Two - count 'em - two dog walks today. Got 400 pounds of coal in the back of the van and some food from the coop. Coffee was good. Reading Philip Glass' memoir: "Words without Music" Really love his music - turns out he is a really good storyteller and has lived quite the interesting life. He learned Tibetan to study Buddhism.
To those who complain about his music, saying that: "the needle is stuck" - these people simply are not listening. There is a lot of stuff happening in the so-called repetitions. Cycles building on cycles - 2, 3, 5, 7 times around. Shades of early Ornette Coleman. Not always the easiest of rides but challenging and you come through it with a feeling of exhileration. I feel the same way playing a good Bach fugue on the keyboard. So much stuff to keep track off - going off in different directions and then, in a page and a half, it all resolves into this celestial confection. Glorious.
Time to do some laundry, putter around the house and start the soup cooking for dinner.
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