Conservatives Gone Wild by Mark Fiore.
The internet is shrinking, my older bookmarks come up “Page Not Found” in many cases.
A most unreliable way of using and storing data, here today, gone tomorrow?
Another networking format needed, quick!
A nip of Scotch for the tinfoil hatter crowd:
The quartet last night consisted of two euphoniums and two tubas. Some music composed for such a group but much transcribed, often for the better. For example, third movement of the Shostakovich string quartet #3. Talked with Regan afterwards about performing it on a piano scored for four hands.
I get Page Not Found as well.
Cuba having a tough time.
Quite busy however globally, helping the Rooskies
Anything to make a buck…
Den, your “selfie” video was fun! LOVED it, posted it to my wall just now.
Doc, a concert of tubas…ok, two were euphoniums, but still all lower register. It probably was interesting. I probably would have like it.
The quartet records so you can buy a cvd of this music, either now or soon.
In Motus Quartet
Thanks for the condolences for Bonnie.
Jill got off work early today so the two of us could drive to Detroit to see my dying stepfather. We should all be so lucky, all he did was sleep although we could rouse him, and he looked good. Lots of color in his face, his extremities were warm. He doesn’t seem to be suffering at all, and lucky to keep falling asleep. That’s how I want to go.
I told Bob and Jill, if when I keel over and am dying, do NOT keep talking to me, or telling me you love me. Leave me alone so I can be alone with the dying. Don’t interrupt me with chatter.
I thought of that last night and after seeing Bob (same name as my Bob), it seemed cruel when we called his name until he opened his eyes, I felt we were interrupting him. Eyes would close immediately and he slept. I think we need to be alone with death.
Probably pumped full of meds, I hate hospitals for that reason, over-medicate and keep the lawyers at bay.
I want to go in the mountains, a giant boulder smash me to bits in an instant, blending my life juices with the Earth and the critters get the rest.
Grandpa isn’t on anything. They have a port in his right hand but no I.V. hooked up. Plus they aren’t giving him anything by mouth, Marlene (his other stepdaughter, from a different mother) didn’t say he was getting injections. I think they’re just letting him go, it’s what he wanted.
He can be persuaded sometimes to eat something, strawberry ice cream, a doughnut (tiny pieces)…but mostly nothing.
DWF Friday post is in my Facebook news feed, I clicked “like.”
Lotsa people in town for tomorrow’s game.
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