Okay, I like the Olympics. (Okay, I'm something approaching addicted to the Olympics. Both seasons.) I like Rimsky-Korsakov. Scheherazade is a piece I've enjoyed since I was in middle school and was given a cassette tape of it ( Read more... )

I ended up going out to the Pigs & Peaches Festival in Kennesaw on Saturday, where I once again learned that I should listen to that little voice of caution inside my head. I thought about getting some sunscreen and wearing a hat, but I figured I wouldn't be out that long. Somewhere in the back of that rationalization was the thought that it wasn't ( Read more... )