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Always More To Learn...
Feb. 5th, 2006 10:22 pmThis week was about expanding my little mind. Also banging my head against the wall. Looked through two (ancient/crumbling) Reference copies of translated Sa'di odes/proverbs on Friday in an ongoing attempt to find an Elephant in a haystack. Bowen's "Poems from the Persian" lists no specific source work for "Never make friends with an elephant-keeper" (grrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...). Unless the translations I've scanned are incomplete, his two major works (taken out Wednesday) don't seem to include this bit of advice. One last possible hope is a collection of...um...explicit tales of which authorship is debated by some ("HE wouldn't write something like THAT!!").
Went Saturday AM to a "Storytelling In Performance" lecture which included some actual performance, much to the delight of the organizing professor. Ballades (late-and OOP) and Chansons de geste by graduate students (possibly not early music majors). Skivved off PM lectures to wander around NYPL/LPA at Lincoln Center. Vaudeville exhibit too noisy (filmed performances competed with background music). Nifty/"gently humorous" recorded comedy sketches. Visited "Fools Are Everywhere" to check Mulla Nasruddin stories. B. Otto uses only tales in which Nasruddin is Tamarlane's jester, which incidentally means they sound more "period", whether they date back to period or not. Discovered the CD collection ten minutes before I left, like I discovered Mid-Manhattan's DVD collection. Now enjoying Martin Best, Ensemble Unicorn and a Danny Kaye movie I always meant to see but never got around to.
I live one train ride away (in either direction) from the two greatest public library collections in America.
Today was Chore Day (rejoice with me, for I have a fresh supply of clean undi--er, CLOTHES). Washed fresh spinach for the week (I eat uncooked greens under protest and iceberg/romaine lettuce not at all...), cooked a cauliflower casserole with cheese ("loaded" faux-tatoes). Practiced guitar-and-vocal music (harder for me than patting my head while rubbing my stomach--Gordon Lightfoot I ain't) for subway show. Tonight was an improv show--in one scene, I got to be a reporter in an "eye-in-the-sky" chopper. I've seen improvisors (and comedians) do this type of character with one hand over one ear and using the other hand to bang on their chests. I did the same thing. Not til I got home did I realize that when they do that on TV, it makes a chopper noise because that's where the microphone is. (d'oh!)
Must sleep now.
Went Saturday AM to a "Storytelling In Performance" lecture which included some actual performance, much to the delight of the organizing professor. Ballades (late-and OOP) and Chansons de geste by graduate students (possibly not early music majors). Skivved off PM lectures to wander around NYPL/LPA at Lincoln Center. Vaudeville exhibit too noisy (filmed performances competed with background music). Nifty/"gently humorous" recorded comedy sketches. Visited "Fools Are Everywhere" to check Mulla Nasruddin stories. B. Otto uses only tales in which Nasruddin is Tamarlane's jester, which incidentally means they sound more "period", whether they date back to period or not. Discovered the CD collection ten minutes before I left, like I discovered Mid-Manhattan's DVD collection. Now enjoying Martin Best, Ensemble Unicorn and a Danny Kaye movie I always meant to see but never got around to.
I live one train ride away (in either direction) from the two greatest public library collections in America.
Today was Chore Day (rejoice with me, for I have a fresh supply of clean undi--er, CLOTHES). Washed fresh spinach for the week (I eat uncooked greens under protest and iceberg/romaine lettuce not at all...), cooked a cauliflower casserole with cheese ("loaded" faux-tatoes). Practiced guitar-and-vocal music (harder for me than patting my head while rubbing my stomach--Gordon Lightfoot I ain't) for subway show. Tonight was an improv show--in one scene, I got to be a reporter in an "eye-in-the-sky" chopper. I've seen improvisors (and comedians) do this type of character with one hand over one ear and using the other hand to bang on their chests. I did the same thing. Not til I got home did I realize that when they do that on TV, it makes a chopper noise because that's where the microphone is. (d'oh!)
Must sleep now.
