response - we did well, I think they were moved. It is such an honour to touch people with music, what a gift.

Torna, o bella, al tuo consorte.
Che non vuol che più diviso
Non lagnarti di tua sorte

EURIDICE
O mio ben... ti sovvenga almen di me!
D'Euridice!

ORFEO
Qual pena! oh come il core
Mi si lacera in sen! Più non resisto:
Oh! celeste deliro!... Ah! mio tesoro!
Amata sposa!

(si volta con impeto e la guarda)

EURIDICE
O Dei. che avvenne?
(alzandosi con forza e tornando a cadere)
Io moro...

ORFEO
Sol di morir con te, lasso! mi resta!
Che farò senza Euridice?
Dove andrò senza il mio ben?
Euridice!... Oh Dio! Rispondi!
lo son pure il tuo fedel!

AMORE
(lo disarma)
Orfeo! che fai!

And Amore, after having brought the lovers back together again as reward for their steadfast love, sipped a blue Curacao in Milestones, dressed in full blue body paint and not much else.



K, Kev, no more whining about updating blogs now, ok? :-)