We've gotten into a much cooler weather pattern and the Autumn colors are finally popping around here. I got these shots yesterday morning while out running errands before the rain (mixed with sleet and snow!) made being outdoors messy.
Bach composed four cantatas for the 21st Sunday after Trinity, but I had no problem choosing which one to post for today - BWV 109, Ich glaube, lieber Herr, hilf meinem Unglauben! (I believe, dear Lord, help my unbelief), Leipzig, 1723. This is one of Bach's most amazingly beautiful cantatas; it's also one of his most powerful. The late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music wrote an essay on this piece that deserves repeating here in its entirety:
Even in the context of the incredible
riches of the 1st Jahrgang, the Cantata BWV 109 is
one of the gigantic peaks of inspiration. Much of extraordinary
quality is the psychological insight of his reading
of the Gospel from John for the 21st Sunday after Trinity.
The story is simple. A nobleman approaches Jesus and
begs him to come to his house to cure his son who is
dying. Jesus tells him to go home; that his son will
live. The man says that he believes and goes home.
He returns home to find his son well. He asks his servants
when the son recovered his health and they tell him
the time, the same as when he spoke to Jesus. From
then on the man and his whole household believed. Bach’s
path is to imagine what the man was thinking on his
way home, before he found out that his son was cured.
The whole cantata is about doubt. It uses as the New
Testament reading for its opening chorus not the Gospel
for the day but rather a passage from Mark concerning
another miracle of Jesus, in which a man cries “I
believe, help thou mine unbelief.”
This reading sets off a pattern of
wavering faith that weaves itself throughout the cantata.
Bach uses an elaborate almost Wagnerian system of motives,
which advise us of the believer’s progress throughout
the cantata.
The opening chorus begins with a melody of staggering
dimensions. It is 16 bars of continuous unfolding melody
that travels through intricacies of texture and harmony
but never stops, never cadences, and finally winds
down into the entrance of the chorus. The melody is
pitched quite high and often has a corno da caccia
doubling the tune, which is usually carried by the
violins and oboes. This melody certainly stands for
the voice of God, for the steadfastness of faith. Bach
did something like this earlier in the 1st Jahrgang with the high horn part in the Cantata BWV 136. Here,
however, its length and the enormous permutations that
it undergoes throughout the course of the sixteen bars
make for a unique gesture. The melody has in its inception
large leaps that give it a broad arc and grandeur,
but its continual spinning keeps re-energizing the
material. Those leaping fifths and sixths have become,
by the 12th bar a leap of a ninth. There is a wonderful
moment later where we think we have come to the end
and we have cadenced in the tonic. But the tune keeps
spinning out for another three bars. It is as if Bach
wants it never to stop.
The actual choral entrance uses the opening material,
first in one voice, then the whole chorus. By this
time we think that we know what this chorus is about.
But suddenly at bar 22 the line is fragmented, chopped
up and destroyed. Under this chorus fragmentation is
a little appogiatura figure in the orchestra, first
subtly introduced in a subsidiary instrument in the
opening ritornello. This figure by now prominent and
aggressive, functions almost as a signpost to the pilgrim’s
progress. It will remain with us throughout the cantata.
Almost is if to show us that we are dealing with an
individual’s doubt in the context of a believing
community, the texture of both the orchestra and especially
the chorus is very erratic. Few choruses in all of
Bach have so many moments where only one or two voices
are singing. This creates a transparency of texture
that gives Bach enormous opportunities for subtlety
of harmony and counterpoint. The melismas of two voices
create some of the most ravishing and revealing sounds
in the whole piece. Listen to the passage on the text ‘help
my unbelief” for the altos and the tenors accompanied
by transparent playing of the opening motive. The “help
my unbelief’ side of the father comes to the
fore at the end of the piece with the melismas piling
up over not the “belief “ motive but the
appogiatura motive by this time aggressive and pounding.
Although it closes with a complete statement of the
opening sixteen bars, the movement thus ends in a state
of great ambiguity.
The secco tenor recitative continues the wavering of
belief. Forte phrases of assurance alternate with doubting
piano phrases. The recitative begins in Bb and wanders
through several keys until the remarkable cadence in
E minor. Notice how the questioning voice ends on the
dominant seventh chord which is then resolved only
by the precipitous bass plunge down to low E.
The tenor aria #3 brings back the
appogiatura motive, this time more prominent and menacing.
It is combined with a manic dotted figure that becomes
more and more extravagant throughout the melody. The
voice line sings this same awkward and extreme theme,
combined with hysterical triplets on the word “wanket”[wavering]
The B section is even more remarkable. The text, ”Des
Glaubens Docht glimmt kaum hervor,”(The
wick of faith glows dimly) is imaginatively drawn by
continual and progressively downward spiraling harmony.
The last line “Die Furcht macht stetig neuen
Schmerz” brings
one of the most shocking chord progressions in all
of Bach. The new grief is not only portrayed by the
shocking cadence but the recapitulation of the A section
after that cadence comes as an equal surprise.
The secco alto recitative #4 not only brings a voice
of calm but modulates back to the relative major of
the tonic key, d minor. The aria for alto with two
oboes obbligato replaces the tempestuousness of the
tenor aria with refulgence. The appogiatura, which
has been always used in an ambiguous harmonic context,
has here become normal. It is either portrayed as the
Schleiffer or an appogiatura in a much more stable
harmony. The wild dotted notes of the tenor aria and
the jagged staccato lines of the opening chorus have
become here rich and reassuring rapid scale passages.
The whole aria projects a kind of abundance. Words
of continuing doubt like “Wenn ihre Hoffnung
hilflos liegt” are set with mellifluous and reassuring
passagework played by the oboes underneath the held
notes of the voice.
Instead of a simple four-voice final chorale, we are
given a full- fledged choral fantasia on the tune “Durch
Adams Fall.” We have seen, in the Orgelbüchlein setting of this chorale BWV 637, some of the most extreme
and hair-raising chromaticism in all of Bach. Clearly
that is not called for here. It is interesting that
Bach goes to great lengths in this muscular and stringent
setting to make the harmonic richness and detail sit
in the background to the amazing rhythmic thrust and
inexorable forward motion of the piece. The harsh marching
theme of the two oboes is propelled into the next bar
by the rushing sixteenths of the continuo at the end
of the bar. In an amazing tour de force, the scale
of the piece and the rhythmic solidity make us not
notice that the modal chorale ends not in the tonic
but the dominant. No modal piece in all of Bach ends
with such finality.
The performance I've chosen for this cantata is a special one - it comes from the J. S. Bach Foundation based in Trogen, Switzerland. Founded by music director and conductor Rudolf Lutz, it concentrates on presenting all of Bach's liturgical cantatas in the manner in which Bach intended them to be presented, and with the instruments used in Bach's time, accompanied by lectures on the context of the time and the theological implications inherent in the text. This particular performance is from October 22, 2010, at the Evangelische Kirche in Trogen, performed by the Schola Seconda Pratica under the direction of Rudolf Lutz. I find it interesting that one of the commenters on YouTube seemed to think that this cantata deserved a larger and more prestigious orchestra, which only shows his ignorance of Bach's music; the Bach Foundation uses ensembles the exact size and composition as those used by Bach himself. This is Bach as performed at the Thomaskirche in Leipzig in 1723, under the direction of Papa Johann himself. What more could you ask for?
This year's Fall leaf season has proved to be a disappointment; the weather hasn't cooperated and the conditions haven't been conducive to brilliant colors. There is color, but it's muted, washed out. Still, there is color, as a walk through the Dykeman Spring Nature Park this morning has shown.
Muted color in the wetland
Looking across the north duck pond
Another view across the pond
Autumn reflections in the pond
Brilliant Maples behind Hatch House next to the famous Dykeman Spring
Ten years ago, in November, I went walking the trails in Miantonomi Park on the north end of Newport, RI and took a bunch of the best Fall foliage shots I've ever taken. I created a a photo essay on Gather.com with them, but never ported it over here on the blog. Since then Gather dried up and blew away, taking my photo essays there with it into oblivion, and I forgot all about it. But the photos themselves are still on my hard drive, and I ran across them again this morning while looking for a photo to decorate today's Sunday Bach post. I love these shots and figured I'd share them here on the blog. Enjoy!
Autumn Cathedral - Miantonomi Park, Newport RI, 11/21/2007
Today's Sunday Bach is a double feature, because this Sunday encompasses two separate events in the Lutheran calendar. On the liturgical calendar this is the 20th Sunday after Trinity, but on the Lutheran historical calendar this is Reformation Sunday - the anniversary of Luther's nailing his 95 theses to the door of the Wittenberg schlosskirche is October 31, and many Protestant churches celebrate the Sunday before this date as Reformation Sunday. Bach wrote cantatas for both occasions.
We'll tackle the 20th Sunday after Trinity first, and the cantata I've chosen for today is a real treat - BWV 180, Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele (Adorn yourself, o dear soul), Leipzig, 1724. It's lively, it's danceable, and it's full of wry little musical puns and allusions. It's pure delight from start to finish! Here's Simon Crouch on the subject:
If anyone doubts the influence of the dance on Bach's sacred
music, let them listen to this cantata. It is hard not to picture the
congregation of St. Thomas' skipping down the aisle during the opening
chorus! This cantata mixes the stories of the Epistle (avoid bad
company, bad habits, etc etc) and the Gospel (the parable of the
marriage of the King's son, in which invitations are sent out but
largely ignored). The opening chorus illustrates the Epistle, the first
aria the Gospel and from then on, things are mixed about.
A summary listen to the following tenor aria strongly supports
Robert Marshall's thesis that Bach must have had a formidably good
transverse flute player available whilst this cantata was written. It
mixes stunning virtuosity with great beauty. It's also interesting to
note an unusual feature in this cantata:
Both transverse flutes and recorders are used. The cantata continues
with a recitative that develops into a beautiful arioso, then a
recitative followed by an air. This latter always makes me giggle a bit,
since it bustles along in a very no nonsense way. I always imagine it
being sung by a very prim soprano wearing a hat. After the final
recitative, there is a very delicate, very beautiful chorale (Jesu, wahres Brot des Lebes).
The performance I've chosen is a 1997 recording by the Gabrieli Consort and Players under the direction of Paul McCreesh.
The official date of Reformation Day, more formally the Feast of the Reformation, is October 31, on which date in 1517 Martin Luther presented his Ninety-five Theses. In Bach's time this was celebrated on the date, but these days the celebration is usually moved to the preceding Sunday, known as Reformation Sunday. In Bach's time weekday services and masses were part of the culture, but in modern times, especially in the US, church services for any occasion (except for Christmas and Thanksgiving) are relegated to Sunday, hence Reformation Sunday.
I usually toss a coin on this Sunday every year to decide which group of cantatas I'll pick from, Reformation Day or Trinity 20, but this year is special - it's the 500th anniversary of Luther's break from the Catholic church and deserves special attention. So I decided to post for both. And of course you can't celebrate Reformation Sunday without Bach's grand chorale cantata for the occasion - BWV 80, Ein' feste Burg ist unser Gott, A mighty fortress is our God, based on Martin Luther's most famous hymn of the same name. This cantata has an interesting history; in effect, it evolved through the years of Bach's professional life. It was first composed as a cantata for a Lenten Sunday in Weimar in 1713, but when Bach moved Leipzig in 1724 to become the music director there, he had to find another use for the cantata because the court at Leipzig forbade musical services during Lent. Bach eventually made it a cantata for Reformation Day and revised it several times through the 1720s and 1730s. Here's Simon Crouch on the subject:
Straight down to business with an enormous chorale fantasia on Luther's hymn Ein' feste Burg.
This is one of Bach's pieces that I initially found very daunting:
Great, yes; To admire, of course; But to love? Well, these days I not
infrequently find myself humming one of the fugal voices, whistling
another and trying to hold the rest going in my head. Anyone observing
this act must think that I'm bonkers. But what the heck, it is a very
beautiful edifice.
Two wonderful arias follow, separated by a recitative. The first
motors along to a machine-gun accompaniment on the strings, the seconds
swings beautifully in triple time. The chorale that follows does both.
Next is a tenor/alto duet with accompanying oboe da caccia and finally
an excellent four part harmonisation of the chorale melody. Do try to
hear this cantata in both "modern" and "original" performances: The
former to get more of the grandeur of the piece, the latter to hear it
in the original instrumentation (especially the oboe da caccia. Why did
this wonderful beast die out? Well, OK, it was probably a pig to play
and keep in tune but it does make a lovely noise!)
There is a very interesting essay about the genesis and
publication history of BWV 80 in Christolph Wolff's excellent collection
Bach - Essays on His Life and Music. If you're used to hearing
this cantata with trumpets and drums, then you may be surprised to
learn that their inclusion (in the Bach-Gesellschaft edition) is
probably derived from a parody of this cantata that Wilhelm Friedemann
Bach devised for his own purposes. J.S.B probably had nothing to do with
them at all!
Today's performance is from a performance at the Schlosskirche in Wittenberg on October 31, 2000 by the Monteverdi Choir and the English Baroque Soloists under the direction of the great John Eliot Gardiner; this was part of Gardiner's groundbreaking Bach Pilgrimage series of performances of key cantatas in historic German churches. Enjoy!
Finally, the temperatures have fallen and the leaves have begun to change color; the real Autumn has appeared on the scene. For me, Autumn is the most Pagan of the seasons, the time of year that most colorfully celebrates Mama Gaia's beauty. As a dyed-in-the-wood, tree-hugging, unapologetic Pagan Humanist, my soul expands and my heart sings at this time every year. Here are some scenes from the Dykeman Spring Nature Park from this morning's walk.
During my Sunday walk through the Dykeman Spring Nature Park this morning I noticed that seasonal color is starting to be more noticeable. It's about time! We have much cooler weather arriving by mid week, so maybe the process will speed up a little at last.
The Staghorn Sumacs and some Maples by the creek have brightened up some
Up on the meadow the color change is a little more evident
Today's cantata for the 19th Sunday after Trinity is one of Bach's best - BWV 56, Ich will den Kreuzstab gerne tragen (I will gladly bear the cross, Leipzig, 1726), a solo cantata for bass. This is another of Bach's cantatas describing death as a release and relief, and one of his more beautiful ones in this vein. Here's Simon Crouch:
The opening aria of this great solo cantata is one of those
wonderful examples of Bach's music being perfectly at one with the text.
For example, in the opening phrase, the resolution of a dissonant C
sharp to D (in g minor) immediately gives the impression of the enormous
burden of the Cross being lifted with God's help. The cantata goes on,
with the familiar metaphor of life as a journey through troubled lands
until salvation is reached in the promised land. Meanwhile a recitative,
complete with "waves" (an allusion to Jesus' boat journey at the start
of the gospel reading) leads on to an aria complete with one of those
wonderful oboe accompaniments that so frequenty decorate the cantatas. I
often wonder whether Bach's oboe player(s) appreciated what he was
doing for them! To me these beautiful weaving, sometimes coy, oboe
accompaniments are among the greatest jewels that Bach has left to us.
As a flute player myself, I regret that the transverse flute wasn't as
widely used then as it soon became. If it had, we could have had a few
more of these wonderful tunes to ourselves! Another recitative leads to
the final chorale (Komm, oh tod, du schlafes bruder) beautifully harmonised by Bach.
I went wandering on the country roads to the northwest of Shippensburg, ostensibly to see a stretch of Conodoguinet Creek I hadn't visited yet and hopefully to find an interesting bridge over said creek. It was a long hike - 14 miles - and I saw lots of great scenes and heard lots of Red-bellied Woodpeckers and heard and saw two Ravens in the course of my wanderings. And came home with rubbery legs and aching hips (but surprisingly, my feet are fine, great boots!) and just out and out bushed. But it was all worth it; it was a beautiful day for hiking, and I discovered a gem - Burnt Mill Road. Great views of the north mountains, lots of great farm views, the very interesting Burnt Mill Veterinary Center, and a fantastic bridge - a steel framed trestle with a wooden plank deck over the Conodoguinet. For me, that's the next best thing to a covered bridge! Here are some scenes from that wonderful hike.
Looking north from West Creek Rd. approaching the north end of Burnt Mill Rd.
Walking south down Burnt Mill Rd. with South Mountain in the background
Part of the campus of the Burnt Mill Veterinary Center
The bridge over Conodoguinet Creek
The wooden-planked deck of the bridge
Conodoguinet Creek at Burnt Mill Rd.
An old spring house on Burnt Mill Rd., with the spring still running from it
I have a three-day weekend this week, starting today, and I decided to use it to catch up on Autumn in the countryside. I went up on the Cumberland Valley Rail Trail today with that in mind, but to my disappointment things aren't looking particularly autumnal. The weather hasn't been conducive to colorful foliage, what with some unusual September and October heat waves. Colder weather is coming next weekend, but things may already have been spoiled; on the Maple across the street from me, which usually turns a red so bright that I swear you can read by it at night, the leaves have gone brown and crinkly around the edges, and I fear there won't be any color there this year.
Still, it was a beautiful day and well worth the walk, and there were things to see and scenes to photograph. The light was just right to get some good shadows and shadow-and-light patterns, so not all was lost. Come take a look!
Rock is the defining reality of the Cumberland Valley; it pokes up through the earth everywhere!
Lines and shadows on the footbridge over Fogelsanger Road
Walking up the Rail Trail
A side trail with a touch of color
A feral cat calculating the odds of catching that squirrel in the tree
Walking through a tunnel of trees
A farm, a dirt road, and a touch of Fall color
A panoramic view of the Cumberland Valley from the Rail Trail
This week's cantata for the 18th Sunday after Trinity is BWV 96, Herr Christ, der einige Gottessohn (Lord Christ, the only son of God), composed and performed in Leipzig in 1724. What captures the attention is that beautiful piccolo accompaniment in the opening chorus, adding a note of cheer and light, which Bach continues through the rest of the cantata. This is indeed a bright, cheerful work from a usually pretty somber Bach. Here's what Simon Crouch had to say about it:
If you enjoy BWV 1
How brightly shines the morning star
then perhaps this is the next cantata that you should turn to. A
different hymn (by Elisabeth Kreutziger) but the same allusion: He is the Morning Star….far brightest star of all
and musically (in the first chorus) a similar treatment. The sparkling
opening chorus is one of my favourites and is unusual in having a flauto
piccolo (equivalent to our sopranino recorder) chattering beautifully
away at the top of the orchestra. Also unusual is that the alto line
holds the cantus firmus. After a recitative, the tenor da capo
aria is quite long but the level of inspiration is more than enough to
hold the attention; the flute has an especially enjoyable line. The bass
aria is, perhaps, a lot more straightforward but conveys the text well
and the cantata finishes with an especially fine chorale harmonisation.
This week's performance is from a 1978 recording by the Concentus Musicus Wien with the Tölzer Knabenchor under the direction of Nicholas Harnoncourt. Enjoy!
My weekly Sunday walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park revealed scenes of Nature in transition to Fall color. Mostly it's the shrubs and small trees changing now - the Virginia Creeper and Staghorn Sumac are glowing bright red, and yellows are popping up as well. We also have some wet weather moving in; it rained a little as a front moved through this morning, and now we're awaiting the arrival of the remnants of Nate, which is supposed to give us some long-awaited and much needed all-day soaking rain tonight and tomorrow. With cooler temperatures following, we should be seeing more color soon!
Of the three cantatas Bach wrote for this Sunday in the liturgical calendar, surely this one - BWV 148, Bringet dem Herrn Ehre seines Namens (Bring to the Lord the glory of his name, Leipzig, 1725) - is one of his most magnificent. The fugal opening chorus alone is worth the listen, but the rest of the cantata keeps the glory alive. Here's what the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music had to say about this cantata:
Our cantata today was written for the seventeenth Sunday after Trinity.
The beautiful exhortation of Paul to the Ephesians for generosity and
selflessness is combined with the parable of the man invited to the
rich man’s dinner. Both readings emphasize humility and modesty. The
resultant text is unusually sunny, without any of the dark shadows that
permeate most of Bach’s cantata texts.
The opening chorus, a quote from Psalm 29, is a brilliant and densely
fugal work for trumpet, oboe, and strings. It is something of a curiosity
that Bach, in a very unusual move, sets the whole text at the outset
and then divides it up into sections for the various fugues that make
up the rest of the piece. The texture, while joyous, is unremittingly
dense. Clearly Bach wants to give the effect of an enormous crowd singing
these ringing words. The tenor aria is a virtuoso affair both for the
solo violin as well as for the high-flying tenor part. The alto goes
much deeper. The recitative starts with a famous quote from Psalm 42
and then goes into the main message of the parable, that good works
can be done on the Sabbath as well as the rest of the week. The beautiful
aria with three oboes has a calm and warmth that brings to a wonderful
close the ringing affirmation of the opening chorus. This cantata is
a wonderful example of Bach’s ability to take ideas that don’t seem
to have much contrast and build a convincing and moving structure of
faith. The work ends with a rich and warm harmonization of the chorale
“Auf meinem lieben Gott.”
Today's performance is a live recording from 2000 by the Monteverdi Choir and the English Baroque Soloists under the direction of John Eliot Gardiner, to my mind one of the best interpreters and conductors of Bach's music. Enjoy!
All four of the cantatas Bach composed for this particular Sunday in the liturgical calendar focus on death as a welcome release from the burdens of this life on earth, a common belief in Bach's time. Of the four cantatas written for this Sunday, BWV 8, Liebster Gott, wenn werd ich sterben? (Dearest God, when shall I die?, Leipzig, 1724) has always been a favorite of mine. Despite the subject matter of the text of the cantata, the music itself is warm, friendly, and leisurely. Musicologist Philipp Spitta described
it as having the sound of a “church-yard full
of flowers in the springtime.” The flute figure in the opening chorus is always described as the sound of bells, but to me it sounds like birdsong, adding to that feeling of a church-yard in Spring, hence my choice of the photo of a Song Sparrow in full voice above. Here's what musicologist Simon Crouch has to say about this cantata:
A word from Philipp Spitta about the opening movement of this
chorale cantata: "..the sound of tolling bells, the fragrance of
blossoms pervades it - the sentiment of a churchyard in springtime". The
continuo tolls the bell low in the harmony, the upper strings repeat a
pizzicato bell-like figure and the flute alternates between arpeggios
and repeated staccato high notes. All the while the oboes d'amore
intertwine their sinuously attractive melody with the choir's chorale.
This is a very lovely movement!
The theme is a common one in the cantatas: When shall we take
leave of the sufferings of mortal life and achieve eternal life in
Heaven? The bells continue tolling in the tenor aria and the (solo) oboe
d'amore has another beautiful line. After a recitative, Heaven is
achieved in the tour-de-force that is the bass aria. It is really
difficult to avoid the feeling that here we have a movement, a gigue,
from a lost flute concerto. It is a wonderful, optimistic, virtuoso
piece and if you have any love for the flute as a solo instrument, do
try to hear this. The cantata closes, after a recitative, with a lovely
chorale setting with orchestral accompaniment. Especially effective is
the low bass note that precedes the voices. The chorale melody itself,
by Daniel Vetter, is especially attractive.
There was something formless and perfect before the universe was born. It is serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. It is the mother of the universe. For lack of a better name, I call it the Tao.
It flows through all things, inside and outside, and returns to the origin of all things.
The Tao is great. The universe is great. Earth is great. Man is great. These are the four great powers.
Man follows the earth. Earth follows the universe. The universe follows the Tao. The Tao follows only itself.
Tao Te Ching, Chapter 25 Translation by Stephen Mitchell
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"You can't acheive what you don't believe. Put an end to focusing on
negative implications and finally see the positive possibilities." -Mark
Batterson
Theme Thursday for September 29, 2016 - ANTS
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*ANTS *
*This weeks new theme is ANTS!*
*Tis the season for the ants!*
*Ants, ants, ants, everywhere!*
*Where did all these ants come from?*
*Invasion of...
Music outside the box
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Living in Boston puts me in the middle of a vibrant stew of music. The
greater Boston area has more music venues, more musicians, more music
schools than a...
Cenotaph
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This place marks
a superb spot,
where everyone expects
me to reside,
to germinate undisturbed,
dispassionate, deep.
They do not know
it is an empty...
The Caffeine in Your Tea Cup
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As a tea importer, my daily cup is almost always a nice, soothing tea
blend, brewed nice and hot. However, here in the US a much greater
percentage of pe...
People Who Live in Glass Houses: Carly Fiorina
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I watched an interview with Carly Fiorina on "Morning Joe" today. She is a
person of interest to the press as they fully expect her to announce she's
runn...
Finished Commission - and Thoughts
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I was reminded yesterday by an online friend that my blog is suffering from
neglect! Yes, it's true. As I have worked to get a presence on FB, Etsy,
Arts...
Housekeeping and A Little Bit of Everything Else
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There are two things I find myself saying every day: take that off the
table and I still need to do that.
Last year I lost two big writing contracts, one ...
When Will It Stop?
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Eric Garner. Michael Brown, Akai Gurley. When. Will. It. Stop?
I drew these cartoons a long time ago, but seems like the story is always
the same.
And ...
The People You Meet
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Not saying this is a come back of any type, but after farewelling my
darling friend Jeffrey today, I felt the overwhelming need to blog. Met a
weird Japan...
The Echoes blog has moved
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If you’ve stumbled on this site, the content here has been moved over to
the main Echoes website at www.echoes.org, and more recent posts can be
found th...
Operation War Diary, Pages Worth Reading
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If you like reading, I mean really like reading, and especially like
reading primary sources, I've got a project for you. Last week I shared my
favorite Wo...
I'm Still Blogging...just not here
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While it seems likely I've taken a long walk off a short pier, I haven't.
I am blogging on my other site now
*Women of a Certain Age*. I took a long ...
Keeping Kids Involved in Pagan Practice
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As the modern Pagan movement progresses and evolves, the Pagan community
has grown to encompass people of all age levels. Those who discovered
Paganism as ...
No Unsacred Place is Closing Its Doors
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Good day, all. This is Lupa, editor for No Unsacred Place. You may have
noticed that we have not had any new posts for a few weeks, to include our
Wordless...
Psychotic Decorating on a Shoestring
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We moved into our tiny retirement home in Florida a little over a year and
a half ago. The home was much in need of love and updates, so we rolled up
our ...
Replace
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Ssrsh Kliff analyzes the long-awaited Republican alternative to the
Affordable Care Act.
Sam Baker writes that the plan is for people to pay more for th...
Three Dogs
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THREE DOGS
A long shoot and we were all exhausted. I called for a break. Everyone
collapsed, including me, on the floor. Suddenly, I saw this. "Don't ...
410 - Rod Picott
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SONG 410
WRITTEN BY Rod Picott
PERFORMED BY Rod Picott
APPEARS ON Welding Burns (2011)
About a year ago I'm sitting in Ashland Coffee & Tea in Ashla...
Pompe Stevens, Enslaved Artisan
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I have a new article up at Common-place, exploring the history of enslaved
artisans like Pompe Stevens. The main argument is that modern museums
(partic...
On my side of the sky
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I woke to the smell of spring drifting through an open window. Just that.
The crushing nausea and the pain I that I had known for days was an arms
reach aw...
all day i hear the noise of waters
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All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.
The ...
Adult Swim: Grown Up in More Than One Way (Pt 1)
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You may have all noticed that my posts often talk about a particular
mangaka's body of work rather than just a single work. This may be more
true in yaoi t...
Cooking Prime Rib - Part One
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*Press the play button to hear the music and sing along!*
Well, *Hello* all you Happy People, from *me...* "The Soused Chef!"
(Already "half-soused," ...
An Independent Wild Hunt
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We at the Patheos Pagan channel bid The Wild Hunt much luck in its new
phase as an independent website. To catch the latest from TWH, please check
out wild...
WIld Food Tours In and Around NYC
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Today I took a wild foods walking tour of prospect park with Wild Man
Steve Brill. It was incredibly interesting. There are many things in my
pantry, who...
Wine That Stands Up to Pesto
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It's officially summer. Unofficially, it's basil season. Right now, I am
overwhelmed with the stuff. Pictured to the left is one of my behemoth
basil plan...
Jewish Atlantic World Database Live on the Web!
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The Jewish Atlantic World Database is now open and free to use! In the
collection, you will find over 5,000 images related to Jewish life in early
America...
AS PROMISED: ADVICE COLUMN THE FIRST:
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Hi Ruth , Here’s my question. From reading your blog, you appear to be just
about the most self-assured person I’ve ever seen. How do you conquer fear?
I h...
Looking for Wintering Hawks in Addison county Vt
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I have been looking for wintering hawks for a few years now and it is
still
as much fun as it was that first winter. This winter was no different even
w...
Project 29:2
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[image: Project 29:2 by kevmanking13]
Project 29:2, a photo by kevmanking13 on Flickr.
Morgan, crying cause mommy is in the bathroom. She has mommy-itis goi...
Once, long ago, there was a Monday from hell
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One Monday morning I woke up from a very light night of sleep with a
terrible headache. I hardly ever get headaches so I knew the day wasn’t
going to...
byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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.....I think the time has come to acknowledge that I'm not actually
blogging any more.....
PLUS
I'm off on Sunday for a Big Adventure Down Under, with L...
Poe, Poe, Pitiful Me... or Us... or Something...
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The party... That is, the *partnership... *is *not* over!
(Silver Fox here, fellow babies.)
Ever since Skip and I torpedoed... I mean, *retired*... the o...
A few recommendations...
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This is an article by Kathy W. that I really liked on Gather.com.... well
worth reading, and following some of the links, even.... Dad's Brain, which
tells...
Today, My Toaster Spoke To Me
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*Today My Toaster Talked To Me*
Today my toaster spoke to me,
Of all of the things that she could see --
A spoon-rest, the stove
The microwave,
the mi...