I LOVE when I am right!

We watch the Academy Awards in my house. My dad doesn't like them but he never leaves, and mum and I just do 'cause we can. It's fun. Anyway, I watch the trailers for movies early in the year, and then pick the ones I think are best, and watch those. Then the nominations roll around and little happy dances happen if I have seen at least two of the movies in Best Picture. I had. This year. My favorite film won.

If you haven't seen The King's Speech, you should. It is good.

GERONIMO

This is my whine session

I have to laugh every time I read a blog wherein it is stated that the writer would like to think that the keep an honest blog but don't want to be a downer. I feel no such obligation.

It has been a roller coaster of a week. I'm all happy happy, then I burst into tears. I haven't liked it one einsy tinesy little bit. I haven't had a week like this since I was about 16. GRRR. But thank goodness, my week of messy stuff is over.

Good stuff. And moving on.

Cowichan Music Festival

I have never met a time gobbler like music festival. In past years, when someone would ask me what I was doing and the question coincided with music festival, the answer was very clear. 6 solos, 2 choirs and dance, was my average throughout festival, but this year I watched. And I'm pooped. It is incredibly hard work to sit and watch.
Can I offer an apology to all the mums who I thought shouldn't be tired after just watching?

Mind you, being grilled be my music teacher after each performance on what was brilliant and what, as a teacher I would improve, might account for some of my fatigue.
Baby singers are just darling. Piles of music stuck in my head now. It has been a long, long, longlonglong week. Fun week. So much fun.

"All music is folk music, I ain't never heard no horse sing a song."

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RIP

Basil, my cat, got put down yesterday.

I wanna go somewhere.

My passport is naked. No stamps. This is an epic calamity. I am having to plan future trips, which are mostly fantasy, just to keep my green eyed monster at a dull roar. So sad.
I WANNA GO SOMEWHERE!!!
 (Sorry) Sigh.

Your truth, my truth schmuck.

Have you ever lucked up the definition of truth in a dictionary. No? I just did.
Talks about honesty and established facts. Didn't really sound like a lot of leeway to me. But you know I was just looking it up in the dictionary. Maybe you can find a truth that you like form a different source. Just saying.

"The truth which makes men free is for the most part the truth which men prefer not to hear."

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Language

I have noticed a trend in my music choices lately. It is a prevailing trend throughout my life that I am only recently cottoning on to. It all comes down to the words.

I love the English language. The power of a beautifully constructed sentence is chilling. In the terms of what I find more powerful, I am a prose girl. Don't get me wrong, I like poetry. Just not quite the same way. Poetry is often just a little too lush and dense.

The sentences that catch me off guard enough to make me cry (ya, I cry over words) are sparse, bare and placed into space. It sits on the tongue waiting to said. To be rolled and tasted.

 (Something should be said here. It felt unfinished. Didn't it?)

Humph. I might love the English language, but my grasp of it is rudimentary. I have this ephemeral idea in my mind, and I am not sure the above post conveys what I was trying to say.

Oh well.

"I like to beholden to the great metropolitan English speech, the sea which receives tributaries from every region under heaven."

GERONIMO