21 Minutes Till Curtain Call…

…and I’ll take my bows for another day in the working world.  It’s so odd to have the Stacey-job.  One minute, you’re drifting away in a pink fluffy cloud, perfectly work-free, and the next you barely have time to check your email in between DOING THINGS.  Now, most of what I’m doing right now is not all that difficult – a trained monkey could, in fact, do some of it.  But not all.  No, there are a few things I’m doing that require more than opposable thumbs, and of that work, I’m proud.

The thing I’m most proud of is that I’ve been able to maintain some semblance of writing on here as I work.  Go me!  Don’t expect as much for next week though – things are certainly already bogging me down.   I had a whole story idea planned out in my head today taht I didn’t get down on paper – er, on computer.  But that’s ok – I’d gladly sacrifice even more of my time to know I was doing something vaguely worthwhile.

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All Music Is Sacred

I came across this idea in the Vonnegut book I’m reading today, and it struck me as rather nice.  Wow, music is sacred.  But then I started to wonder if it’s really true.

Of course, there’s the traditional thoughts behind this idea.   There’s ‘sacred music’, including everything from hymns and carols, to most Classical music, which is often written to interpret a Christian theme.  I think of the Hallelujah Chorus, which my home church sings together every Easter, a cacophony of sounds that ring mostly in tune.  That’s a big, powerful, faithful sound, and to me it sounds sacred.

But when I think about other music that I personally consider sacred, there are many things I don’t include.  Rap is not really sacred in my mind.  Neither is most popular music.  More mellow, reflective stuff is more sacred, or maybe songs that make you think, but often these don’t have a really pumping beat.  I can’t think of a pumpy song that I consider sacred.  Not that I don’t like popular music – I do, sometimes, find a very guilty pleasure in the dumbest forms of music.  It’s just with all that bustling about inside the song, I don’t feel the same uplift that I would from a different, more relaxed and introspective song that I would consider sacred.

Where, then, is the line drawn between sacred and secular or even profane types of music?  Is there anyone out there who feels that country music is sacred?  What about all the crossovers, like popular tunes that become hymns, or songs that really move and touch and shape us and are so popular because they are sacred?

It reminds me of the similar corollary that all children are special.  Some children are very difficult to love and cope with.  Does that mean they aren’t special?  Are some children more special than others?  Who, or what, makes that definition?

Please share your thoughts.  What could make music sacred, or not?  Is there any type of music that can never be sacred?  Why?  What about music (like free jazz) that may be very artistic, but still difficult on your hearing?  Do meaning, sound, emotiveness, and art form each carry a part of music’s sacredness, and if so, to what extent?

Out of India

A co-worker sent me this article on the recent loss of interwebbing in those countries that need it most.  Early (and therefore, questionable) reports indicate that entire continent’s internet links may have been severed by a boat anchor killing an undersea cable that could take 2 weeks to repair.  I ask you, a boat anchor?  Is technology really so frail?

Also, this may be something I just don’t get about the interweb and its high-tech structure, but how much impact should one cable between Egypt and Italy really have?  Should that really cut India’s bandwidth in half?  I get the whole idea of communications with certain areas or between certain areas being drastically reduced, but I would think they would have a few more backups or alternatives in place.   I mean, the UAE is worried about the whole thing crippling its ability to do business.  India as well, especially with all the customer service and other backups to businesses here that they provide.  It dosn’t really work without internet, and it could majorly affect international stocks in an interesting way the next few weeks. Not that anyone will be able to take advantage (unless they happen to be in these countries and can like walk to the trading floor).

We recently implemented a backup email system here at work, but what happens when the whole interweb fries up and blows away?  Do they shut down the stock market?  Sorry guys, no trades today!  Really, those Fight Clubbers should’ve just gone out and dredged the ocean floor rather than blowing things up.

My heart goes out to those lonely souls teaching and doing other service work abroad in those countries.  I remember well those days in China, when the interweb beckoned like the vision of some sort of Holy Grail.  Alas, it’s almost as bad as a power outage.  Good luck Judith!  Glad I’m not in Qatar or environs today.

The words we’ve misplaced.

I’ve started reading Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut today. That may be weird to those of you who knwo I’m an avid reader. And I like Vonnegut – I do – I just had never gotten around to this one before. There are lots and lots of them, you know. But when a friend decided to give up their worldly possessions, including books, I jumped at teh chance to possess a copy. Ahh, possessions.

So far I’ve just read a bit, but it’s good. I’ve already been reminded of things forgotten: Armistice Day, and prosperity. How I miss these words in my everyday speech! How I wish they would return to me freely, perhaps unannounced. Thus far, they have not.
I read a post online today as well that mentioned this problem. The lost word? Frankfurter. Wouldn’t we all be better people, wouldn’t the world just be a better place, if we said frankfurter a little more often?