Music Theory Lesson 2: Range of Notes
As mentioned in the last lesson, we’re working with the knowledge that the musical scale goes on forever in both directions, dipping lower at one end and rising higher at the other.
Music Theory Lesson 1; Middle C
It is not necessary to read music to play well. Many musical greats did not and do not. But if the magical system which is music is to be understandable, we have to have a “You Are Here” point on the location map.
The King of Euralia And The Fairy
An excerpt from A. A. Milne’s delightful book Once On a Time, as published in full at the Esoteric Library
A Batch of Peanut Butter Cookies in Two Quantities
This shortbread-like cookie recipe comes in a large and a jumbo size.
Why laughter is the best medicine.
Why laughter is the best medicine. is short description of how you can be in the timeless now.
Changing Light
Art, Interpretation, and Competition
You tell me a painting hung upside down in a museum for years and nobody noticed? I say, great! A new perspective!
Sometimes
Sometimes They tell you things you need to hear
Sometimes They tell you things you shouldn’t hear
Oatey Biscuity Cookies for a Family of Five
This oatmeal cookie recipe is adapted from the one on the Quaker Oats lid. I reduce the sugar, add extra liquid in the form of one more egg and maybe some yogurt. The result is like little bite-sized quick-breads, less short and less sugary, …
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Tread softly because you tread on my words.
Deity
I had been in one of those sleeps which do not let go of the heart,
And was thick-tongued and weepy, searching blindly in the dark sleeping car for my papers.
Stolen Roses
Astro, in the light of day, was jeans-clad and sneakered. She wore a white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up past her tanned forearms. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a tail, and gleamed with shiny health. “Anyway, I just wanted to apologise.” She held up the bouquet of roses.
Seventy-Five Cents
the economic logistics of public transportation;
from our newest blog member, My Life on a Legal Pad
lost in translation
we try to communicate
Dead Man’s Shoes
A poem about shoes. Or regrets. You decide.
Workhorse Woodies
No one cared about old woodies. You threw them away and got another one. Who would believe that they would go for $90,000 in years to come? Not I, that’s for sure.
Ice Age of the Heart
Lyrics are not complete as poetry. They are created with an additional element, and you just can’t take that away- it’s like printing a poem without any vowels. The music is integral to the form- most of the time. And, yes, there are poets …
The art of making an ass of myself
One sunny spring day, at the tender age of 25 I was out and about in my favorite place in the world, Stockholm the capital of Sweden. I was walking the streets, not really looking for anything when I happened upon a small thriftstore …
Fireflies
My daughter was a stay-awake baby. Sometimes, to shorten the process, we would load her in the car and drive out into the lyrical Pennsylvania countryside, watching the colors of night gather in the sky, the green trees enrich their hues as night fell. …
What’s in a label? Topping, bottoming, Dominance and submission
An essay about BDSM terms. Adult subject, but not graphic or erotic in content.
A recipe for pasta with broccoli
Prepare your ingredients; Chop the Broccoli into very small florets. Smaller than these. Figure a half-cup per serving. Chop Garlic fine. Lots! Chop a Cured Meat into small dice; the original was pancetta but I’ve used Prosciutto, Smithfield ham, Black forest ham, Cheap ham …
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