sovay's post today (probably safe for work, unless your workplace is opposed to photos of bare-chested men in ponds) made me finally dig up my attempt, years back, to write up Apollo and Hyacinthus as a libretto for a possible one-act chamber opera (what can I say, I had a crush on a gay composer at the time, this was all I could do to catch his eye), ( Read more... )

When I was a kid, even though I generally enjoyed movies and plays, I always felt a sense of dread going into one, and left to my own devices I probably would have backed out. When I was in my twenties, I began to have trouble making myself read fiction - at the time, I thought it was a reaction to having majored in English; that *having* to read ( Read more... )