Mar. 19th, 2007

gillpolack: (Default)
I keep wanting to talk about the weather. I think the warm early autumn rain is mouldering my brain. As long as none of the atrophying grey cells end up in Googong Dam, it probably doesn't matter.

Tomorrow night I'm teaching my students about Tisha B'Av. That should really cheer me up*. Tisha B'Av is a font of pain.



*I'm not actually doleful. In fact, yesterday and today were rather nice. The rain makes me feel like a Verlaine poem. Quick, get out of earshot while I sing "Les sanglots longs des violons de l'automne blessent mon coeur d'une langueur monotone."

Now I keep thinking "I have my violin back." *That* would be a dangerous thought. Much worse than than doleur. You have no idea how badly I play. Worse than I sing.

May 2013

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
1213141516 1718
19202122232425
262728293031 

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

  • Style: Midnight for Heads Up by momijizuakmori

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 4th, 2025 06:34 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios