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Living Musically: Prepare Ye

D: What, pray tell, are we preparing for? A: . . . um, May Day? Beltane? D: Really? Because I’m pretty certain that Prepare Ye the way of the Lord has nothing to do with Beltane. A: Not even if we’re going to Sing About Love? D: . . . Still not going with it.Continue reading “Living Musically: Prepare Ye”

It Lives!

D: Picture it, if you will – a bent figure emerges from a nest of blankets and coffee cups. It stumbles. Its legs are weak and it is nearly overcome by the debris that surrounds it. It is A. She went into the weekend an uncertain warrior, and has emerged. . . Victorious! 5 signsContinue reading “It Lives!”

Writing with myself

D: A? A, where are you? A, we have a post to write. A: (muffled) I’m over here. D: What are you doing over there? How did you manage to get in there, anyway? Is that a – wait, I don’t want to know what that is. A: I’m hiding. D: Did they finally fingerContinue reading “Writing with myself”

One simply did

D: One simply did what, A? Gods above, woman, your titles are all over the place – could you at least have a complete thought? A: Would you like to take over the blog? D: I thought you’d never ask. I was thinking, the color scheme– A: D, that was rhetorical. No. D: Well, itContinue reading “One simply did”

Adventure calls

This summer’s catch phrase was “I’m going on an Adventure.” I’d like to thank Bilbo and Company, and particularly Mr. Freeman and Mr. Shore, for making the line so charming. Freeman’s delivery, coupled with Shore’s score, was perfect. I have listened to it so many times this summer that they are intrinsically linked in myContinue reading “Adventure calls”

Phoning it in

D: I can’t believe you’re typing this on your phone. A: I know – watch out for autocorrect fails. D: Auto-what? A it’s bad enough you didn’t listen to your intuition and do this at lunch. Must you add insult to injury? A: Yes? Anyway, this is supposed to be my first-of-the-month, Rome Construction CrewContinue reading “Phoning it in”

One does not simply

D: A? A, are you ok? A: Grumph! D: I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that. A: Harumph garumph! D: Are you attempting to learn a new language? I know it may or may not be a Pre- Indo-European language, but Pict doesn’t sound like that. A: Gah! D: Uh. . . A? A: SorryContinue reading “One does not simply”

Double, double, toil and trouble

. . . Sean stood in the doorway, watching them, hating them. He didn’t want to care – their fight, their belief – he wanted it to mean nothing to him. “You would hate them for their love of country?” “Pardon?” Sean tried to turn around, but something in that deep voice forbade it. “YourContinue reading “Double, double, toil and trouble”