Month: January 2011

The Harvard Glee Club performed last night at Grace Church. If I didn’t have a cat on me I’d run and grab the program to list my favorite pieces. I remember one was a Bruckner, and another was a Leonard Bernstein piece about the lonely men of Harvard, which he wrote while a student. He was briefly the accompanist for the Glee Club, but was fired after four weeks. Imagine!

At the end they invited all the Harvard Glee Club alumni in the audience to join them to sing Harvard football fight songs. Men of all ages came up out of the audience. I almost cried, there was something very sweet about it. During one song there was a call and answer thing, the men would sing something and women in the audience would call out “Radcliffe, Radcliffe.” I remembered when I worked for Harvard after graduating (from Tufts) I envied the strong community they had, and I felt it last night. It was really nice.

Anyway, I tried three different settings on my camera and none worked. This was the best of the lot, but everyone has these light reflecting devil eyes thing. This was at the end, when the alumni joined them.

SPOILER ALERT: Last night was the finale for the tv show Medium. I loved the Ghost and Mrs. Muir ending. It’s almost embarrassing how you come to care about tv characters, but I did love the Dubois family and it’s sad that I’ll never see another minute of them again. The show almost got too scary for me at times, but all the family scenes were just so real and endearing. Goodbye and thanks for a great show.

Anthony Hopkins’ face looming above … Park Avenue, I think it was. Imagine if this were your face. This was HUGE (I was very far away).

This week, I’m not even looking east, the direction of my dentist’s office. Yesterday was supposed to be the day I’d take it easy, my reward for enduring all the dental nightmares. And what happens? I had to go back to the dentist and endure more nightmares. Shudder.

So I’m heading to the dreaded dentist office and police lights start flashing and sirens go off … from within a taxi! They’re going undercover in taxis now! I didn’t notice it at the time, but it looks like this cop is covering his face like I’m the paparazzi, which I guess I kinda was.

Have you all read about this CDC study? They’re trying to kill us. No more kisses for you, little guy. And get off that couch! Who am I kidding, I’m a goner. No way I’m going to stop curling up with them and kissing the top of their heads. But definitely no more open-sore-licking. (Ew. My cats never do that.)

Sorry. I miss Simon. Not mean Simon, but direct Simon, and honest Simon. And Simon with a bit of life to him. It feels so bland and limp without him. The others just don’t have his presence. And I feel mean saying this because he seems like such a decent guy, but grandfatherly-looking Steven Tyler flirting with teenagers, and the repetitive scream/singing, which he does very well, all has to stop.

There used to be a building on this corner, where that crane is now. Even though I’ve probably passed it by thousands of times over 30 years, I don’t remember what was there. What can I say? I pass by thousands and thousands of buildings.