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If it was up to Hannah, her daily schedule would consist of two parts: playing with Play-doh and swimming.
I finally played my Violin after being away from it for 3 months. I sound as terrible as usual :]. After a year of not playing the Circle Of Life, I could still manage to produce the sounds that my instructor had forced me to remember for 5 long hours of training in that small tiny music room at ISB. One problem is that although the sound's produced, I still sound terrible :], yes beautiful music.
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Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars
In the Circle of Life
It's the wheel of fortune
It's the leap of faith
It's the band of hope
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle, the Circle of Life
Elton John, Circle of Life
Lion cubs play on a Kopje while lionesses sleep or look over them.
Serengeti National Park, Tanzania
Played hooky on my virus last night, which is a strange insidious thing, wearing me down a little, making me spacey and peppering my calves with hives (?!) but otherwise leaving me be. So yeah, I pretended to be fine and crossed town to have dinner with a friend who's in town delivering a paper at Northwestern over the weekend at what appears to be a fascinating conference on Visual Democracy. If I'm able to ignore my virus a little more today I'll head over that way again and try to catch a plenary or two.
But to my point: I was looking up a book title that came up with Aric over dinner, and found this waiting for me at Amazon, in that helpful way Amazon has of recommending books just for you based on your past purchases (see: the recommendation I received when I was getting reamed by life) and although I'm not yet convinced that I'll buy their recommendation I was glad to browse through to the first poem of the book which summed up so well so many of the things that came up over that good bowl of cassoulet and the late night stroll that followed through Chicago's public art -- starting with the Dubuffet (which rhymes with cassoulet -- don't pretend you didn't notice), past the Picasso and Miro, the scattering of street people, the shared the cigarettes, Chagall's Mosaic across from the Inland Steel building, on to Calder's Flamingo stabile at Mies' Federal Plaza and then to Millennium Park for a taste of Today -- but back to my point. Which belonged to the evening, which is resident in this fragment from Mary Oliver's Messenger:
let me keep my mind on what matters
which is my work
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished
Or something very much like that. (Although knowing me I won't be able to stand still for very long.)
Tabby and Asa got some new toys this week. Today they are playing with "Pop Up Pirate".
They also got Connect 4, a barrel of monkeys, some playing cards and some crayons but i've already taken too many pics today so pics of those will have to wait, hehe =)