Prolific 3: Today’s Walk

It was another beautiful day in Mendocino. One thing about being here, there is always something self can take a picture of.

Right now, it is spring. So there’s an unbelievable amount of action going on, even in the vacant lots, and even if it’s just grass.

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Hodder Field, One Block from the Mendocino Art Center

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Self’s attention was caught by the swaying grass in Hodder Field.

And there are many, many spring concerts abounding, such as this one advertised on a poster tacked up to a fence on Ukiah Street:

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Spring is a great time to be outdoors and just soaking up the sights in Mendocino.

Her friends are telling her to come back for the Mendocino Music Festival (July) but all accommodations are booked solid.

Never mind. She’s just happy to be here in April.

Other PROLIFIC:

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

A Good Match: The Daily Post Photo Challenge, 22 February 2017

  • . . .  share a photo of things that complement each other.

— Ben Huberman, The Daily Post

Self has wanted to blog this picture for the longest time: at Dulles International, the day she left Washington DC, there was a one-man concert in the departures terminal. OMG, what a send-off this man’s music was! The sign next to the musician announced that the free concert was in honor of Black History Month. WOW. Self has no words. Thrilling.

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Merlon Devine, playing at Dulles International, in honor of Black History Month: February 2017

And here’s a sign self saw at the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore:

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Definitely, Food is Love.

Finally, a poster advertising the annual Noir Film Festival at the Castro Theatre. San Francisco and Noir go together like white on rice:

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The 15th Annual Film Noir Festival (Noir City), held at the Castro Theatre

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Dance 3: Summer Concert, Stafford Park, Redwood City

One of the joys of owning a home only two blocks from Stafford Park: Wednesday nights throughout the summer, there are free musical concerts. And every available space on the grass is taken by picnicking families. FUN!

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Joy is to be a child again.

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To dance in circles on the grass!

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Conga Line?

Harmony 3: Hill House, Saturday Night

It was Bluegrass Night at the Hill House.

Self had to duck through the lobby: she left a terrible review about Hill House on Tripadvisor, and the lone staff on duty tonight was the same guy who checked her in.

The band tonight was Foxfire. The weather was terrible. Margo went with self.

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Guitars lined up, just before the performance started.

As usual, no flash:

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Chatting before getting started

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Guitars lined up, just before the performance started.

The singers expressed sentiments like “I’m richer by far with a satisfied mind” and The “the wealthiest man is a pauper sometimes compared with a satisfied mind.” There were  songs like “Slaughterhouse Gulch” and another called “Pinebox Sailor”.

Most interesting evening!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

 

Music: Sylvain Landry Photo Challenge Week 28

The Sylvain Landry Photo Challenge this week is MUSIC.

Here’s a picture of the main stage of New York City’s Carnegie Hall. Took my first tour ever, December 2015. We were only allowed to take pictures when the musicians weren’t rehearsing.

Dearest Mum played a concert here after she won The New York Times International Piano Competition, when she was 14:

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The Main Stage of Carnegie Hall, in between rehearsals: December 2015

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

The Year 2015: Very Stream-of-Consciousness

First Margarita Donnelly Prize for Prose. Mary Gaitskill. New York, New York. Carnegie Hall and Dearest Mum (Last night, front row seat, Trio Solisti. They killed Brahms. Absolutely killed it. Three standing ovations. From a New York audience. No joke). Florence & Venice with Niece. “Crackers” in Crab Orchard Review. Fan Fiction (self’s WIP: about Peeta as a prostitute!!!) garners more hits. London-Ireland-York (the last for the first time). Central Park walks. Middlemarch (swoon). Writers Group meet-ups. Twitter Hashtag Games & Folklore Thursday. Victorian Steampunk and Shadowhunters. Believing in dragons. Stay tuned.

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Carnegie Center’s Weill Hall, Before the Trio Solisti Concert Last Night

Afloat: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is AFLOAT.

The pictures self chose are from: Venice Beach, a trip she took with Angela Narciso Torres in November; the park two blocks from her house in Redwood City, which holds free weekly concerts every Wednesday throughout the summer; and the Cambridge River, on a visit self paid to ex-Assumption High School classmate Doris Duterte Stanley.

Venice Beach, November 2014

Paragliding: Venice Beach, November 2014

Concert in Stafford Park, Summer 2014

Concert in Stafford Park, Redwood City, CA: Summer 2014

Men's Crew, Cambridge, May 2014

Men’s Crew, Cambridge, May 2014

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

A Scene From the Latest Chapter of Self’s Hunger Games Fan Fiction

Writing this in New Hampshire. Snow drifts pile high outside. Nashua has no beauty salon, although there is a Supercuts. And one art gallery.

Last night, self attended a reception for the Symphony New Hampshire, which is premiering The Marife Suite. Found out it will be taped. Portions from the dress rehearsal may be uploaded to the Hampshire Symphony website.

Drew invited self to attend the dress rehearsal. But, thinking of her on-line students, she begged out of it (Waking up this morning, however, she greatly regrets that decision)

She opens her fan fiction, and writes:

Finnick is terribly confused. He only prays they don’t lay a hand on Annie. Is she already here? He fears the worst. She might survive, for a time. But they might do things to her — her brain. He’s seen those women wandering around Snow’s room’s as if lost in thought, barely able to remember their own names.

Please, he thinks. Please don’t turn Annie into one of those.

Could he strike a bargain with these people? He’ll do anything to save Annie. He should have known the rebellion wouldn’t work. He’d lost sight of his own greatest weakness.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

Self Wrote the Libretto for a Two-Act Opera!

Self wrote the libretto for a two-act opera.

Self doesn’t watch opera. But she is never one to let a little thing like not knowing anything stop her from writing!

Self’s composer/collaborator, Drew Hemenger, is sick, as self was before she left California. A few shots of chili-laced Szechuan soup near Harvard Square and she’s all better!

The world premiere of The Marife Suite is this Saturday, in Nashua, New Hampshire.

Boston is freezing cold. Self tried walking around Harvard Square this morning. CRAAAAP! She didn’t even make it five blocks. The wind and — ugh, ugh, ugh! Lips are chapped! Yikes! Hands look like wrinkled prunes!

She’s switching all her fan fiction (the ones that had Peeta as a Harvard undergrad) to Palo Alto.

So glad. Just so glad she chose to study in Palo Alto, where giant palm trees line the broad avenues etc. May the Heavens preserve us, she just can’t take this bitter Boston cold.

Self brought with her the libretto for The Making of the Representative for Planet 8, the opera by Philip Glass and Doris Lessing. Believe it or not, reading this libretto, six years ago, was what started self thinking that maybe, just maybe, she could pull this one off. Maybe she could actually write a full-length opera.

Lessing’s libretto combines two of self’s most enduring interests: science fiction and terse language. Here’s an excerpt from Act II Scene 4:

BELOW THE WALL

The people stand huddled together, waiting. Beside them is a great heap of insulating material.

The People (variously)
Like coats for houses.
In this new time of ours buildings must wear coats and skins.
Like us.

They sink down into the snow. Sit listlessly. Some go off to sleep.

Reading the above, self wonders how much of her story The Freeze, the one that’s coming out in Bluestem Magazine (It’ll be on sale at the AWP Book Fair. Yeessss!), consists of lingering echoes from The Representative for Planet 8. In self’s story, the temperature drops overnight, everything stops working, every living thing dies — except for huddled bands of starving people, who decide to head south.

Her story follows one intrepid band (teen-agers and one very old woman) who decide to follow Highway 1 to Mexico.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

And STILL MORE Summer Lovin’ !!!

Why yes, dear blog readers.  Self was able to tear herself away from Miguel Hernandez’s poetry to take her regular Wednesday evening stroll to Stafford Park, two blocks down the street, to listen to the free summer concert.

Self keeps forgetting to note the name of the band.

Such a thrill to have a policeman stop traffic while she crosses the street.

She buys a hot dog with chips and a can of orange soda.

Listens for a while.

Walks back to the house.  Resumes reading poetry.

In the Philippines, they would describe her thus:  Ang babaw ng kaligayahan.

Which means: Cheap. Thrills.

But that’s why she loves summer.  Because cheap thrills abound.

Stafford Park, Redwood City: There are free concerts every Wednesday throughout the summer, starting at 6 p.m.

Stafford Park, Redwood City: There are free concerts every Wednesday throughout the summer, starting at 6 p.m.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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