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theladyrose) wrote2005-07-16 02:19 am
theladyrose) wrote2005-07-16 02:19 am
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another look at harmony
I am starting to see why people claim that I am obsessive compulsive, except I'm not. Right.
There's a lot of Harry Potter madness over at the Harvard Coop; there must have been at least 150 people crowded into the bookstore at 11 tonight. Danielle, Sophia, Sophia's roommates, and Filippe (Sophia's roommate's boyfriend or unofficial 3rd roommate) and I waited outside just to see what people were doing. We noticed that quite a few people had arrived in costume (the best one was of Professor Trelwaney whose name I am sure I have misspelled) and many more arrived with painted lightning bolt "scars." The line was ridiculously long, so I'll probably get the book tomorrow or later this week as I still have other required reading to do.
Ellie got me a Phillip Glass compilation from the NY Metropolitain Museum of Art, Up Close, and I've got to say that the more I listen to it the more I believe Glass to be an absolute genius. There are composers who experiment for the sake of trying to attract attention, and there are composers who experiment in order to redefine the elements of musical composition while paying homage to the work of past masters. Glass is of the latter category, but he's the sort of composer whom people immediately worship or hate. Personally I'm intrigued by his redefinition of Impressionism as minimalism in exploring the development of harmonic fragments. To oversimplify somewhat, minimalism is just Impressionism taken to the extreme.
I never cease to be amazed by how pretentious I can sound despite the fact that I have no idea what I'm talking about.
And as a random note: I thought that this article was pretty cool about Israel monitoring the health of models (thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
horosha for the link):
http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,,1528862,00.html#article_continue
There's a lot of Harry Potter madness over at the Harvard Coop; there must have been at least 150 people crowded into the bookstore at 11 tonight. Danielle, Sophia, Sophia's roommates, and Filippe (Sophia's roommate's boyfriend or unofficial 3rd roommate) and I waited outside just to see what people were doing. We noticed that quite a few people had arrived in costume (the best one was of Professor Trelwaney whose name I am sure I have misspelled) and many more arrived with painted lightning bolt "scars." The line was ridiculously long, so I'll probably get the book tomorrow or later this week as I still have other required reading to do.
Ellie got me a Phillip Glass compilation from the NY Metropolitain Museum of Art, Up Close, and I've got to say that the more I listen to it the more I believe Glass to be an absolute genius. There are composers who experiment for the sake of trying to attract attention, and there are composers who experiment in order to redefine the elements of musical composition while paying homage to the work of past masters. Glass is of the latter category, but he's the sort of composer whom people immediately worship or hate. Personally I'm intrigued by his redefinition of Impressionism as minimalism in exploring the development of harmonic fragments. To oversimplify somewhat, minimalism is just Impressionism taken to the extreme.
I never cease to be amazed by how pretentious I can sound despite the fact that I have no idea what I'm talking about.
And as a random note: I thought that this article was pretty cool about Israel monitoring the health of models (thanks to
horosha for the link):http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,,1528862,00.html#article_continue
Unwashed miscreants....
Oh, wait, all prostitutes who get arrested within city limits have to have an STD test, if I remember right.
Ugh, I used to work at a place where my roommate (a guy, not that it matters I guess) would buy all the $2 bills in the morning so he could give them to a stripper who "collected" them, then she would come in and buy a water and ask to exchange them at night. I did what I could to avoid touching those. I would exchange them but tell her just to leave them on the counter because I had to put them in an envelope for the safe so she could get them back the next night. (Lie-- I picked them up with an alcohol wipe and dropped them in a drawer.)
I love debit cards. Thank God somebody thought that up!
Re: Unwashed miscreants....
Re: Unwashed miscreants....