1. The Brus$els people are paying for me to go to Montréal for an interview next weekend, when one of their officiants is attending a conference there. Even if they don't hire me, I'll be up a trip to Montréal to see Mrs. L and Miss K, not to mention up the self respect of an organization taking me seriously enough for an editing role to bring me to Montréal.
2. Last night, the TSO played Mozart's fifth violin concerto in A major, which was nifty, especially the 'Turkish' bits (hah! Turks wish - if that was the way their music went they'd just be running around their country twirling and dancing all day, and I bet you ten bucks they don't). What was even niftier was Henning Kraggerud, the soloist. I think I may have pointed out I hate the violin, because there is no sound worse in the range of sounds humanity makes then a badly played violin. It's like someone running their nails down a chalkboard while they vomit. My disgust isn't just based on having played it badly myself for years, but also on the fact that a genius playing a violin is maybe the loveliest sound in the range of human sounds. Don't get me wrong, it's always lovely when the TSO does violin concertos and the soloists are always wonderful, but Henning Kraggerud . . . his name is Henning Kraggerud, which is jaw-dropping in itself; can you imagine the booty his ancestors brought home from pillaged villages? Talk about providers.
And, well, he looks like this.