Five Things Make a Post: Sleepy Wednesday Evening Edition
Music Recently, whilst downloading some music from iTunes, it occurred to me to download some music I remember with fondness from the '70s. (Yes, yes, I'm a child of the '70s and there was music I liked. So sue me.) One tune of which I had fond memories was Love's Theme by Barry White's Love Unlimited Orchestra (with wicka-wacka guitar and everything). (And let's be clear: This piece wasn't disco, it was symphonic soul.) I downloaded it and played it, and what was amazing to me is how powerful my memory of the song it. I remember every point and counterpoint, every turn of the melody, the French horns kicking in about halfway through, everything crystal clear and I haven't heard it in years. And I still like it as much as I did then. The human mind is an amazing thing.
Dance I've signed up for a beginning belly dance class to start mid-July. I've been wanting to do this for a while, and with the goad of a convenient Groupon, I've done it at last. I'm looking forward to it.
Sleepy The last couple of days I've been outrageously sleepy, which has made things especially hard to get done, especially in the evenings. I'm dealing with it again tonight and it's especially hard now because I still have to do my Write-a-Thon wordcount.
Spanky I have received some wonderful love and support from my community in the wake of Spanky's passing. I received a PAWS donation in his memory, care of garyomaha and elusive_m, bless them, and condolence cards yesterday from the vet who helped Spanky on his journey last Thursday night, and today from his regular vet, who remembered him both as a lover and a fighter--and he knew Spank in both ways. I couldn't help but smile.
Movie Went and saw Werner Herzog's Cave of Forgotten Dreams tonight with e_bourne and markbourne, a film about Chauvet Cave in France, where the world's very oldest cave paintings were discovered in 1994. The film is shown in 3D so viewers can see the play of light over the cave walls, and how the paintings flow over the curves and shapes of the natural rock. It's a remarkable film, documenting a cave that won't be accessible to anyone who isn't a scientist connected with the research so that the rest of the world can see this treasure of human history. The paintings are amazing. Herzog's narrative includes some of the curious mystical speculation he seems prone to (and which inspires in me a peculiar sort of affection for him), and the film ends with an odd epilogue not quite connected with the rest of the movie. Still, the glimpse into this otherworldly gallery of cave art as old as the human spirit is a wonderful experience and I'm glad we were able to go. Herzog has done the rest of the world a wonderful service by making this film.
Dance I've signed up for a beginning belly dance class to start mid-July. I've been wanting to do this for a while, and with the goad of a convenient Groupon, I've done it at last. I'm looking forward to it.
Sleepy The last couple of days I've been outrageously sleepy, which has made things especially hard to get done, especially in the evenings. I'm dealing with it again tonight and it's especially hard now because I still have to do my Write-a-Thon wordcount.
Spanky I have received some wonderful love and support from my community in the wake of Spanky's passing. I received a PAWS donation in his memory, care of garyomaha and elusive_m, bless them, and condolence cards yesterday from the vet who helped Spanky on his journey last Thursday night, and today from his regular vet, who remembered him both as a lover and a fighter--and he knew Spank in both ways. I couldn't help but smile.
Movie Went and saw Werner Herzog's Cave of Forgotten Dreams tonight with e_bourne and markbourne, a film about Chauvet Cave in France, where the world's very oldest cave paintings were discovered in 1994. The film is shown in 3D so viewers can see the play of light over the cave walls, and how the paintings flow over the curves and shapes of the natural rock. It's a remarkable film, documenting a cave that won't be accessible to anyone who isn't a scientist connected with the research so that the rest of the world can see this treasure of human history. The paintings are amazing. Herzog's narrative includes some of the curious mystical speculation he seems prone to (and which inspires in me a peculiar sort of affection for him), and the film ends with an odd epilogue not quite connected with the rest of the movie. Still, the glimpse into this otherworldly gallery of cave art as old as the human spirit is a wonderful experience and I'm glad we were able to go. Herzog has done the rest of the world a wonderful service by making this film.