Mozart was there for me

I had quite an emotional day today. At a quarter 'til 6pm, I was driving while listening to my iPod. It has over 4000 songs on it, so it's not terribly likely that any given song will come up... or that music so very perfect will surprise me by coming up when I need it most. So I'm driving, I'm emotional, and Mozart's Requiem starts playing. I didn't listen to any other music the whole night (which involved another hour of driving). Mozart just really came through for me. I sang the Requiem with a choir once upon a time, so enough of the Latin still lingers in my head for me to heartily sing along.

So... I wrote that paragraph yesterday, on my iPad. I thought I'd hit an actual computer today and offer scads of marvelous links to a spectacular selection of Mozart info on the web. HA! There's just too much! I like the Classical Music Guide's YouTube videos, because they give a lot of info about the Requiem and have it in a nice and neat playlist -- my link will start you on Dies Irae, just because I love it. I think it's distracting to watch people sing it, though. I'd definitely recommend listening to it in your car, just below the pain threshold, which my mind believes to be at 120 dB. It's possible I arrived at this figure with no help from any human. I dunno. Does this info at Wikipedia mean anything? Because I see 120 decibels there... but... there are extra letters, extra numbers, and I'm just left confused by it all. Eek. This says more, and is generally more confusing, but it does support my 120 dB number.

See how this goes? From Mozart to pain threshold which reminds me of the blog I never blogged about redheads and pain ('cuz I'm a redhead and we experience pain differently! whaddya know!) and then I'm all befuzzled and... and...

Alrighty. I'll blog again soon. Music or redhead stuff. One o' the two. Maybe that'll help my bloggin' noggin' get straightened out ^_^

New Year's wishes. Because it's never too late :)

From Neil Gaiman:
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

Gratitude Suggestion

If you're finding yourself short on things to be grateful for, I'd like to suggest (to those of you for whom this applies) being grateful if your life is such that nobody in your vicinity pees on the floor. Really, the lack of poorly placed pools of pee is a thing to celebrate.

I am grateful to have a 2-yr old nephew who pees. But. My gratitude will increase when he stops peeing willy-nilly all over the place.


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