t-rex tragedies
Thanksgiving T-Rex, not Ano-Rex 11/28/2009
 Suitcase to go home to Southern California for the holiday Clothes - Check. Shoes - Check. Flute - Check. Herr Johann - Check.  The T-Rexes came to see Baby Jesus right before the Three Wise Men. They ate the camel afterward so no one really likes to talk about it.  Mein Bruder  Herr Johann prefers unsweetened whipped cream because he's European. Pelle prefers sweetened (and a larger quantity) because he's American.   We picked this giant tub of avocados Thanksgiving morning. After dinner we gave out "Avocado Awards" to coerce the kids to perform. My cousin and I were offered avocados to stop playing.   The Berlin Philharmonic (cond. Simon Rattle) was playing in Davies Hall this weekend (Wagner, Shoenberg, Brahms)! They were incredible. Clean without having wiped away any poetry. And all the men in tails with every shoe pristinely polished. It was the same feeling of insulated perfection I get in some chocolatiers & patisseries, but elevated to the sublime I remember attending a performance of Carmen Fantasy by an exceptionally terrible  (Herr Johann scalded his tongue rushing to finish tea at end of intermission) orchestra last winter (some charity benefit, though I wondered if the actual charity was to offer the orchestra an audience). It was like a realist painter, entirely due to his own ineptitude, creating something of impressionism. I tend to get disproportionately upset by things like that (like when I see a nice clothing design made with poor fabric). I think it's because I think if one decides to endeavor in some creation then they should strive for perfection or not at all.  Then I thought about my own dilettantism in dance, music (and this site), and the joy it brings me. I realized I was not recognizing the joy of creating, differentiated from creation. ..so awful orchestra and cheap clothing, you're okay, I guess. BUT, the Berlin Phil's prom queen, buddha & jesus combined. divine in creating and creation.  Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful! 11/20/2009
My usually viscous honey refused to oblige to gravity. Here it is stoically in its jar. Nothing could be done but spend all morning reading in the bathtub.  "Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves and not anything else, by the immobility of our conception of them." ...or because it's just really cold, Proust.  "he did nothing all morning and spent the afternoon writing up what he'd done in the morning."   "He never did anything to me it's true, but I once played a most shameless nasty trick on him, and the moment I did it, I immediately hated him for it." Don't Thumb-Wrestle Crabs... 11/16/2009
  ...or don't thumb-wrestle Audrey?   Herbert von Crab is smoking because he's from New York. Herr Johann is smoking because he's European. Salmon is smoking to be served with bagels.  Richard Avedon Inspired Portraits 11/13/2009
Avedon would at times evoke reactions from his portrait subjects by guiding them into uncomfortable areas of discussion or asking them psychologically probing questions.  Pelle, would you rather have one of your eyes gouged out or only be able to eat soy products for a day?  Herr Johann, do you think your reputation as sex symbol prevents you from being taken seriously as an artist? Alles Gute zum Geburtstag! 11/10/2009
 Herr Johann lit the candles for the cake made specially for you.   Hitler was a Brontosaurus? 11/08/2009
 Received this image from KelseyLee (from Germany?...can't keep track of your globaltrotting). Herr Johann looked at him smugly, self-satisfied for having traded Hitler for Beethoven. Look what happened when I gave them each a gummy-multivitamin this morning (something Pelle is accustomed to daily)    speaking of t-rexes, glenn gould was hot. 11/03/2009
 "The music that really interest me is inevitably the music with an explosion of simultaneous ideas which counterpoint when its at its best is. And it's music where one implicitly acknowledges the essential equality of those ideas. And I think it follows with that that with really complex counterpointinental textures, one does need a certain deliberation, a certain deliberateness." "I found that it was a rather spooky experience...I recognized the fingerprints but, and it's a really big but, I could not recognize or identify with the spirit of the person. It really seemed like some other spirit..." "It wears its heart on it's sleeve. it seems to say, ''Please take note: This is Tragedy.' It doesn't have the dignity to bear its suffering with a hint of quiet resignation." -Glenn Gould |
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