25 July 2024

Yesterday's Press

This is how you know you’re old. I’ve developed carpal tunnel syndrome from scrolling to my birth year on online forms.
Les anges et les oranges.
Sorry I was unclear what the Nebula Award is for.
From the floorboard of his florid Ford, Lord Peter torpedoed the torpid and bored.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

I guess God made Boston on a wet Sunday.

— Raymond Chandler

As I reported here, in March of 2018, I was in keen anticipation of a second performance of Plotting. On arriving in Florida for the event, I was most pleasantly surprised by that great rarity: my name in print. I see, in revisiting that blog post from 6 years ago, another instance of conversations with local music directors apparently going nowhere.



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