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valis2The class was for my mom's senior citizen ladies group, and they were all either lovely and beaming, or cranky and frowning. It was definitely an experience. My mom really wanted people to attend, so she halved the cost of the class and then paid for the other half herself, which kind of devalued my craft, but was sweet of her. Twelve people showed up, so it was kind of crazy. I expected five or six.
Some funny/introspection-provoking things that happened...
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We parked in the parking lot of a store and got out of the van, heading towards the front door. A cute rural guy was coming out of the store and walking towards a pickup truck that contained a very shaggy dalmation mix. The dog was excited as hell and was barking up a storm. The guy said, "No, that's my seat! Stay on your seat!" and sighed in a very cute way as he approached the driver's side door. He went to open the door but couldn't. "She locked it!" he said. He ran to the other side, saying "I'd better get to that side before she locks it too!" It was highly amusing.
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We were in a small town. It is a very cute little town, with a lovely B&B, and several interesting restaurants and shops. We were walking down the sidewalk when I realized that the man who just passed us was carrying a chainsaw.
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I had a dream where someone explained the internet term PWNed to me and I was like, hey! thanks! Until just about a minute ago, when I realized that it was a dream and I still don't know what it means.
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I came back to skip?=420, which is pretty impressive for not quite four days.
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A gallery took on some of my more high-end pieces. Not quite a victory, because I'm not certain they'll sell. I even brought her a display piece and suggested my more economical and popular things, but she went straight for the Cursed Piece, which has been displayed at countless shows for years and has never sold (it is $350). I am kind of sad about this turn of events. I thought she'd be a good account.
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bookwench2096 is going to laugh, laugh, laugh...my father is considering purchasing a Jeep.
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I re-read about twenty chapters of tLS, and noticed several small one word errors. Such as "suspicious" for "suspicions" (happened twice, actually). I did not note any of them because I intend to read it all through on the computer and correct there, and the printed out copy I had with me is so dog-eared and tattered and already has three rounds of revisions inked upon it. I just couldn't think of a new symbol for the fourth round. What will actually happen is I'll start to re-read it on the computer and I'll gloss right over the problems because I won't read it as thoroughly as I did over the weekend.
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Funniest line from the new batch ofmctabby's Summary Executions:
Harry is brually bashed, so is Draco, Harry befriends the four founders, Ginny falls pregnant, Hermione falls in love. Claire is a trashy death eater from france.
Is it wrong that I now want to write the epic tail of Claire the Trashy Death Eater?
I just noticed that I typed "tail" instead of "tale", completely by accident, and that it is actually rather apropos.
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Watched Phantom of the Opera movie with the parental units. It was overwrought. I loved the beginning, with the incredible organ music and the chandelier and the b&w going to color, fabulous, gave me chills, but the rest of it...meh. I laughed out loud at many inappropriate moments and now my parents think I'm a bit bonkers. It was just so silly and...overwrought. Though I found myself consumed with the idea of it. The thought of a hidden world under the opera house, where the music reverberates and resonates, and candles light themselves...it's a bit delicious, really.
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Went to a little rural farm and purchased some herbs. My mother was wandering off in her usual rapid manner, so my father and I were standing there, looking at the beautiful piece of land where the farm is located. My father looked around, and said, "I want to own land like this" and also mentioned, in a beautiful, short set of words, that he wants to feel some sort of connection, that he wants to have this feeling of the land in his heart. It nearly made me cry, standing there holding my three pitiful plants, wishing that land could make everything right. He mentioned that he loves watching this show called McLeod's Daughters (sp) and that they ride horses or drive across the land, and it makes him so aware of it. He said that he often thinks that he could have lived his life in so many different ways. We all have so many choices, so many directions, and I stood there looking at this beautiful piece of property, and thought about the breadth of experience, the hope of seeing one thing more in your life, and my sweet, loving father, and was moved.
Some funny/introspection-provoking things that happened...
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We parked in the parking lot of a store and got out of the van, heading towards the front door. A cute rural guy was coming out of the store and walking towards a pickup truck that contained a very shaggy dalmation mix. The dog was excited as hell and was barking up a storm. The guy said, "No, that's my seat! Stay on your seat!" and sighed in a very cute way as he approached the driver's side door. He went to open the door but couldn't. "She locked it!" he said. He ran to the other side, saying "I'd better get to that side before she locks it too!" It was highly amusing.
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We were in a small town. It is a very cute little town, with a lovely B&B, and several interesting restaurants and shops. We were walking down the sidewalk when I realized that the man who just passed us was carrying a chainsaw.
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I had a dream where someone explained the internet term PWNed to me and I was like, hey! thanks! Until just about a minute ago, when I realized that it was a dream and I still don't know what it means.
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I came back to skip?=420, which is pretty impressive for not quite four days.
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A gallery took on some of my more high-end pieces. Not quite a victory, because I'm not certain they'll sell. I even brought her a display piece and suggested my more economical and popular things, but she went straight for the Cursed Piece, which has been displayed at countless shows for years and has never sold (it is $350). I am kind of sad about this turn of events. I thought she'd be a good account.
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bookwench2096 is going to laugh, laugh, laugh...my father is considering purchasing a Jeep.------
I re-read about twenty chapters of tLS, and noticed several small one word errors. Such as "suspicious" for "suspicions" (happened twice, actually). I did not note any of them because I intend to read it all through on the computer and correct there, and the printed out copy I had with me is so dog-eared and tattered and already has three rounds of revisions inked upon it. I just couldn't think of a new symbol for the fourth round. What will actually happen is I'll start to re-read it on the computer and I'll gloss right over the problems because I won't read it as thoroughly as I did over the weekend.
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Funniest line from the new batch of
mctabby's Summary Executions:Harry is brually bashed, so is Draco, Harry befriends the four founders, Ginny falls pregnant, Hermione falls in love. Claire is a trashy death eater from france.
Is it wrong that I now want to write the epic tail of Claire the Trashy Death Eater?
I just noticed that I typed "tail" instead of "tale", completely by accident, and that it is actually rather apropos.
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Watched Phantom of the Opera movie with the parental units. It was overwrought. I loved the beginning, with the incredible organ music and the chandelier and the b&w going to color, fabulous, gave me chills, but the rest of it...meh. I laughed out loud at many inappropriate moments and now my parents think I'm a bit bonkers. It was just so silly and...overwrought. Though I found myself consumed with the idea of it. The thought of a hidden world under the opera house, where the music reverberates and resonates, and candles light themselves...it's a bit delicious, really.
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Went to a little rural farm and purchased some herbs. My mother was wandering off in her usual rapid manner, so my father and I were standing there, looking at the beautiful piece of land where the farm is located. My father looked around, and said, "I want to own land like this" and also mentioned, in a beautiful, short set of words, that he wants to feel some sort of connection, that he wants to have this feeling of the land in his heart. It nearly made me cry, standing there holding my three pitiful plants, wishing that land could make everything right. He mentioned that he loves watching this show called McLeod's Daughters (sp) and that they ride horses or drive across the land, and it makes him so aware of it. He said that he often thinks that he could have lived his life in so many different ways. We all have so many choices, so many directions, and I stood there looking at this beautiful piece of property, and thought about the breadth of experience, the hope of seeing one thing more in your life, and my sweet, loving father, and was moved.
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Date: 2005-05-15 08:56 am (UTC)Claire the Trashy Death Eater (from france) sounds like a story begging to be told. maybe she has bad garlic breath.
PWNed...ive had dreams like that where i uncover some amazing secret of the universe, and get all excited, only to wake up and find this new knowledge has mysteriously evaporated. bummer.
i enjoyed reading this entry of yours, it sounds like you had a wonderfully relaxing time there.
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Date: 2005-05-15 04:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-15 09:17 am (UTC)Welcome back... Sounds like a fun trip!
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Date: 2005-05-15 04:16 pm (UTC)I used to watch a Country Practice years ago, and told them they'd love it, but they never had time then. Now that they've retired they have plenty of time for things like this.
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Date: 2005-05-15 10:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-05-15 02:09 pm (UTC)Your dad sounds like a wonderfully reflective man.
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Date: 2005-05-15 04:18 pm (UTC)It was partially to encourage enrollment, and partially something else...
My dad is awesome. I wish everyone could have a dad like him, honest.
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Date: 2005-05-15 03:35 pm (UTC)*keels over and dies of shame*
It happens every time, even with my own beta, but it still makes me cringe.
Your dad sounds wonderful. I wish I had parents I could talk to like that. A lot of people don't, so you should treasure them.
It sounds like a great trip. We moved to the country ten years ago, and it was an adjustment. One day I looked out the front door and saw two kids leading a lamb down the street. I kind of take these things for granted now.
Marianne
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Date: 2005-05-15 04:20 pm (UTC)Other things I noticed were tiny, extra sentences that really added nothing, so I will be cutting a few of those too.
Plus I want to fix the problem that you mentioned of having too many paragraphs that contain nothing but tiny sentences.
I love my dad, he's one of the best things in my life. He's wonderful. My mom is a little batty, but my dad makes up for it.
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Date: 2005-05-15 05:35 pm (UTC)There's no question that the overall story of Leroux's PHANTOM OF THE OPERA is an intriguing one, which would account for all the various films and theater pieces made from it over the years. I think the problem with Andrew Lloyd Webber's version is that it gets bogged down in endless sidetracking and singing, plus the pace gets slowed to a crawl because of the operatic style of the music. I mean, of course I understand why he made those choices, but you just get tired of it long before it's over.
I've always been fond of the 1940's film version with Claude Rains as the Phantom -- and then of course there is that weird and haunting famous silent version with Lon Chaney. There's actually a whole OTHER musical version (called simply PHANTOM, by Maury Yeston, in most ways a far more interesting composer than Andrew Lloyd Webber), which is more intelligent but also a lot more satirical. There are numerous other film versions or variations (including a 1960's Hammer film with Herbert Lom and a weird set-in-Hollywood version called PHANTOM OF PARADISE from the 1970's).
I once had the privilege of conducting something at the Academy of Music in Philadelphia, which is a grand old hall built in the 19th century and at one time or another the site of concerts by every famous classical musician who came to America in the last 125 years. It's old-as-can-be feeling, but the weirdest thing about it is that it was built on a huge hollow cement cistern (that supposedly has water in it way down in the bottom), for esoteric acoustic reasons. But someone who worked there took me down to see it, and you literally wander around under the theater in this dark, damp tunnel-ish area in which there is a giant dark hole that you can't even really see into. When I was in that building, I realized what the whole Paris Opera thing must be like, as supposedly there was some kind of cave/tunnel thing built under it too (the source of the fictional image of the Phantom living down there in caves that connect to the rest of Paris or something).
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Date: 2005-05-15 06:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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