November 5th, 2008


On the move

  • 08:42 Slept well for once - disturbed that it seems to be increasingly alcohol-dependant. #
  • 09:19 US Embassy in London: ""Sorry, you can't vote here today after all" #
  • 09:59 Dear America, please go vote for Obama - what's good for the world is, in this case, the best for the US! Don't be complacent, go vote! #
  • 11:17 I *really* hate debugging a blank screen #
  • 11:20 Actually the one thing I hate more than debugging a blank page is debugging a blank page that should be running wordpress. #
  • 13:04 @davidgerard Wordpress is only written in PHP as a side effect. Mostly it's written in Abject Fail. #
  • 13:10 "An internal error occured while showing an internal error. Zend Studio will now descend into focus-stealing recursive hell" #
  • 14:13 @alisonw It's the legacy "solution" for blogs on all our sites. We're moving the code to new servers, but WP breaks if you look at it funny. #
  • 14:20 If the world could vote... #
  • 16:23 Retweeting @kevinrose: GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE HOUSE AND VOTE (.COM) - (retweet!) #
  • 21:59 @noirem Erm, whonow? #
  • 22:04 Retweet from @ryancarson : #
  • 22:05 @noirem I'm still married anyway. And @webcowgirl says she has dibs. #
  • 22:30 @noirem you probably missed it 'cos you were twittering! #
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From Barack to Baroque

Back in mundania, however, I had an extremely pleasant night last night with webcowgirl, silkyraven and shadowdaddy, at a concert of Baroque Opera music. (strictly, it was a set of short baroque operas, but that doesn't give an accurate impression; baroque opera is basically a concerto with singers who wander around a bit.)

Not, evidently, my usual recreation, but change is good after all, and much as I loathed studying music to GCSE it does at least give me a background on these things. Everything was sung in French, although parts of it were hard to make out due to the very theatrical singing. Fortunately the Barbican provided supertitles, but their translation was relaxed to say the least, and lost much of the poetry of the music.

The pieces before the interval were "The generous Turk" (girl gets kidnapped from wedding, ends up prisoner of a Sultan who's infatuated with her, husband gets shipwrecked and captured by Sultan, Sultan proves incredibly noble by freeing both; lovers live happily ever after, turk cries in the corner), and "The Incas of Peru" which was such unreconstructed Conquistador propaganda that, while musically excellent, left me cringing slightly around 300 years after it was written.

As T was feeling tired we headed home at interval; it did me no good as my insomnia was in full force last night.

The night was enjoyable for many reasons (not least the company); the sheer novelty of course, but the quality of the music, both in composition and performance, was excellent. Les Arts Florissants were flawless, and everything was played on authentic instruments which perfectly suited the histories being presented.