It’s not everyone who gets to say “I spoke with Carl Reiner this morning” - and even fewer who would be able to add “and he was still in bed at the time.” I should hasten to add that it was a phone interview. (Had I actually showed up at his bedside to do the
I was all set to write a touching entry about a poignant Francis Poulenc song I shared with one of my voice students today- but Poulenc got trumped by a little game called Pathwords. (I probably want to write about this because what I did in Pathwords today stands in rather graphic contrast to my
Things just got a bit more exciting at the Berg house, thanks to something called Wii. This is something we had seen at Polly and Mark’s - and then this summer I got another taste of it via my nephew Henry during my visit to Seattle. (If you look back at my August 3rd entry
It was a most memorable day at Holy Communion because those of us who gathered there at 11:00 this morning were able to witness the ordination of one of our own, Nick Barootian. It seems like just yesterday that Nick was a sweet-voiced boy soprano warbling “Pie Jesu” - and now he is more properly
It isn’t too often that I am scared of an interview - and when I am, it’s usually because the guest is a fellow professor - and especially if they are a colleague from Carthage. It’s during these interviews that I’m so nervous about splitting infinitives or dangling participles or ending sentences with a preposition.
I strongly suspect that if you examined the home video collections of my faculty colleagues at Carthage, you would find a plethora of PBS documentaries, foreign language art house films, a few operas, ballets, or Shakespeare plays, and - for those evenings when they want to really let their hair down - a BBC comedy
Sometimes what we love our friends for is how comfortable we are with them - for all of the interests we share - for all of the time when we’re on exactly the same page. But sometimes we love our friends for the ways in which they take us outside of the comfortable and expected
There’s something mighty strange going on with the card you see pictured here. It’s a birthday card I got awhile back (I’m guessing February of 2008) from my former voice student/ now friend Trevor Parker. You open it up and it plays The Ride of the Valkyries from Wagner’s “Die Walkure.” If that doesn’t say
“My Two Cents” seems to be back in business, thanks to the determined efforts of my wife. (I need to be extra nice to her for the rest of the year.) Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, dear. There have been some blog-worthy events during the last 27 days - including the night
