May 14th, 2007

turtle

one of them numbered posts

1. Two dress rehearsals + two concerts in one week = exhaustion.

2. We arrived at the church for Sunday's concert to discover that their organ had no keyboards. They'd sent them to London to be fixed. Without telling us. Right. Piano isn't the same, especially for a creepy piece using Poe, but we perservered. I wonder how much money they will refund us? Acoustic in that church is gorgeous, so I hope we sing there again, but they better make it right. We pay for organ; if there isn't one, and we need it, we pay to rent one and have it delivered. I guess I am more annoyed than I thought...I feel like our small non-profit got screwed. Even though the audience didn't seem to mind; there were no cries of outrage.

3. Very small audiences; had a hard time selling this one, I think because it was graduation weekend for so many. Not a good choice of dates. But the music was excellent. Yay, Philadelphia composers! The audience clapped. One person told me it was his favorite concert since "Northern Lights." We won a prize for "Northern Lights."

4. I feel like I had no weekend.

5. I don't feel like doing anything except curling up and retreating into books, with occasional naps. Alas, this is not to be.
turtle

first contact sf

I'm compiling two lists: 1) first-contact science fiction, both old and new; and 2) science fiction in which colonialism is a major theme. For the second list, I'd prefer more recent books, say from the 1990s onward, but if you think of a classic I absolutely must know about, please feel free to suggest it. The reason I limited the time period is because so much classic sf has the "human empire" theme, and I'd rather look at the most creative treatments of the theme.

Your comments on how each book addresses the issue would also be helpful.

Thanks!
bigger on the inside

hmmm.

Perhaps this dull, lackadaisical, brainless feeling I've had all day is Dr. Who withdrawal.

Perhaps I should go home and watch one of the eleventy-billion old episodes I have lying around waiting to be seen again, or listen to one of the eleventy-billion audio plays to which I have not yet listened, or read one of the three or four novels I bought and never read.

Or I could just bitch and moan because there's no new episode.

Stupid Eurovision.