Harnett-Hargrove

i’m guessing we had the last snowfall of the year a few days ago. We drove home after dark + experienced the spaceship phenomenon of entering another dimension. When driving against the wind + the large snowflakes are lit up in the headlights angled directly toward you, it resembles passage in hyper space.

The Ship Sails On. Bravo! After standing in the wings of a performance my sides ache from holding my breath w/ the opera singers. i knew a singer in Maine who would open the door + sing out Daisy! She wouldn’t dare hurt her voice by screaming for her dog. There must exist a book of singing voice etiquette to look up the correct operatic way to call out.

The designer David Walker said, in answer to a college trying to get him to commiserate,
No, we choose what we want to be, and we pay for it.

i remember asking David if he thought in British accent. He said he never took curtain calls. i always wondered if that was true. 

The best would be at a restaurant table full of professional singers on your birthday. Or, best ever, would be if they mark + sing Happy Birthday off key. Half way through kick it into full opera crescendo expression to the end.

i Went into a posh market today where they put the fresh ground coffee right next to the gourmet chocolate so the aromas mingled to make magic. i appreciated that.

Traveling on the highway, one new it was good Friday because there was a boroboro looking fellow w/ a full size crucifix dragging it annoyingly w/ a roller skate strapped to the base. i reckon he wasn’t expecting the good Samaritan.

Once + again the seasons move like the slow breeze where you can catch them. It’s then you see all of the space between then + now + cant possibly describe all that went on in between.

Melancholia vs. echolalia, w/ accordion.
Enlightenment comes with a headache.

When one is thoroughly practiced in something, it is not necessary to look deliberately. -Yagyu Munenori