A choir I sing in has been practicing some American choral music for a change, for performance abroad. There are some wonderful tight harmonies, including this arrangement of “Precious Lord, Take My Hand” (which, be it recalled please, is not an anonymous spiritual, but was composed by pale penis person Tommy Dorsey):
There was some joking about the word “precious” evoking images of Gollum. But these harmonies put me in mind of a different movie, with me starring as Navin Johnson:
Yes! This! The music speaks to me! (Come to think of it, though, Steve Martin does have hairy Hobbit feet.)
Perhaps the only reason Donald Trump has a shot to win the White House is that his opponent is Hillary Clinton—and vice versa. Both are viewed unfavorably by about three of five Americans, but voters must compare the two and select one.
(Wall Street Journal) No! No! No! Not even as a throwaway lead into a story about how GOP legislators might survive Trump! I know Wall Street owns both parties, but it doesn’t own me. There are third parties. There are protest votes. There is abstention. I don’t have to select either of those two.
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“In learning as in traveling and, of course, in lovemaking, all the charm lies in not coming too quickly to the point, but in meandering around for a while.” (Eva Brann)
Tipsy Teetotaler ن 