The snow hath returned...

White stuff coming down at a good clip. Not as bad as the last big storm, but enough to notice.

Ah well.

Crawled into bed at 1am, chatted 'til 2am, didn't get asleep until past 4am. I think I might know why my body clock is so badly frelled...

*sigh*

Anyway, maybe some writing today. If the brain doesn't burst into flames.

Close entry.

Live (semi-live) from Lincoln Center

Found taker for third ticket. Three pieces on program.

First: music for cello and orchestra, by Leon Kirchner, cellist Yo-Yo Ma. Sounded like music cues from movie Tron. Left me lost.

Second: "Seeing", for piano and orchestra, by Chrictopher Rouse, pianist Emanuel Ax. Listed as a musical interpretation of the world view of a psychotic, the piece nearly induced post-traumatic flashbacks. Very not enjoyable.

Third, "The Song and Dance of Tears," by one Bright Sheng. Based on Chinese folk songs heard along the Silk Road. Interesting.

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OK, for this one, I know I'm gonna burn.

I think I can guess what sparked the Angelus arc this year. After watching DB totally having a ball on tape, I imagine the conversation between Joss and Mutant Enemy's HMO went something like this:

"Mr. Whedon, I don't quite know how to tell you this, but Mr. Boreanaz hasn't been getting enough scenery in his diet recently."

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