Roberta--
Better morning to you!
Great advice, Btrflynet.
Oh, Horowitz was a pianist, not a violinist. We must maintain the high cultural standards for which A2K is known.
JLNobody wrote:Great advice, Btrflynet.
Oh, Horowitz was a pianist, not a violinist. We must maintain the high cultural standards for which A2K is known.
Indeed it's true, JLNobody is the violinist.
Thanks, Dys. You're a great agent.
Through the misty haze of time and anesthesia, I'm remembering Horowitz playing a concert in Vienna (?) (shown on PBS). Wept at the delicacy of his interpretation. Shame on me.
JL, da violin is yours. So noodle us up a number, kid.
Violin music by JLN, Roberta farting gently in the background (one hopes they are gentle ones or at least on beat), the drugs kicking in and the music plays on.
Oh how lovely.
I have an album of Horowitz playing whatsit when, very dramatic. I'll have to dig it out to get the particulars.
My boss at the time - I was eighteen, doing a med records survey for a med student with some thesis that I could elaborate on but won't at this time - told me, when I mentioned it, that it was 'parlour music'. Crushed, I was. Spenser, his name was Spenser. Wonder what became of him...
Well, he wasn't my real boss, that survey was a side job. My real boss was head of radiology, cool, man.
(Those were the days... I loved looking at med records...)
Burps...
There seems to be much petard hoisting going on around here...
Oh sure, make light of a problem. Now you expect me to time my gastric eruptions to violin playing. In your dreams, Diane. I march (and fart) to my own drummer. Stick that in your petard and smoke it.
Ditto what Margo said.
Actually attempted something almost approaching food today. So far, so good. Looking forward to Wednesday when I will get to talk to somebody to find out whether I'm feeling the way I'm supposed to be feeling. Also hoping to either be rid of the wrap or get one that fits.
I did a lot of posting last night. (Don't worry. Not gonna happen again.) I posted one response to something that made me laugh out loud. (Yes, I amuse myself.) Not one comment or response. Not disappointed. Just waiting to see if someone will figure out what it is.
Like a treasure hunt--but no prize.
<waves back>
What's up, kid? Also, what's the mmm me?
Hah, but my post was not about yours, Roberta.
Love a duck, I'll review all this.
I've lost track.
it was all of no import anyway.
jo
Trying not to be confused.
Hint: The post I'm talking about wasn't on this thread.
Of course there's the possibility that what I wrote last night seemed highly amusing to me last night because I was nutsy last night. Maybe it ain't so funny today.
Aw, what the heck? I always thinking I'm amusing when I'm sleep deprived.
Know what you mean, Roger. How you doin'?
Knew that. Shame on me.
