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ewein2412Saw the National Theatre of Scotland's co-production with Improbable of The Wolves in the Walls. Yes, it is based, text and set, on the picture book by Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean. It was very good, and the children were riveted; they have been going around all week singing the songs from it, which I find very impressive as I instantly forgot them all.
(My only complaint would be that they maybe chose the wrong Neil Gaiman work to dramatize… there's really only so much s-t-r-e-t-c-c-c-c-h-h-h-h-i-n-g you can do to turn a 32 page picture book into a musical. Actually I think it is a little longer than 32 pages, but it's still got a 32-page picture book's text and plot.)
My recorder group gave a CONCERT! A real public performance (we have done a couple of private performances), in a church with an audience of about 150 people. I suspect it was the first public performance for more than half of us. Thanks to advice from my bass recorder's former owner, I now know how to make it behave itself and produce consistent and lovely sound. When he read my recorder group post here he pointed out that he gave me my bass recorder not because there was anything wrong with it, but because he was downsizing his belongings to fit in a backpack. I have even greater respect for it now (and am waiting for him to ask for it back…)
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katranides asked me the other day how come I hadn't posted here for a while. "Hasn't a bird done something unexpected in the garden that made you stop to think and give you the urge to share the experience?"
Am I really that… ummm… flighty? Or are we all?
Actually I write LJ entries in my head all the time. I wrote one in my head on Monday while I was bicycling (with the recorder group/babysitting circle/badminton/book group people). We have had a couple of weeks of utterly GLORIOUS weather--yesterday it even hit "the sizzling seventies" (I have got an ancient Manchester Guardian clipping in my possession that actually uses this phrase). We cycled past lambs and narcissi and blossoming thorn and sand martins along the Tay, and saw a lapwing and a heron, and at one point my friend Sarah exclaimed, "God, we are SO lucky to live here." And she is right. I saw a GOLDEN EAGLE the other day, on my way to Sunday morning ringing at Dunkeld--and a herd of deer. Seals come up the river sometimes, right into the city of Perth, chasing salmon.
I have been in Scotland 6 years now and I am starting to take it for granted, I think. It really is a lovely place to be.
(My only complaint would be that they maybe chose the wrong Neil Gaiman work to dramatize… there's really only so much s-t-r-e-t-c-c-c-c-h-h-h-h-i-n-g you can do to turn a 32 page picture book into a musical. Actually I think it is a little longer than 32 pages, but it's still got a 32-page picture book's text and plot.)
My recorder group gave a CONCERT! A real public performance (we have done a couple of private performances), in a church with an audience of about 150 people. I suspect it was the first public performance for more than half of us. Thanks to advice from my bass recorder's former owner, I now know how to make it behave itself and produce consistent and lovely sound. When he read my recorder group post here he pointed out that he gave me my bass recorder not because there was anything wrong with it, but because he was downsizing his belongings to fit in a backpack. I have even greater respect for it now (and am waiting for him to ask for it back…)
katranides asked me the other day how come I hadn't posted here for a while. "Hasn't a bird done something unexpected in the garden that made you stop to think and give you the urge to share the experience?"Am I really that… ummm… flighty? Or are we all?
Actually I write LJ entries in my head all the time. I wrote one in my head on Monday while I was bicycling (with the recorder group/babysitting circle/badminton/book group people). We have had a couple of weeks of utterly GLORIOUS weather--yesterday it even hit "the sizzling seventies" (I have got an ancient Manchester Guardian clipping in my possession that actually uses this phrase). We cycled past lambs and narcissi and blossoming thorn and sand martins along the Tay, and saw a lapwing and a heron, and at one point my friend Sarah exclaimed, "God, we are SO lucky to live here." And she is right. I saw a GOLDEN EAGLE the other day, on my way to Sunday morning ringing at Dunkeld--and a herd of deer. Seals come up the river sometimes, right into the city of Perth, chasing salmon.
I have been in Scotland 6 years now and I am starting to take it for granted, I think. It really is a lovely place to be.
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Date: 2006-05-12 07:17 am (UTC)I too write postings in my head all the time.
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Date: 2006-05-12 07:58 am (UTC)Before LiveJournal, I used to write them in my head as New Yorker articles. I guess I have downsized.
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Date: 2006-05-12 08:22 am (UTC)Mine have always been journal entries--for decades I kept a tiny journal n my purse for instant writings, and I abandoned it fifteen years ago when I realized I was just pouring out the same anxiety crap that I did not want to read. So the impuse is there, still, forming words in my head in situ.
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Date: 2006-05-12 08:36 am (UTC)Congratulations...
Date: 2006-05-14 07:44 am (UTC)I've avoided a diary since middle school, for the same reason sartorias gives. The odd, anonymously public nature of a blog (http://caitmcq.blogspot.com/) suits me; it inhibits the more tedious stories and makes me think differently about my words.
In my head, before the blog, the posts were National Public Radio spots.
Scotland
Date: 2006-05-31 01:30 pm (UTC)Since more than half of my ancestors came from Scotland, I suppose that is natural atavism on my part.
My husband, who's of Norman descent? Well I suppose he just has a natual urge to invade it....
Re: Scotland
Date: 2006-05-31 01:42 pm (UTC)Re: Scotland
Date: 2006-05-31 01:45 pm (UTC)Re: Scotland
Date: 2006-05-31 01:49 pm (UTC)