Bad day on Tuesday—car, car, car. Big car, big expenses. It’s the “oh shite” factor we live with when we have things. I would so love to live in a neighborhood where I could walk to any store to get anything I need. *Sigh*
So I’ll wait for the Splendor to return. Which surely it will. And the best part, the “kids” don’t care one bit. We’ll just all snuggle together. Good night Moon.
Nature’s Beauty Photo Credit
And practicing Sloth, a view of early Christian woman who broke a few rules and lived to punish themselves. I also came across these rather clever—if not entirely respectful—images from Atlas Obscura.
But, my all time favorite from the list of early Christian women radicals, a true, productive, and accomplished radical: Our Dear Saint Hildegarda. She, fighting against the constraints, and sometimes evil patriarchal system, wrote songs that hid the full severity of her criticisms. She was much more direct in her criticisms of the Church and hierarchal system when she wrote to other women. While preaching, writing, singing, and praying, she also managed to create her own language. The language, a Lingua Ignota (Latin for unknown language) was described by her and apparently used for mystical purposes. [Is this the “speaking in tongues” become writ?]
More on our dear Hilde: Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179) was a remarkable woman, a “first” in many fields. At a time when few women wrote, Hildegard, known as “Sybil of the Rhine”, produced major works of theology and visionary writings. When few women were accorded respect, she was consulted by and advised bishops, popes, and kings. She used the curative powers of natural objects for healing, and wrote treatises about natural history and medicinal uses of plants, animals, trees and stones. She is the first composer whose biography is known. She founded a vibrant convent, where her musical plays were performed. Although not yet canonized, Hildegard has been beatified, and is frequently referred to as St. Hildegard. Revival of interest in this extraordinary woman of the middle ages was initiated by musicologists and historians of science and religion. Less fortunately, Hildegard’s visions and music had been hijacked by the New Age movement, whose music bears some resemblance to Hildegard’s ethereal airs. Her story is important to all students of medieval history and culture and an inspirational account of an irresisible spirit and vibrant intellect overcoming social, physical, cultural, gender barriers to achieve timeless transcendence.
This depiction is showing the inspiration of the Holy Ghost, or Spirit in the form of the fire that enters her head (mind) from above.
And the artist. And Music. Apparently, from the clipped note above, Mozart and Haydn did indeed have fun so who’s to say they didn’t drop the occasional joke into the music score?
There are many notes and quoted letters that attest to Mozart’s potty mouth. He loved the scatalogical and seemed to have the sensibilities of a fifth grader. All of which you’d never know from the posed photos.
Both posts are from Tutti Mozart on Facebook. You might want to look at the page.
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Many of our artists have fun with what they do like our friend Bosch—a great example. I wonder how many writers and painters and other artists have played a joke within their works, only to have those things slip by us. Not that it would matter to the creator, I’m sure. The fun is in the doing, yes?
And then, someone took the notes (in Gregorian Chant) from the butt and played them. The score was then placed on the pianist’s blog where it has gained much attention. Here is the link to the music: http://www.newsok.com/article/3933917
Sitting at the piano in the Adams Recital Hall at Oklah
oma Christian University, honors student Amelia Hamrick performed the 27-second piece of music that she discovered on a more than 500-year-old painting by Hieronymus Bosch. And what did she call the music she played and posted? Why, Butt Music, of course.
…obsession takes hold. This is a photo of Rainbow Lorikeets that was posted on the Bing background/desktop photo. I wanted to clip the single parakeet that is looking at us, sitting on top of the branch. As a result, I have missed two regularly scheduled appointments, haven’t done any writing, and was unable to achieve the objective as intended.
And yet, and still, I’ve learned a great deal about MS-OneNote and Clipper, (no, they are not the same as it turns out) a great deal about Bing, and once more wondered about my control of self. I guess the latter is called self-control, but I’m not sure. This doesn’t exactly feel like that. I think self-control relates to the ability to stop before entering the path. (Which I can do, if planned.) Once on the path itself, it may be impossible to stop before completion of the goal.
Maybe this is why we find after death, a composer’s sheets are black from not washing. This might have been Debussy but I’m not certain. And why Beethoven walked into a cafe, ordered lunch, then left without eating. A while later he came back in and ordered lunch again. I don’t know if he ate that time, or if the lunch was the same as before. Those more interesting details seem always neglected. Like: did they charge him twice? Did he do it so often that they kept his order and just reheated it? What?
And then, my inability to control my driving forces is no longer humorous. Well, maybe a little. I’m sure I could manage if something a little more rewarding were offered at a stopping point. At least I sincerely believe so.
Writers Ink—Writing and Stuff 