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I ran out of flavoured milk.  I use it for making hot chocolate.  My recipe is spoon chocolate into a cup until the bottom is thickly covered, about three teaspoonfuls.  Add a little instant coffee.  Blend together into a syrup with flavoured milk to make it interesting.  Fill the cup with hot water.  Stir as the water is added to make a thick, even and strongly flavoured consistency.  It’s my favorite drink.  In the evening I make Milo instead.  About the same consistency of thickness.

When I ran out of flavoured milk I changed to tea instead.  Loose leaf, made with a spoon-like tea infuser with a hinged-lid.  That allows for a fresh tea  without the awful taste of tea-bags.  The taste of tea bags I consider to be a modern sin.  Unfortunately I find tea passes through me very quickly.  I’m getting old.  Also I went through the normal milk very quickly.  It meant I had an excuse to go to the shops to buy more milk, both white milk and flavoured.  Flavours with which I have experimented include Chocolate, Jaffa, Cookies and Cream, Lime, and Banana.

I’ve been to see the Metropolitan Opera’s The Enchanted Islandwhen my mother visited.  I confess I was disappointed with it.  I was expecting the same creative team would bring back the puppeteers that they used on Satyagraha.  That opera was magical for me and I loved it.  I was disappointed that not much of their work was included.  I think that they were in one scene where Caliban summoned spirits for his kingdom.

I was also unhappy with the make-up for Caliban.  Face painted like an Amazonian native, dreadlocks, and body suit like an orc.  The history of Caliban is complicated by changing attitudes to the treatment of the Native as Other.  I felt that this costume was confused and the libretto missed an opportunity to make a new statement about this character.  Despite that the character was more sympathetically treated than Shakespeare’s original play.

Lots of good things about this opera.  There is good opportunity to play with magic and steampunk in this story.  I loved the entry of Neptune to the fanfare from Zadok the Priest.  The computer generated scenery came out of the Metropolitan Opera’s work with Wagner’s Götterdämmerung over the last two seasons.  I am disappointed that it is not going on my highlights of the 2011-2012 season.

I’m listening to Love and Fear by Tom Russell again.  Stealing Electricity definitely belongs on my Top Ten at the Dayglo Disco.  I have loved that song ever since I heard William Dart using it as a trailer for his Pressing On show on Radio New Zealand Concert.  Not current on Concert’s website, but I see that he is still doing New Horizons.

Top Ten

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Some things I’m listening to are for consideration as candidates for my top ten at the Dayglo Disco.

  • Giving it all awayby Hothouse Flowers
  • Christmas Chants by Gregorian.  I can’t decide.  I sing along to A spaceman came calling, but Footsteps in the snow is also a nice catchy piece.
  • Holy Smoke by Gin Wigmore.  Mr Freakshow was the first to catch my ear as I shuffle between discs.  Don’t Stop andToo Late for Lovers are also contenders.
  • Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven.  This is music that pads up behind you and mugs you for your wallet.  As they would say on WTWP Classical Radio “Music so soft you don’t know you’re listening to it”.  It quietly demands the listener’s attention.

Visiting with

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Inspired by a recent post on Omniglot I added a new reflexive verb to the Brithenig Wordlist: gwisitarsi cu.  It means ‘to pay a visit, to visit with…’, the act of visiting someone regularly for a good chat: Mam si wisitara cumeg: Mum will pay me a visit (which she will when she comes up to Dunedin to see The Enchanted Island, a Metropolitan opera at the Rialto this weekend).

The Big Picture

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Bi-culturalism works when there is an expectation between two cultures. When there is antagonism between us and them it fails.

Insurrection by Peter Rollins


That’s what I meant to do today, write up my notes from this book:

  • We expect god to be interventionist and therapeutic.  (Somebody cue Nick Cave at this point!)
  • If the cry from the cross becomes the starting point of our theology then Jesus’ final words become God, are you there?
  • Participation in the community of faith becomes a placebo for lost belief.
  • Eternal life in life beyond death is no substitute for eternal life in the here and now; what lies beyond the veil is the kingdom of the black robes.
  • God planted a garden, in Babylon.  (Just ask Jeremiah.)

Now I have to figure out how to find a copy ofThe New Materialism.

Grace Notes

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I am collecting less stuff now.  Although there are still items to share.

  • Tony from Alphistia posted a link to an interview with Francis Fukuyama on Der Spiegel
  • On Pundit David Beatson asks Where Are Mum and Dad’s Shares on the new round of privatisation
  • I ride a motorcycle as a passenger with my brother the Phantom when he visits but I don’t think I’ve seen parking this narrow yet.
  • And just in time for Valentine’s Day, Two Nerdy History Girls provide that lovely couple Mr and Mrs Addams doing the Ramones.

Epiphany 6

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It is sad to report that Mae Cairn’s body was found on a bay on the Miramar peninsula in Wellington harbour where she had drowned.  Her body had been found by an elderly couple on the beach on Friday, several days after she had disappeared.  They were suitably distressed to convince the staff at a nearby cafe to phone for help.  It appears that Mae had been unwell enough that she determined to take her own life.  I can only wish now that she is at peace.

It was a better occasion to watch the screening of episodes 3 and 4 of Hamish Keith’s The Big Picture covering the history of New Zealand art in the first half of the twentieth century, as art recorded the death of the Maori people (which proved to be greatly exaggerated) and the cultural wasteland that New Zealand became for two generations when New Zealand recoiled from federation with the Australian states.  There were oases in that wasteland.  I must look out a copy of this series.

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