A Serendipitous Confluence of Circumstances

There are times when I am amazed by the way circumstances seem to weave themselves into just the right pattern according to ones current situation or frame of mind.  I have a few thoughts to share on this that require more than the 140 characters permitted by Twitter.

In this particular case, the Animus will be travelling to a distant place this weekend to celebrate the retirement of  a dear friend from the US Navy.  We leave on the morrow and so I will be mostly incommunicado until at least Monday night.  Looking over the various Steamlands calendars I see that I will unfortunately miss some promising events.  On Friday there will be a welcome party and concert by Tanstaafl Constantine in Cape Wrath.   Saturday’s events include the Marzipan Teahouse Formal Ball and a meeting of the Caledon Paranormal Society in which the topic of discussion will be “Soul Mates and Paranormal connections to water” (topics of particular interest to me at the moment).  This Sunday the New Champagne Rooms in Babbage Square ((End the Tyranny!)) Ehem!  will host a Music Appreciation Night with Joshua Pfeiffer from the Vernian Process. (more…)

The Animus Speaks – About Opera

Dear readers,

I am once again compelled by The Animus to pass along the following communique.  Please forgive the interruption.

Hello, it’s me again.  I’ve been listening to Radio Riel all day today.  The programming of the day is mostly opera and I have thoroughly enjoyed it, almost as much as I enjoy the Celtic music days.  Anyway, this infusion of librettos brought to mind an earlier epoch in my First Life.

Many years ago, about 20 actually (Yikes!), I was actually able to carry a tune in a bucket.  Too many years in a US Navy ship’s engine room ruined my musical ear since then and I tend to be rather flat now.  But, back then I had a fairly competent ability as a bass/baritone.  At least my vocal instructor in University thought so.  He cast me in a minor part in the opera Gianni Schicchi, one of the witnesses to the will, Pinellino or Guccio I can’t remember which. (more…)

Published in: on 22 May, 2009 at 2:41 PM  Comments (2)  
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In Which I Ride the Whirlwind of Wonderous Weekend Revelry

[A note of warning: this entry will be considerably longer than is usual.  I have generally tried to keep the length of my missives to under 600 words, but as Mr Magellan once pointed out to me, in this case I will have by then barely begun to clear my throat.]

In a singular occurrance of synchronicity, Saturday last was saturated with social events.  I direct the curious to the calendars of Caledon and the Alexandrian Free Library for the 2nd of May, as well as Lady Eva Bellambi’s announcement for the 3rd Annual Beltane celebration.  These, of course, are only the events of which I was personally aware.  I believe there were several others as well.  In any case, feeling uncharacteristically frisky I endeavored to make a full day of it and attend as many of the festivities as time and endurance would allow.

‘Spirit of the Forest’

The day began with the the Marzipan Sweeties Revue in Magellan Kinvara.  This revue was entitled ‘Spirit of the Forest’ and featured the talents of the lovely Misses Eve Compton, Finnella Flanagan, Madeline Tiratzo, and Petronella Piers arrayed in delightful costumes provided by Miss Tabitha Ninetails and accompanied by musical arrangements selected by the Nightingale herself Miss Gabrielle Riel.  I attended in offical capacity as a member of the Garda.  Rather than make a poor attempt at a full review I will instead direct those interested to the words of Mr. Mako Magellan(more…)

In which I undergo a transformative change and venture to show my new face in public

“While strolling through the park one day
In the merry merry month of May
I was taken by surprise
By a pair of roguish eyes
In a moment my poor heart was stole away.”

As I sat with pen in hand, or keyboard at fingers, to set down this entry to what is apparently a moderately well received journal (more on that later) I was listening to the soothing emanations of Radio Riel.  They list the theme of the day as Contemporary Instrumental, although a May Day Eve event begins shortly.  For some reason, possibly because of the plethora of May Day/Beltane/Walpurgisnacht celebrations in the offing for this weekend, the song quoted above came into my head.  A quick enquiry with the services of Mr. Google & Co.  brought to light some interesting, and hithertofore unknown to me, pearls of knowledge regarding the tune commonly known as “Strolling Through the Park“.  If you will permit me, before plunging into the primary focus of this missive I would like to share a few of them with you.

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Published in: on 30 April, 2009 at 3:10 PM  Comments (8)  
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In which I return to the road sometimes traveled

Enough introspection! (at least for a while)

Feeling the pull of wanderlust once again I turned my feet to Caledon Downs.  I had visited there just briefly when, as I explained before, I answered Miss Luik’s call for a Second.  So, I returned to the area to continue my explorations.  Having spent the previous evening in the pleasant company of Miss Bamika Easterman and a number of her maids I returned to awareness in the North-West quarter of SouthEnd.  Following the lane to the North from there brought me to the South-West corner of Caledon Downs.  The land rises steeply here and a number of residences lie at the top of the rise, including the residence of Miss Rhianon Jameson whose journal, A Caledonian Journey, I heartily recommend to your attention. (more…)