From a procrastinate Tom Jones, Book II, Chapter 2: “To deny that beauty is an agreeable object to the eye, and even worthy some admiration, would be false and foolish. Is not Love is like candy on a shelf? You want to taste and help yourself, do you not?” The Reverend began to warm to […]
I was actually able to work yesterday. I chose to forge ahead on the cute little number between Garrison and Elizabeth, “Dream Land,” in which they fantasize about how perfect life will be when they run away from their parents to get married. Here’s what I added: BRIDGE: We’ll have all of the money to […]
Spent some time getting Day in the Moonlight back in my head, and then I buckled down to write something, anything. I played with a melody that I thought might work better for the opening of “Sheer Poetry,” but I decided to stick with the old one. Then I worked on a bridge passage for […]
tThings went well. I’ll post a full report Saturday night after I get through Relay for Life. update: It’s Sunday morning and my brain is just now emerging from the sludge. Later. Finally posted Monday night! First of all, the backers audition tonight was a success. I thought the chorus sounded as good in parts […]
New York, Day 4 Today was our museum day. I got up early to catch up on blogging for the last two days, but by 9:30 it was time to move out the door. We encountered the Honeas and Carol Lee on the way out; everyone marveled at Ginny’s new haircut. Off we went to […]
One of my goals for my winter break this week is to knock off a whole stack of reading from the media center. I finished The Schwa Was Here, by Neal Shusterman, last night. It was very very excellent, honestly funny and thematically rich, a much better choice for the Newbery Award than, say, The […]
I took a break from the music today and instead went to http://www.myfonts.com to browse and see if I could find a typeface that absolutely must be the logofont for William Blake’s Inn. I got through 50-something pages of 177, each with 24 fonts on it. I’ll do the rest today or this weekend. I […]
I’ve been meaning to write about A Visit to William Blake’s Inn for a while, and since I did nothing else creative today, might as well write about it now.
In which corporal punishment is richly deserved by one and all.
The tactile beauty of an antique writing desk reminds me of the two opposite ways I have organized my life.