Chris Quinones: the sample of the Requiem on Amazon were not the same. It's possible that the sample was a part I didn't sing, but it didn't match the bits I did sing, if that makes sense.
Xopher, 'gay' is troublesome. I don't like it as a perjorative, but sometimes it's hilarious-- a friend of mine, while trash-talking to her son over a Buffy game, once spat out, "Your mom's gay!" and heard dead silence through the rest of the room... and then everyone burst out laughing because, well, she is, and she is not afraid to say so.
When treated seriously, it's bad. When treated as a joke, but poorly, it's cringe-inducing. When treated as a joke, but well, it's hilarious.
I'm the same way about singing in Latin, EClaire. I have enough Spanish and general word-nerdery that I can see cognates, so I make up my own translations. Usually, they're rather more flowery than the actual ones. The English text is often dry, and I got sick of seeing "Ave Maria" begin with "Father in Heaven...."
A random requiem question: there is a composer whose name may be Lukas or Lukash, possibly Lukac. Hungarian, I believe, which is why I have trouble with that last letter. I have sung parts of a requiem by him, and they were gorgeous. Googling has not helped me find a recording anywhere, nor in fact any evidence that this is a real person.
Has anyone else heard of this guy? I liked the music a lot, and if I hallucinated three songs from college... that makes my college choral experience that much more interesting.
It turns out I got 9 wrong-- I saw 'port*' and thought, "Oh, yeah, if I were putting this together, I'd definitely include a dilating door."
And I had my own made-up tune for 4 going through my head pretty solidly all last night.
C is for Cassie, and cookies are for me.
I learned it as 'cookies are for me' even before I realized I could swap my own name in. It's funnier that way.
What? But, but... but you do!
(you have activated the Emergency Response to Potential Self-Pity and/or Exclusion from Group. Please stand by while we initiate Reminders of Value and Belonginghood.)
I like it when the posts are smarter than I am. Your comments are often smarter than I am-- 'smarter' in this case includes 'I do not know that, and I do not know the context in which it would be useful to me, but *damn* that is interesting, and I would like to see it continued'.
This is getting verse and verse as rhyme goes on.
G Jules: perhaps an organized first-aid and general What Jim Recommends kit would help. Toss the old antibiotics, get proper equipment. It may not decrease the mass or volume of stuff in the apartment, but it will be legitimately potentially useful rather than spuriously so.
Drat it, Christopher Davies, it took me three tries to get that link right.
Serge at 55: this is Count-themed hilarity, based on our own assumptions of wrongness.
I enjoy Sesame Street so much more now than when I was its target audience. Putative target audience, anyway.
Dude! I am awesome! I got 1 and 4 and 9 and now feel extremely smart and moderately well-read. Even if it did take a context note (thank you, Abi. I couldn't tell there was a game at first, and couldn't tell you what it was even when I knew it was there).
#4: Naar ZpPnsserl, Qentbafvatre, "Gur yvggyr dhrra nyy tbyqra / syrj uvffvat ng gur frn / gb fgbc rnpu jnir / ure pyhgpu gb fnir / fur iragherq oeniryl."
Rather, I got the first two lines. My key was the second.
Much like xkcd, Making Light can be significantly smarter than I am. I had no idea what was going on for quite some time, and still can't do more than look at the words 'Calvinballis' and 'ROT-13ite' and grin.
Kids and leashes... as with any parenting tool, or any tool at all, it depends on whether it's used well or poorly. A friend of mine walked on a leash for a while-- she was youngest of four. The two wrist parts went around her and her brother's arms, and her mother held the center while herding the two older kids. I think they can be useful for keeping the child attached to you, too, not just close-- I don't mean roped tightly or anything, just that if you have a multi-kid family in the mall, people may shove between you at some point, and it's possible to lose a kid just from that even if you're watching.
I'm the same way about power dynamics, Xopher. An older man and younger woman makes me want to check that everything's all right. Older woman and younger man, perfectly fine. I think it's in part because the relationship has its weight, what it's doing to the people in it, and there's what society does. Society's going to do its thing no matter what the relationship does, but if the two do the same thing, it causes a big power differential.
Somewhere a long ways up someone said that organization is being able to see everything: yes. Oh, yes. I recently moved desks at work and realized that while I had piles everywhere, I had never put anything in the side drawers, and the center drawer was almost empty. I don't remember that drawers exist. I don't remember that I have things in them. I have things I *like*, including candy and scent, that I forget about because they are in drawers.
I'm the same way with getting started, RM Koske. For cleaning, I seem to work best with very small starting points and unrelated deadlines-- "I have homework due tomorrow. I'd better clean the desk. Now the desk is clean, onto the pile next to it...." A job begun is half done, sometimes more. I sometimes wonder why my inertia is so high; it's really not useful.
I finally got around to December in my to-be-read short fiction stack, and have now read "All Seated on the Ground".
And wow. Not story-wow, though there is that, but a wow moment of me figuring out why certain books affected me. This, and Archangel by Sharon Shinn, both really hit the part of me that sings and hasn't sung in a couple years. Choirs. Solos. Being confident in my voice in a way I haven't been since I was seventeen.
It affects me because I have done it, and so I know what it feels like and what it could potentially feel like. The other half of 'write what you know', I guess.
I'm going to be looking at all sorts of books differently now-- there are lots of them that strike that particular chord in me, and I want to see if they're from the same source.
I haven't gotten my money's worth out of my printer, but that's largely because I got it for college and then realized that library printing was not only free but two-sided. Mine is a good little printer, but the paper-grabbing mechanism is misbehaving. It makes sending out stories a bit interesting.
Thank you for the tips on cast iron, Will, but it's all things I already knew: I cannot treat cast iron the way I do the rest of my cookware. It's on the list of housekeeping things to experiment with, but it'll take a few years before I'm worn down by the cast-iron proponents.
I got into a fight of sorts with my mother over Christmas. My job was to clean out my room, after almost six years of not living there in a meaningful way. In the past, I'd had meltdowns because I couldn't throw away anything-- it would either be useful, be meaningful, or be personified-- and people kept giving me stuff. Being Christmas, I had just gotten gifts, so while some were good (grow light for plants, new discman) some were very bad (Pirates III night-light). And I made the mistake of using the word 'crap'.
It was one of those fights where it's really just going over the same thing you thought you'd fought about and put away. I felt awful immediately after.
And now I have two boxes of things I don't actually want but which are potentially useful, personified, or things I really, really wanted when I was younger. Books are staying at family-home for now, pending a gigantic sorting and garage sale.
Xeger, I think the too-clean vs cluttered line is different for everyone. It's kind of like germs-- on one hand, you have someone who sterilizes everything and doesn't tolerate people who don't use bleach wipes as napkins, and on the other, you have someone with mold crawling up the living room walls who says it's okay because it's not in the kitchen. There's a happy middle for everyone, but it's not the same middle.
A test is a shell, so 'testaceous' also means 'having a shell' or 'associated with shells'.
My main problem with cast-iron cookware is that I was raised Teflon, and it is intimidating. It seems like the kind of thing you can't learn without screwing up horribly, and I'm not willing to spend three days soaking and washing and scraping at a pot because I did it wrong the first time. I have read about seasoning and why you can't wash cast iron at the same time as everything else you eat from, but I have no incentive to try it. Why buy cookware I am afraid to use?
Of course, when it comes time to inherit the old Dutch oven and its companion broken-handled pot, I expect there to be blood. Three siblings. Two pots. Fight's in the kitchen, so access to all sorts of interesting weaponry.
I find Pachelbel much more tolerable with a lot of action going on above it. I've been idly looking for years for the recording my first Spanish teacher had, which was quick and bright with trumpets.
I have a thing for brass. We have been over this.
So far I have a string quartet and a chamber bit with a harpsichord. Very swaying, very restful, but no energy.
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