Friday,
April 26, 2002
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peace on SoCo
"Only the old are innocent.
That is what the Victorians understood, and the Christians. Original sin
is the property of the young. The old grow beyond corruption very quickly." |
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what to do? I try to make progress today. I spend one hour getting passwords reset on everything for a new deal we have for work access. One has to read all the instructions, do it, wait, relog on here and there, cross one's fingers. The whole world is an access code maze these days and one always feels on the verge of being denied access. I had one meeting and I didn't go because it wasn't where it was supposed to be so I gave up. I had interruptions from someone asking questions. They weren't unwelcome. I didn't accomplish as much as I should have.
Lunch was vegetarian Indian with a couple of friends. One is going to take a new job. The other would like to quit her job and paint but can't afford to do it.
We didn't have anything to do in the evening, originally. But a friend calls and he has three tickets to an Omar Sosa concert. So Gayle, our bookkeeper, joins us joining him at One World Theater. OWT is one place I can't figure out. It can't possibly be solvent and yet it keeps on. It's allegedly a non-profit but there is something shady about it. Omar Sosa, we have heard, is a Cuban pianist. He is more than that, it turns out. He's a composer using his septet to build complex arrangements. He plays the piano, alternating from rhythms to jazz to classical, sometimes using it as a percussion instrument. He has a white upright bass player and traditional drummer. He is dressed as a muslim or something in a robe and odd hat of sorts. Two of the players are similarly attired. One sings in a high voice, mostly 'call to prayer' sounding stuff. Another is a percussionist playing a variety of drums and gadgets. Two more singers round it out. One is a black woman singing jazzy bits, African bits and, um, a rapper. This latter guy contributes rap and sound effects as bits of these arrangements. He is barefoot and wears shiny track pants that are way too long and frequently cover his feet as he dances about waving a towel. At first, I think it's horrible but, gradually, it becomes an interesting experience and there are parts I like. It's very inventive. We all go after to Four Seasons and listen to American standards by Rebecca and eat and drink. We agree that the concert was great for the price which was free because a buddy got us comped.
I'm not really sleepy when we get home but I go to bed right away and eventually go to sleep. I'm worried about my mother who hurts and hurts and we don't quite know why.
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180
JUST
TYPING