A couple weeks ago, Chris (who writes about all the best internet contests) let her readers know that there were rats for feline friends to be won from moderncat.
One arrived at our house Saturday. It was greeted with open jaws… (more…)
How bad do you think it is that it’s 2 a.m. and I haven’t yet done my taxes?
This is one of many times when I’m glad I have no assets. If I actually owned something of any worth, it would probably take me longer than the hour in the morning I’ll have to devote to the federal and District IRS forms.
What ever happened to that proposal to let D.C. residents not pay taxes since we don’t have any Congressional representation?
I’ve always argued that New Yorkers get a bad rap. Now you can see it’s true: Tweenbots.
You have to understand: I come from a family that expresses its love through music. Feeling down? Cheery music would be on the turntable. Favorite artists would appear on special days. And when I took up softball and earned a starting spot out in right field (the place on the field to stick your weakest player), I was serenaded before each game with Christine Lavin.
It is with that in mind that I offer up a special, love-filled dedication today: Deirdre Flint’s “The Boob Fairy”:
This is the first Easter I’ve spent away from family, so I thought I’d share some of the music that helps me feel less far away:
“The Palms” by Jean-Baptiste Faure. This piece of music was performed every year by all the choirs at the church I belonged to growing up. It was the only time the whole year that all four choirs performed together. I couldn’t find a choral version that was as magnificent as the 100-150 of us echoing through a huge stone church, so I offer you this version, instead:
There’s no video here, but who can argue with Gene Autry performing one of the season’s best-known songs, “Peter Cottontail”:
My favorite Easter hymn, “Christ the Lord Is Risen Today”:
And from one of the best rock operas, Jesus Christ Superstar, I give you two songs. “I Don’t Know How to Love Him”:
And “Superstar”:
Happy Easter to all of you and your families! I hope the holiday is filled with hope (and chocolate).
It’s been a long day here at the Burrow, so I’m glad Thursday is coming to a close. I have tomorrow off, so will be celebrating a long weekend by adding to my sock collection. (Think I can finish the pair by Sunday night?) But before we bid adieu to Maundy Thursday*, let’s contemplate three beautiful things from the week past:
1. The odor of mulch pervades the air throughout the city. This means that pretty flowers will follow.
2. Monday night I walked home from work, which means crossing through several parks. I’m delighted to report that the city’s fountains are back on! (And, while not meriting its own item, the office roof deck is open again.)
3. Girl Scouts sporting both uniform and volunteer vests pick up litter at the Cherry Blossom Festival. I was very grumpy until I spotted them. Thank you, Scouts!
What’s been beautiful in your world this week?
Rudi and I had a discussion about what “maundy” might mean last week. I couldn’t remember, but suspected it had something to do with the Last Supper. It does, in fact, refer to Jesus’ washing of the Apostles’ feet prior to the Last Supper — and later the washing of the feet of the poor. Most recently, it came to refer to the annual handing out of alms to the poor by British royalty.
