Good morning, all! I'm listening to Mozart's Mass in C and feeling close to something spiritual. I think I've mentioned before my theories on God and religion, but Mozart's about as close as I can get to explaining a higher diety; every note he comitted to paper seems to me touched by the highest form of heavenly grace.
DRs Ann and Joey, best of luck with that oratorio by Mendel's son Felix; is there anything more beautiful in ELIJAH than the women's trio "Lift Thine Eyes"? What a stunner!
Today's a madcap sunday, where I would have preferred a more liesurely pace: off to the recording office for a few rounds of BABES; I want to tackle some questions on "The March of the Toys." After that, my friends Cathie and Alice are showing up to look at some books and videos I'm tossing. Alice is principal of a school in the Bronx, and Cathie and I are opera fanatics. Last year, when I weeded out a lot of books and things after the bookcases collapsed, I pulled some things for Alice's school. She'll sort through them and see if anything's good.
So, tomorrow I'll sleep late.
We were so poor as kids that bologna was a staple part of our diet, both at home and as school lunches. I loathe the stuff. I do love grilled bratwurst, however, with sauerkraut and mustard.
One of the Farrelly brothers wrote a lovely biographical novel, BEYOND PROVIDENCE, which made a rather good film.