I meant to show Finney doing his favorite thing, batting things off my desk, but the blue highlighter apparently scared him. And what is that music I’m playing? I own it and I can’t identify it. Palestrina? Byrd? YES. Definitely Byrd. We just performed this a few months ago.
Reading The Death of Ivan Ilych yesterday was such a mistake. Made me feel completely bleak, of course. What was I thinking?? I had to re-create the distance to death that Tolstoy so brilliantly and effectively showed his character lose. We are ALL going to have to face that, the one time when we’re no longer going to be able to say, “Well, at least I’m not dying now.”
The funny part of all this is how Tolstoy showed Ivan Ilych’s desperation about how he lived his life, did he live it rightly or did he waste his time. So what do I do with that awareness? Make videos of my cats knocking things off other things (thank you, Monty Python). I am so Ivan Ilych, in his pre-marriage phase.