Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Here. For free, believe it or not.
Update: Also the first Cello Concerto in A Minor by Camille Saint-Saens. This is an amazing piece of work, in which the cellist does all the work while the rest of the orchestra just kinda sits on their asses…not really…they do some work about two thirds of the way through the first movement, but throughout the rest of it it’s that cello guy. Like watching an aircraft carrier being manipulated through a kids’ motocross bicycle track at sixty miles an hour or something.
Makes me think of Lucien LaPorte, who has not been on my mind now for some 23 years or more. Six years before his death he took on the hard work, and I was one of the ass-sitters up in the viola section strumming away. It was a great honor, as at the other end of Mr. Laporte’s career, prior to his immigration to the United States, he had performed under the conducting baton of Saint-Saens himself.
It is far more amazing to watch this in action than to merely listen. I know that’s tough to believe if you can appreciate what’s involved in making a cello play that high; but it’s true. And it’s really something watching an eighty-five year old guy do it, about fifteen feet away from you.
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I didn’t know you played. Learn something new every day, I do.
- philmon | 08/03/2008 @ 21:29