venerdì, gennaio 26, 2007

The Red Dragon Dreams of Norwegian Wood

I've hit a patch of mid-flight joy - rare on my dragon rides. Here, my dear, is the good news:

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.

9 commenti:

Melbine ha detto...

Well heellloo Henning Kraggerud! I love when hot, rugged men take an interest in the violin.

That's so great about the interview, and the free trip to Montréal!

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

I know, I know, I'm still drooling. Thank god he's blond or he'd be giving Figaro a run for his money.

Sugarplum ha detto...

He looks so young and delicate. I bet he'd be out there picking berries with the children while others pillaged villages.

You'll have to give me job search tips when I'm looking because you are brilliant and you seem to know where the good jobs are.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Yes. And made love to women whose husbands were off pillaging, to help beautify future generations of Norwegians.

Thank you for calling me brilliant! I'll help any way I can but you'll trip right over jobs in Toronto.

Sugarplum ha detto...

I hope so.

Thank goodness for pretty boys doing their dues to beautify future generations. It's a good thing we like both beautiful and scruffy, masculine men or there would be no one around to open our jars of salsa. I hate to admit it but every since the dude is away I keep having to ask the guy in apartment 2 to open my salsa jars. He doesn't seem to mind. That's the one thing that really makes me feel useless about living alone.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

I'm pretty good with jars, except when I get fed up, because that makes me clumsy. Then Figaro has to do it. He's so great.

Melbine ha detto...

I must say, I'm a real pro with jar opening! My palms were structured perfectly to grip jar lids, what can I say?!

From beautiful men to jar opening, I love where our comments take us!

Sugarplum ha detto...

I have childsized hands. It makes me feel so girly. Maybe next time I'll just wait until Melbine comes over.

Melbine ha detto...

Sounds good! My Oma used to call over for me sometimes to come and open jars.

See you in a bit!