and...

... thanks also to George Frideric Handel, Itzhak Perlman, and Pinchas Zukerman.

it is not possible to improve upon this perfomance.

Julia Fischer and Gordan Nikolic record Mozart K364 part2

Sometimes. Do you ever feel the need to express your gratitude for the existence of great music and art and writing? But there's nowhere really to put the gratitude? I am often overwhelmed.

Anyway, right now, I'd like to thank Julia Fischer and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart for just being born.

holy crap.

Russian Strangers

I got caught up in one of those genealogy web sites (not ancestry.com, I don't recall the name; it actually appears to be more international) and, while clicking links, found groups of photos people had posted of their families/ancestors. Something struck me about this group though I can't entirely explain. All the captions were in Russian (or at least used the Cyrillic alphabet), so I've no idea what info I might have culled from them.
There' a poignancy about them, though, that touches me.




Second world decor and fashion. A sort of innocence. A Westernized mishmash. Colors (to my mind) too bright, not quite matching, juxtaposed styles. Too over-the-top to be labeled eclectic even. And I think that's an actual rug they've put on the seat of the sofa. No lamps in sight, but I'll put ten dollars down they're still have the plastic covers.

This is one of those pictures that seem to have never been recent. She's at that stage in life at which we all have photographs. A look on our faces that we recognize later as a sort of expectancy. Captured between worlds of time, stepping out of one door and moving toward another. Right after graduation. Just before the war. Right before I got engaged. Just after I found I was pregnant with you. Right before I moved to Moscow to escape the strangling soot pouring from the countryside factories.

I have never known a cat I did not love on sight.

Trio de Brio

1.

Took this photo of this child in the Atlanta airport a couple of weeks ago.

She did not take her eyes off me for about ten minutes.

I don't think she even blinked.

Very crowded. I was honored she chose me.

2.

Ran to Publix tonight for a few things and right in the middle of the cereal aisle

about even with the Cheerios

was a big fat bag of pot.

I spent the rest of my shopping trip trying to guess which of my fellow shoppers had dropped their stash. Hilarious.

3.

Invention of the Day: UMBRELLA

Scribbles 3: downright inspirational