Totally loved I Saw the TV’s Glow … the move from a moving period melancholy to existential horror was so deftly done … It was a really emotional film for me despite (or because of!) its utter unpredictable strangeness. I keep meaning to check out their earlier stuff!

Some of the only Haydn I actually enjoy! That Kyrie is a real nail-biter.

There’s always a tell.

Menucius Felix, for ex, writing soon after this statue was made. (The cult in Ephesus only lasted until the middle of the 3rd C.) Your video oddly discounts him simply because he’s Christian — though his satires of the other gods are entirely consonant with their pagan depictions.

Funny then that period writers call her “many-breasted Artemis.”

This should clarify things.

Today is the 251st anniversary of Paul Revere's midnight ride to warn the Minutemen of approaching British troops.

I want to take a moment to share an excerpt from the Declaration of Independence's grievances against King George III.

Remind you of anyone?

Off to the gym.

“My sister has small breasts, but my breasts are as large as towers.”

I cannot imagine who I would be if I were 18 right now. Literally all the things I loved about learning are being withdrawn.

Love the deceptive accents — delightfully disordering. Like a breeze across piles of tax paperwork on a desk.

Holy crap I haven’t thought about this song for like forty years.

Hahaha

But with a few quick shifts to minor-key longing, which saves it from being merely affable. (I also like the one syncopated descending bass-line in the exposition and recapitulation that sounds kind of doo-wop.)

From Scarlatti energy to Lullian sommeil-scene.

I’ve been writing about the transition from Roman paganism to Christianity recently and it’s striking how American prosperity theology most resembles the transactional, calculating nature of the former.

Oh that is an awful feeling.

Scarlatti is def caffeinated.

kept singing, pissed that people in the audience were all whispering to each other and the principal was running for the stage door.

A performance of Britten’s St. Nicholas (for tenor and school choir) where, during the storm-at-sea scene, with lots of musical billows, one of the kids got seasick, turned pale, and fainted. The tenor (a friend) couldn’t see what was going on behind him so he

heard him say, “Here’s that young man who’s been staring at me. What’s wrong with him?”

Anyway he was the owner of the venue and sponsor of the festival. So. Yeah.

Oh my god yes, this is the worst. It happened once to me at a chamber music venue. I found the perp — on the other side of the audience — and tried several times to signal to him across the crowd. No dice. Then at intermission I headed over and

Wow I just discovered this old AD&D adventure and say what you will, this might be the best representation of how he saw the Avignon Papacy.

Excellent synopsis! Well said! A competent team on the left has to compile a “Project 2026” or 2028 or whatever that is as deeply imagined and transformative as the sociopaths’ bible that got us here in 2025.

In a sane administration, this is what we’d use to inspire national pride and a sense of shared purpose — not pride in our cruelty, our ability to inflict damage, our involvement in disastrous, unmerited wars, our withdrawal of aid from those who need it around the world.

I mean, it’s better than Copland.

I love the idea of the “quiet city montage” accompanied by a series of fart sounds. Like, “In one of these houses …”

This, while universities shut down mediaeval studies programs because they’re “not relevant.”