Apologies, Treasured Readers!
I hope everyone's like using an RSS reader, and
therefore hasn't been coming here daily only to find that nothing
new has appeared in this part of the Universe of Content.
(How are things in Glocca Morra?)
And here we must interrupt for a Funny Web Story: when I was
writing that last paragraph I realized I didn't know how to
spell "Glocca Morra", so I Googled on "sad and dreamy there",
that being the line from that song that I remember the best, and
the very first hit was an
old weblog entry where I used exactly the same song to
decorate exactly the same apology and the same hope.
Couldn't make this stuff up (or if we did we wouldn't believe it).
But anyway, basically things have suddenly become incredibly
busy at work (which is nice in a way, since I've actually been
working with more code than PowerPoint, and I far prefer code
to PowerPoint), and (but) therefore have no time for weblogging
(or much of anything else).
(By a complete coincidence, the busyness began immediately
after my induction into the
Quarter
Century Club.
And yes I started with IBM pretty young, but yes also I am an
Old Person, it's true.)
So do keep the cards and letters and good thoughts coming, and I
will think back at you, even if I don't have time to write.
(Here's
a tiny bit of content
that I generated before the busyness began, although I have
to warn you it's about the Sims.)
People don't clap ("applaud") enough.
We went (last weekend it was, in fact, Before Tornado, but I
forgot to write down things about it until now) to see
A Midsummer Night's Dream, as done by the very wonderful
Hudson Valley
Shakespeare Festival.
It was a Very Good Time: picnic dinner on blankets on the
lovely green Boscobel lawn with an amazing view of the
river, and then the show itself in the big half-outdoors
tent with us in the stands and the actors acting around
under the tent and even out into the grass and the dusk.
(And my seat being placed where with a little head-turning
I could look down over the back of the stands into the
backstage sort of area, and watch with fascination the
actors just before going on, and just after coming off,
which was cool.)
Notable aspects of the production included (but were
not limited to) all the Athenians
being dressed like characters from a 50's Flash Gordon movie,
Hippolyta as black-capped (and caped)
grunting vaguely Germanic dominatrix (well...),
and the brilliant wild sexy eeriness of the fairies.
At the very end after the final dance number all the actors
came out and bowed and stuff, and we all clapped, and then
virtually everyone stopped clapping even though
the actors were barely off the stage, and me and a few other
people kept clapping, and Oberon looked up at me as he walked
by the edge of the stands where I was sitting on his way
offstage and said "Thank you", which I thought was very neat.
But really, I mean!
These people were out there acting their hearts out most
splendidly for I don't know how long, being all fantasy
and light and costumes properly scruffed by the dirt, and
love and hate and humor, and acrobatic fight scenes and
kisses and mistaken identity and magic, and the most
the audience can do is clap for like thirty seconds
and then get up and go home?
Sheesh!
What's up with that?
Whatever happened to curtain calls?
But anyway, infinite thanks to all those fine actors (and
in a future life I wanna be one o' them fairies).
Deception Pass,
Episode 22-1 is out.
I'm currently in Part 23 of like 27 (yeah, that's part 23 of Part 1 of
Episode 22; it's complicated).
If you haven't been reading it before you probably want to start at
Episode 1.
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RE: world-swallowing
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RE: winter-fattened
RE: willow apple
RE: well-centered
calories therefore should
RE: well-chaperoned
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CNN.com Weather Member Center:
And from a reader:
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which is indeed a keeper.
("world-swallowing, wool-drying, winter-fattened willow apple,
winter heliotrope" is good too.)
And from another greatly-appreciated reader, something
Right Up Our Alley, serendipity-wise:
other
people's memories (found home movies from decades past).
