Sunday Music, Tuesday’s Edition

Last weekend was a mixture of joy & happiness and frustration. The joy & happiness part happened in Suebia right until Sunday midday, when I went to the station. A journey scheduled to take three hours in the end lasted four and a half hour – 50% more for the same price, yay !
I returned to my place only late in the evening. I have no special memory of yesterday, so it must have been a bland & un-impressive day. I have no idea why I did not post Sunday Music – I think I switched on the computer only for an hour or so in the evening to catch up with the news.
I wanted to cook some soup yesterday, but was too tired around midday to do anything useful except sleeping, and in the evening I felt no more inclination to slave over the pots. Today in the late morning I peeled some potatoes and carrots, threw this & that in the pot, added water and had it boiling slowly. And while the vegetables were simmering I took a bath, I still felt the cold from this morning’s drive in my bones. While the water was rushing into my pool, I heard a sound I could not identify, but it was seemingly nothing that needed any intervention. Then I heard water dripping in the kitchen sink. I wondered, because it had not been dripping while I worked in the kitchen earlier, but who knows something for sure about plumbing, or how it is called.
When I came into the kitchen later I found that the pot with the vegetable soup had somehow slid over the stove plate towards the wall, the pot was only with maybe a fifth of its diameter on the heated area. The tap was not dripping, but a cup I had put into the sink empty was filled to the brim with water. I know that the cup was empty when I put it into the sink, simply because I had emptied it shortly before, it was my coffee cup. I have absolutely no idea what has happened there, why a faucet drips, and stops dripping, why a pot with soup slides over the hotplate – what comes next ? A poltergeist ?
Today’s Sunday Music is a little Adagio by Dansk composer Per NØRGÅRD (Ger., Eng.), hope you enjoy it. May this week free from further flowing vessels of any kind, was Wotan weihen wolle, wigalaweia



Beer, Virus, Glasses

I am in a chatty mood today. I bought some beer from foreign places. Some weeks ago a friend invited me to dinner, and we went to a place that offers Chinese food. I never have been to China, or Asia in general, so I have no idea whether the food offered here in Europe as “Chinese”, “Asian”, Thai” etc. is really something people in those countries or regions actually do eat. What is sold here may well be adapted to a common “European” taste. On their menue I found Korean beer, and ordered a bottle. The stuff was actually manufactured in Germany, a normal, nondescript “Pils”, drinkable, not bad, just a beer.
But today I bought beer from China – it seems that the big steamers now do arrive in Europe again : Brewed & bottled in Qingdao (Ger., Eng.) in a brewery established in 1903, when the city was a German colony. It contained only a very small amount of rice (3 %). I wonder if in other former German colonies also breweries can be found. It was a very pale, and “light” brew, nicely drinkable, less than 5 % alcohol. Just serve well cooled.
Out of pure curiosity I also bought a Belgian brew, something I usually avoid at all costs, simply because these people throw anything into their beer that can not run away : Rice, sugar, colour, more yeast, even chocolate. In my experience Belgian beer is synonym with headaches of the very bad sort. They produce these concoctions of course with a little more uumph than usual. So the “exceptionally rich and complex flavour palette” comes with more than 10 % alcohol. It is called “Gulden Draak” (Eng.) and comes in very small bottles. Two are enough, seriously.

In circa two weeks the new school year will start, it seems that for me nothing changes – same route, same children. We will have to start twenty minutes earlier than last year, so it nearly equals what we had before the pandemic. The virus’ “numbers” are all going upwards around here, it will be interesting to see if, and when yes, what, will be changed. Presumably nothing.
I have not read about the last “findings” of the virus’ origins, and frankly, I am inclined to doubt anything in this respect that comes from a stately source, be it USAmerican, or Chinese, or else.
I can not forget this article on Reuters from last year, nevertheless I do not know what to make out of it. I vaguely remember that the French also reported a virus related death from late 2019. Whatever it means, I hope someone will piece it together one day.
All I am interested in is that no one of the people I love gets infected, and that I meself do not infect nobody. If that means, I am the odd one with the mask, so be it. Surely I will not use something that is made for de-worming cattle as a medication.

I spent too much time on news sites these days, of course I could not escape the last effort of Mr West, who seemingly found something he calls “Jesus”. What I heard on youtube, and other occasions, was bombastically boring ; someone should tell him that the only person, who gets away with supersized glasses on this planet, is Ms Apfel, happy hundredth by the way.
Enough of this. Sorry for having bored you for another five minutes or so. Let’s finish with The Pylon of the Month, August 2021, here.

Sunday Music

At the moment it is not raining right here. All is wet, the air is fresh, nippy enough for me to roll myself in the old rug I use through winter, a very useful blanket. The Northern horizon is wiped out, there should be hills, but all I see is a wall of white mist – is it possible to speak of a “streak of rain” ?
I have some eggs & vegetables left, so later some kind of omelette will be prepared – yes, prepared. Because now I own not only a hot plate (a gift I am very thankful for !), but also a nice cooking pot. I am tempted to call it a Kasserolle (Ger. only). I have to learn how this induction plate works – it is fast ! – & how it reacts. But I am sure that I’ll get my head around this, simply because I want to.
I made a to-do-list for tomorrow, much to my chagrin I have forgotten a few things lately. I hate it when I finally sit down with that content feeling of “All is done”, and apruptly some things jump at me ferociously, yelling “You forgot me ! I am still here, you see ?! Shame on you ! Shame !” Astounding that a phone call or an envelope can have such a life of their own. Energetic beasts.
A total different kind of energy developed the gentlemen Jim HALL (1930-2013) (Ger., Eng.) and Paul DESMOND (sax) (1924-1977) (Ger., Eng.) in company with Gene CHERICO (1935-1994) (Ger., Eng.) on bass & Connie KAY (1927-1994) (Ger., Eng.) on drums. In 1964 they played HALL’s All Across the City in the most elegant way.
I hope you enjoy the music. May the coming week be relaxing and peaceful.



Look, Wonder, Press Delete

When you have to tinker with your computer on the operating system level, it is recommended to make a “backup” before all gets lost. A “backup” is generally a good idea, and yes we all dutifully do create the regular safety copies, of course … Of course not, whom am I kidding ?
I copied a lot of stuff that had amassed since I bought “Hulk”, then I worked through it and decided what to keep on the newly set up machine. For example, tons of youtube links had to go : The stuff is on youtube, I never have looked at these links again. What I kept are some channels by people who share a similar taste of music, or who specialised in certain fields, like e.g. baroque music, or 20th century composers. These channels are good starting points for searching a Sunday Music.
Then there were texts in various stages of development that never will be finished, not needed photographs / images, obscure downloads ; I found two mp3–files (in one a young man explains some equipment to me, in the other a foreigner with an accent speaks nonsense), but wordpress in its wisdom does not allow its non profit generating users to upload audio formats, tah !
An of course tons of links for unrealised posts. For example I once wanted to visit car museums, like those of Mercedes or Toyota (German examples here ; worth a look, the Schlumpf collection). Because of the pandemic many museums went online, the Smithsonian provided a nice starting point, for the Louvre someone already put a tour together. And on & on. At least I brought it down to two lists of unsorted bookmarks, or one very long one. With the right thinning-the-herd-attitude I should be able to reduce this significantly. Solve et coagula applies in any circumstance …