T-Rex Tragedies

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.

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

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.

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.

...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.

from a fantastic style blog: www.seaofshoes.com 

Herr Johann lit the candles for the cake made specially for you.

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.