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MBPU: Still Most Boring.
Prof Gilderoy Lockhart: Still interesting, and now he's bringing in speakers. One of whom mentioned, in his presentation on Canada's foreign trade policies, that we should really read Lockhart's latest book, it's got lots of ideas that Foreign Affairs really wants to put into place. Lockhart, of course, looked all modest and the rest of us kind of smirked a little - politely, that is. As if Lockhart could teach a class and not use his own (ridiculously overpriced) (... because it's well-written, damn him) book as our text.
Gotta love Ottawa U: the Muslim-Jewish Student's Association is hosting a talk entitled "Moral and Ethical Dilemmas of the Palestinian-Israeli Conflict." They'll probably even serve bagels and halal meat slices.
Choir: Lovely, lovely, lovely. We're doing a concert of only Canadian choral compositions, and instead of making me want to pierce my eardrums with a bayonet to prevent hearing any of it, I'm actually finding them all quite beautiful. Either Canadian composers suddenly got good, or I need a frontal lobotomy.
Nobody at choir would notice if I had one, though.
There's a scene in Brave New World, where Lenina Crowne takes a lot of soma before listening to some guy talk about the Savages, and all she does is smile sunnily and say, "You don't say!" every time he pauses to gauge her reaction. I'm taking that as inspiration to perfect my look of vapid cheerful innocence whenever little spats bubble up among the sopranos wrt who knows the music and who's going flat and blah blah.
Oh! And I'm singing a bunch of high As in Freedom Song Trilogy, doing the Greek plainsong descant with two other sopranos while the rest of the choir sings the African chorus and a soloist sings Amazing Grace.
And good GOD, it's amazing. We haven't even got it all learned, and it's already transcendent. Despite the fact that my two partners aren't pleased at each other's singing.
"You don't say!"
Prof Gilderoy Lockhart: Still interesting, and now he's bringing in speakers. One of whom mentioned, in his presentation on Canada's foreign trade policies, that we should really read Lockhart's latest book, it's got lots of ideas that Foreign Affairs really wants to put into place. Lockhart, of course, looked all modest and the rest of us kind of smirked a little - politely, that is. As if Lockhart could teach a class and not use his own (ridiculously overpriced) (... because it's well-written, damn him) book as our text.
Gotta love Ottawa U: the Muslim-Jewish Student's Association is hosting a talk entitled "Moral and Ethical Dilemmas of the Palestinian-Israeli Conflict." They'll probably even serve bagels and halal meat slices.
Choir: Lovely, lovely, lovely. We're doing a concert of only Canadian choral compositions, and instead of making me want to pierce my eardrums with a bayonet to prevent hearing any of it, I'm actually finding them all quite beautiful. Either Canadian composers suddenly got good, or I need a frontal lobotomy.
Nobody at choir would notice if I had one, though.
There's a scene in Brave New World, where Lenina Crowne takes a lot of soma before listening to some guy talk about the Savages, and all she does is smile sunnily and say, "You don't say!" every time he pauses to gauge her reaction. I'm taking that as inspiration to perfect my look of vapid cheerful innocence whenever little spats bubble up among the sopranos wrt who knows the music and who's going flat and blah blah.
Oh! And I'm singing a bunch of high As in Freedom Song Trilogy, doing the Greek plainsong descant with two other sopranos while the rest of the choir sings the African chorus and a soloist sings Amazing Grace.
And good GOD, it's amazing. We haven't even got it all learned, and it's already transcendent. Despite the fact that my two partners aren't pleased at each other's singing.
"You don't say!"
