Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Also: Who turned it "OFF" last night? I mean, it takes some effort to reach in and turn the thing to the off position...unless the puppy opened up the freezer and licked the icy cold knob until it turned...
Nah. Couldn't happen. Or could it?
(I was ready to buy a new fridge until Paul pointed to the setting. Humph. Secretly, I wanted a new fridge.)
Sunday, May 25, 2008
See the rest of the photos here.
ETA: You know, it looks like a regular high school graduation, but Libby has always been homeschooled. This is the graduation ceremony for the pre-college students at the conservatory she attended on Saturdays during her high school years. Just wanted to clear that up!
And for the record, I almost held it together. The plan was simple: I was NOT going to cry! I knew she was graduating with Honors (she had been nominated for the junior/senior honors seminar in her sophomore year, and had enjoyed the college-level class), but when they called her name for one of nine surprise awards for Outstanding Achievement as well (one of only three students out of the 90 members of the class to get both), I totally cried. A lot. It was embarrassing.
Libby didn't cry; she was too nervous about tripping over the gown.
Afterwards, the final orchestra concert was received well--a rare standing ovation. Congratulations to all the graduates!!!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
This was a huge class to start, and these girls have been together since they were 3 or 4 years old (some of the boys were older, and graduated last year, and many kids dropped out or moved on). They made it through a trip to Europe together, concerts at Carnegie Hall, Donnell Library, Flushing Town Hall, and more! They have laughed and cried together over the mistakes that all musicians make. Here they are now, college and conservatory bound. It seems like such a short time ago they were tiny girls in frilly dresses at their first recitals. Time flies!
BTW, the cake was delicious. Three Cheers for the graduates, The Suzuki Program, Mrs. DiCecco and Mrs. Broverman!
Monday, May 19, 2008
This is the last piece from the recital, and Libby thinks it's the best of the bunch. From baroque Biber to modern Messiaen, Catholic composers for the violin enjoyed a mini revival last Saturday. This piece was recently rediscovered, and just published last year, so this is the local premier!
ETA: Trip taped the performance, so all close-ups are his fault :) .
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Biber's Sonata XVI [Passagalia--"Der Schutzengel als Begleiter des Menschen"--sort of a wrap-up piece for the Rosary Sonantas]. The quality is not great, but the sound is pretty good, I think. She chose the piece for its meditative beauty...and to demonstrate the versatility of her new baroque bow :) .
Saturday, May 17, 2008
In the book, Miraz champions atheism, and Dr. Cornelius, who is the Narnian equivalent of a priest-living-in-hiding, is the teacher of the faith who saves Caspian from a faithless world. Miraz tells Caspian that he has been told fairy tales, and Caspian despairs; Cornelius tells Caspian the tales are true, and Caspian rejoices. Caspian is forced on a pilgrimage and finds the Truth, and the Truth, ultimately, defeats the faithless. We see none of that in the film, and that's a shame. The rise of faith, and of the faithful, is the real story in Prince Caspian.
Friday, May 16, 2008
OK. So, it is supposed to be the real Prince Caspian. And I know that they cast Caspian much older than he is in the books; I forgave that months ago, during production, since it makes the three year gap (in Narnian years) before Dawn Treader easier. And I can understand certain edits for the sake of the story. But some changes, like some of those in the LWW film, are unforgivable. Here are a few major blunders (spoilers ahead!):
Reepicheep, most noble of mice, would NEVER say, "Shut up." Not even to a squirrel.
Peter is not a brawler (he and the other children were sneaks and liars in the first film, so I guess that fist-fighting is the next anti-social step for Peter).
Susan and Caspian do not kiss, ever; this was completely unnecessary.
All other complaints are nit-picky little things...not enough Dr. Cornelius, no Nurse, no Silenus nor Bacchus, wild dance nor wine, no school boys turned into pigs, and no astronomy lessons in the high tower; too much arguing between Peter and Caspian, too many silly mouse jokes (though overall, Reep was well done!), and way too much liberty with the story line.
But it was good in some unexpected ways. It was, in fact, a bit like a totally new Narnia story, with more depth of character in the Telmarines, greater landscapes, more manly kings, creepier villains, and more complex story twists. The film is long--2 hours and 20 minutes. Looking at Narnia for this period of time is a delight in itself, and if nothing else, Narnia is Narnia in this film. The river god, the hag and werewolf, the centaurs, the animals, the Telmarines, the ruins of Cair Paravel and Aslan's Howe, were all near perfection. Here, the director's vision was close to Lewis', and, ultimately, provides us with the satisfaction we all crave when we peek into that other world. It also proves that someone read the book carefully enough to get the setting right.
So see it, support it, and let's hope the Dawn Treader will steer a course closer to the story line.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
A Juilliard School Pre-College Senior Recital
Photo by Mr. Peise
ELIZABETH DERHAM, VIOLIN
Evan Solomon, Piano
BIBER, MESSIAEN, SCHUBERT & STRAVINSKY
Saturday, May 17th at 5 pm
The Juilliard School’s Morse Recital Hall
West 66th Street (Broadway)
Friday, May 9, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
(note the exit sign)
ETA: The jury is back. Death penalty.
Monday, May 5, 2008
The waiter wore the kind of mad grin normally seen on movie villains as they unleash mayhem on an unsuspecting city. A silvery industrial canister dangled from his hand. It looked like something for transporting dangerous radioactive isotopes. More alarming, it was emitting thick clouds of cold white smoke through the lid.
"These are frozen elder flowers," he said, reaching into the canister with a small scoop and sprinkling tiny white nuggets into my dessert bowl. "They have been chilled in liquid nitrogen."
There's more; read it all.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Ah, but Expelled, the documentary by Ben Stein, was worth it. He keep us interested with his signature low-key humor and good-natured curiosity, with frequent laughs punctuated with somber thoughtfulness. His question: Can Intelligent Design be engaged by the intelligent, or does interest in ID guarantee a pink slip to its academic adherents? Stein lets both sides be heard, interviewing proponents of both strict atheistic Darwinism, and ID. The interviews are punctuated with film clips and brief comments about faith, atheism, Darwinism, academia, the Holocaust, eugenics, and more. Stein asks the hard question: What's the big deal about ID that the likes of Dawkins and others find it so abhorrent? Hmmm?
Until this film, I had a good deal of respect for Dawkins in his own field (evolutionary biology), though I find his atheist musings both tedious and offensive. But this film showed Dawkins for exactly what he is--a bigot who is anti-religious to a point of absurdity. I don't want to give away the scene where Dawkins calmly demonstrates that he is a bit of a nutter, so I'll just say that the whole theater burst out laughing as he told us all his idea of how life started. See this film.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Case in point: Last week, while we were visiting, she declared that a tree on her property needed to be removed. At my age, I know better than to argue, and besides, she didn't say when it needed to be removed. A few minutes later, her tree-removing pals "Oma" and "Opa" (good friends, really!!) swung by with a chainsaw, rope and a Jeep. OK. They are here to remove the tree (a cedar) now.
My brain reeled. It's spring...I know there is a good reason not to remove trees in spring, but what...oh, goodness, they are already here and ready to start. Too late.
A few minutes later, as the first branch fell, a dove came flying out of the old cedar. Libby saw it and looked to the ground; sure enough, there was the dove's loosely formed grass nest, with two little white eggs, one cracked, one perfect, sitting on the lawn beside it. Yeah. That's why you don't remove trees in the spring. I gave my mother the look. She winced. WE left the nest in a nearby bush, pretty sure that the dove would not be back, and that the raccoons would have a (very) small treat.
On the bright side, in order to take down the main trunk in a way that would avoid the houses on either side, I got to pull the tree with Oma's Jeep. It was actually kind of fun, driving the Jeep into oncoming traffic with a rope tied to the better part of a 40 foot tree as it came crashing down behind me. "Drive!" yelled Opa, as the tree slowly leaned towards the back of the jeep. My mother stepped out into the street to entreat the traffic to slow...but to no avail. The tree narrowly missed the Jeep. The Jeep narrowly missed the truck. The truck narrowly missed my mom. Fun!
Back at home, we were delighted to find that a dove was nesting in our dogwood. Again, the loose gathering of grass and light twigs gave away the occupant's identity, and we saw the bird sitting on the nest shortly thereafter. The nest is right outside the window, so we can watch it, and see any hatchlings as soon as they pop their little heads up looking for food.
The dove is a lovely addition to our yard.
Last year, T, unfortunately, has a nest of mockingbirds right outside his window. Anyone familiar with this noisy bird know that they sing in the middle of the night, and the babies "peep" sharply at dawn. Still, it's always a treat to see nestlings develop and fledge.