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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
connoisseurs
Senator
I am very grateful you found your way here. I like quite a few of your threads and love most of your stories.
So for you - but also for all the other autors and artists out here - I have a present I hope you like
May the ink allways be with you!
connoisseurs
Senator
Time for a cup of coffee (tea, wine, brandy)?
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
A badly belated, but very heart-felt -
Happy Anal August Month!
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Now I understand why Americans like their coffee cooler than us Brits do.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Anne-Sophie Mutter at Oxford, encores with
J. S. Bach Gigue from Violin Partita in D minor, BWV 1004
In an interview at this month's Salzburg festival, Mutter said, “If there is something like heaven, I’m sure Bach has the key.”
Here are the interview links https://www.nationalreview.com/corner/mutter-and-friends/ and https://ricochet.com/podcast/q-and-a/anne-sophie-mutter-resplendent/
J. S. Bach Gigue from Violin Partita in D minor, BWV 1004
Here are the interview links https://www.nationalreview.com/corner/mutter-and-friends/ and https://ricochet.com/podcast/q-and-a/anne-sophie-mutter-resplendent/
Almost certainly. Bach knew a few things about how to live - his composition rate was phenomenal (Douglas Adams speculated that it was slightly more than any real person could produce in just one lifetime), and he also had a rather large number of children (20 in all). Given that, he seems to have spent his time either doing music or "entertaining"
Mrs. Bach (there were two of them, consecutively, not simultaneously). He must have found time to eat and sleep in there somewhere.
Goodnight, friends...
Tree
Tree
If a Tree isn't cut down in a forest, does he still drink Seagrams, or sleep?
Migoz2
Senator
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
One for the Brits to ponder over while they sip their Triple, Venti, Half Sweet, Non-Fat, Caramel Macchiato.
(For other countries, tanners, bobs and thre'penny bits were small coins, the pools was gambling on soccer results)
Back in the days of tanners and bobs,
When Mothers had patience and Fathers had jobs.
When football team families wore hand me down shoes,
And T.V gave only two channels to choose.
Back in the days of thre'penny bits,
when schools employed nurses to search for your nits.
When snowballs were harmless; ice slides were permitted
and all of your jumpers were warm and hand knitted.
Back in the days of hot ginger beers,
when children remained so for more than six years.
When children respected what older folks said,
and pot was a thing you kept under your bed.
Back in the days of Listen with Mother,
when neighbours were friendly and talked to each other.
When cars were so rare you could play in the street.
When Doctors made house calls and Police walked the beat.
Back in the days of Milligan's Goons,
when butter was butter and songs all had tunes.
It was dumplings for dinner and trifle for tea,
and your annual break was a day by the sea.
Back in the days of Dixon's Dock Green,
Crackerjack pens and Lyons ice cream.
When children could freely wear National Health glasses,
and teachers all stood at the FRONT of their classes.
Back in the days of rocking and reeling,
when mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling.
When woodwork and pottery got taught in schools,
and everyone dreamed of a win on the pools.
Back in the days when I was a lad,
I can't help but smile for the fun that I had.
Hopscotch and roller skates; snowballs to lob.
Back in the days of tanners and bobs.
(For other countries, tanners, bobs and thre'penny bits were small coins, the pools was gambling on soccer results)
Back in the days of tanners and bobs,
When Mothers had patience and Fathers had jobs.
When football team families wore hand me down shoes,
And T.V gave only two channels to choose.
Back in the days of thre'penny bits,
when schools employed nurses to search for your nits.
When snowballs were harmless; ice slides were permitted
and all of your jumpers were warm and hand knitted.
Back in the days of hot ginger beers,
when children remained so for more than six years.
When children respected what older folks said,
and pot was a thing you kept under your bed.
Back in the days of Listen with Mother,
when neighbours were friendly and talked to each other.
When cars were so rare you could play in the street.
When Doctors made house calls and Police walked the beat.
Back in the days of Milligan's Goons,
when butter was butter and songs all had tunes.
It was dumplings for dinner and trifle for tea,
and your annual break was a day by the sea.
Back in the days of Dixon's Dock Green,
Crackerjack pens and Lyons ice cream.
When children could freely wear National Health glasses,
and teachers all stood at the FRONT of their classes.
Back in the days of rocking and reeling,
when mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling.
When woodwork and pottery got taught in schools,
and everyone dreamed of a win on the pools.
Back in the days when I was a lad,
I can't help but smile for the fun that I had.
Hopscotch and roller skates; snowballs to lob.
Back in the days of tanners and bobs.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
True! I must be of the last generation that played football in the middle of the street (at least when it was asphalt, not paved with cobblestones).
Back in the days, around 1970, when TV sets had become widespread, some people started to worry that televison destroyed the social life of neighbourhoods. As formerly, people used to spend lots of time outside, socialising with the neighbours, they all had withdrawn into their houses, watching that flickering piece of furniture all evening!
I wonder what these people would say today, as everybody has his or her own small screen, each one in his or her room! It is with nostalgia that we look back now to these once cursed days that the whole family watched TV together all evening.
(on hindsight these worries from around 1970 were wrong; they ignored that TV brought people together! often people made appointments to watch something together, and definitely (since there were only a few channels, all viewers had more or less watched the same), TV fueled social life, since it gave stuff for discussion the next day, at work, at school, in the shops. Even these people who expressed their worries, took part of it).
Migoz2
Senator
When people who wanted to speak to someone other than face-to-face had to hope that they were actually sat next to their phone! And people arranged to meet at a specific time at a specific place, rather than messaging when they are in the same vicinity.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand. W.B. Yeats
In 19 BCE, The Roman Poet Horace wrote Ars Poetica, advice to poets and dramatists. In it, he warned them not be become irrelevant as the writer who was a laudator temporis acti se puero [a praiser of times past when he was a boy]. Are we become that, dear friends?
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand. W.B. Yeats
In 19 BCE, The Roman Poet Horace wrote Ars Poetica, advice to poets and dramatists. In it, he warned them not be become irrelevant as the writer who was a laudator temporis acti se puero [a praiser of times past when he was a boy]. Are we become that, dear friends?
windar
Teller of Tales
Back before I became a detective, I walked a beat and let me tell you, my feet still hurt...Stan Goldman
And there are still doctors who make house calls https://khn.org/news/doctors-house-calls-saving-money-for-medicare/
I agree with Horace, things were not better except for our bodies if we are beyond a certain age now...
Migoz2
Senator
I, for one, used to watch Star Trek from the 70s till the 90s and want a device like a tricorder. We now all carry ones which are far more powerful than that around in our pockets and take them for granted. (They also allow us to access places like this when we are out and about! So, yay!)
windar
Teller of Tales
But, sadly, the transporter is still only a dream...
