. . . where compact little quarter cellos (?) come to play for me. Well, ok, for everyone in the concourse area because it is a sonorous thing, the cello is. But after complimenting Adam Hurst of Gypsy Cello on the lovely sounds echoing down from the main floor, he spent the latter part of the afternoon playing across from us.


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Hey, it's the twenty-fourth of March! Which means it must be Ada Lovelace Day!

So many awesome women in science and technology to choose to profile, so difficult to narrow it down (even within the realm of things I'm versed enough in to talk about):

• Great radio documentary about women in space exploration: no production company is owning up to ( Read more... )

Even though former Poet Laureat Billy Collins has audio versions* of his writing scattered thither and yon across the internets, I cannot for the life of me find Love, which I came across again today in Nine Horses and is possibly the best poem ever to have the word love affixed to it. There are cellos and quiet moments of perfection. How does no ( Read more... )

Darling Rasputina comes to the City of Entropy in November! And here the rest of us outside Melora's commuting range thought we'd never see them again. Wish I knew more about the venue (?). Hm.

Edit: It occurs to me that I have never enjoyed the choice of venue at any of the concerts I've been to in the City of Entropy. All satisfaction has been ( Read more... )

• 22:58 @ BZedan Apocalyptica FTW! I require all male cellists to wear mesh shirts & leather pants as a result of their influence. Great hair too. #
• 23:04 Cinematic: I am all about movies that have owls inexplicably living in the subway system. It's a weird/good counterpoint to the urban decay. #
• 23:44 Doppelganger: Twitter (Twitter) you (you) are ( ( Read more... )

Dear Management,

Please see fit to have more cello players out at the local farmers' market. Playing Bach sonatas ever so sonorously. With that little glass tip bowl holding a single red rose.

Or perhaps not. I might die of glee. Hmm.

On the other hand, think of the resuscitation opportunities. Hmm!I commend you on the progress you've made so ( Read more... )

A lovely denizen of inourbloomers has come to your aid regarding Rasputina's cover of Baby's Got Back. Now, now. Don't everyone go abusing YouSendIt all at once. Manners!

Because we were a kind, and loving, and attentive audience - sitting on the floor not unlike a kindergarden class, albeit a very palid, pierced and otherwise peculiar sort of kindergarden class - because of this, Melora did confess unto us that:

'I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE (you other brothers can't deny; when a girl walks in with an itty ( Read more... )

• I will be departing tomorrow morning for New Amsterdam, and will be there until Friday. Any methods of communication should therefore be directed towards my mobile. (Just, y'know. Don't text me. I haven't figured out texting yet. BECAUSE I AM OLD.)


• The area code for Brooklyn is now etched in my mind, after trying to arrange things the past few days ( Read more... )

The Ladies' Cello Society is returning to the City of Entropy for a recital in two weeks! Though I shall miss Zoë's lovely be-dreadlock'd presence, it will be nice to see Rasputina in some other weather than the chill and damp.

And maybe, just maybe, they'll play Baby's Got Back in the encore this time. (It's been known to happen ( Read more... )