fly me to the moon, or just bed, kthx
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merrilyLast term, my choir sang a whole bunch of songs about mining and miners. The motif was weird, since it's an all-women choir, and mining is really not a female realm, but it created a repertoire that was unexpectedly awesome, because there's a lot of folk music and protest songs in various languages about mining, and so we got to sing stridently in Spanish, briskly in French, and with a great, tender Appalachian twang (which at first made me cringe, but then was oddly freeing).
This term, the motif seems to be "the moon," to which my initial reaction was "gah!" Fortunately, the music seems to be leaning more towards lush orchestration and Rodgers & Hammerstein-esque harmony, as opposed to a celebration of the menses (which, honestly? I wouldn't have been able to do with a straight face).
Also, there is sacred Georgian music that just makes me want to weep from sheer, sustained gorgeousness.
And now, the sleeping, I will be doing it.
This term, the motif seems to be "the moon," to which my initial reaction was "gah!" Fortunately, the music seems to be leaning more towards lush orchestration and Rodgers & Hammerstein-esque harmony, as opposed to a celebration of the menses (which, honestly? I wouldn't have been able to do with a straight face).
Also, there is sacred Georgian music that just makes me want to weep from sheer, sustained gorgeousness.
And now, the sleeping, I will be doing it.
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Date: 2007-09-21 02:06 am (UTC)YOU HAVE LEFT ME WRITING IN CAPS LOCK FOR THE LAST FIFTEEN MINUTES AND I NEVER COMMENT LIKE THIS.
NEVER
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Date: 2007-09-21 03:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-21 03:22 am (UTC)There is a tradition, amongst certain individuals on my own f-list (who you will have never heard of, by and large being of the HP fandom and from MuggleNet) to do the following when discovering one another on LJ and is from that point forward reserved only for birthdays and such special occasions.
*points to icon*
*STREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAKS*
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Date: 2007-09-22 03:32 am (UTC)(Hotmail decreed that your icon was dangerous and solemnly informed me that for my own protection, it had hidden it from view.)