Since our dear WORM has problems with ice, I went ahead and looked for the culprit.
And I think I found him!
You know what they say… when the shoe fits…
Since our dear WORM has problems with ice, I went ahead and looked for the culprit.
And I think I found him!
You know what they say… when the shoe fits…
Mike Flynn has a fascinating foray into free will.
Interesting. But I’m already inwardly contenting his statement on the “roman”, the Novel idea. And I counter it with… “Murasaki in yo face bro!”
Tristan and Iseult… There’s this Wagner opera, right? 6 hours long. 3 hours Tristan, 3 hours Iseult. It’s recommended you bring camping gear.
Yeah, I don’t like Wagner.
Mark Twain famously said about Wagner, “He’s not as bad as he sounds.”
And you’re right about the first bit. I was half thinking the same thing: “Wait a minute, wasn’t the first novel in the world written by a . . . Japanese woman?” (Though I love that factoid, I found Tales of Genji kind of monotonous, even despite the fact that Genji was scoring with all those babes.)
The thing with Genji that I hated most is that most characters are referred to by their ranks and titles. And those tend to change.
I prefer The Pillow Book. Oh Sei Shonagon you snarky wench!
I’ve never been able to listen to more than 10 minutes of Wagner at any given time, but the prelude to Das Rheingold is actually kind of neat (also, maybe the longest major chord in history):
(Apparently this is from the live action version of Pocahontas, which I never saw. It was hard to find a clip of the opening of Das Rheingold that didn’t have 1) two minutes of silence at the beginning, or 2) singing.)
I found it! I first heard that ages ago in the mountain trek scene in Werner Herzog’s Nosferatu the Vampire. It’s a long tedious scene but it made an impression on me at the time:
Oh, for me it was the Ride, of course, with the famous scene from Apocalypse Now. Plus a few overtures.
Then I saw a full Wagner opera, from the beginning to the end. Oh dear. My love shattered in the pompousness of Dick Wagner.
You made it through a whole Wagner opera. Amazing. I walk away as soon as they start warbling.
In all fairness, I don’t remember anything. At one point it started, then it ended. The time between is a case for Scully and Mulder.
There are some great possibilities here! You can rework the old saying:
The opera was over, and the fat lady may or may not have sung.
It’s like Schrödinger’s soprano!
(I saw Schrödinger’s statue at the U of Vienna. It’s engraved with his equation!)