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January 30, 2021


Kia Ora Beth...I drove out to a spot in the foothills if the Ruahine and went for a walktoday. I couldn’t help but think of how fortunate we here in New Zealand to simply be able to do that. Kia Kaha e hoa. Be safe and be well.

Some paintings are easier to sing/play than others. It's the hemi-demi-semi quavers that would defeat me in Hogarth's Gin Alley. As for any of Turner's "light" masterpieces I'd tend towards Debussy's atmospheric, rhythm-less style - but so far French songs other than the Marseillaise have defeated me. However I feel sure that one of Gainsborough's landscapes could be made to fit an adjusted version of Brahms' Alto Rhapsody. Modigliano's obvious, it got to be Satie.

What a good recurring dream...

And how pleasant to see where your mind and hand travel, near or far. I like the variation in modes here.

Hope all is getting better for you and Jonathan, despite all.

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.