I’m totally behind on links, so let’s catch up:
Score: William Merritt Chase—an American Impressionist and his instruments.
Boston Globe, October 21, 2016.
Score: Rosemary Brown and her famous (dead) collaborators.
Boston Globe, October 29, 2016.
Score: Ray Conniff and Billy May at 100.
Boston Globe, November 4, 2016.
In defense of my tardiness, I can claim a) a crush of work, b) a three-year-old who demanded a custom-tailored Cinderella dress for Halloween (which meant a week’s battle with the sewing machine), and c) um, well, this:
My more-often-than-not forlorn fandom has been commemorated in this space at assorted past moments of temporary buoyancy, so it is not a surprise that my productivity has been utterly subverted for some weeks now. (I played “Go Cubs Go” as an organ postlude this past Sunday and I don’t think there was a soul in the congregation who had a clue what it was, which somehow made it even more fun.)
Still: slacking. So, to make it up to you, I made you a drink:
½ oz Bénédictine
½ oz lemon juice
½ oz lime juice
2-3 oz Canadian Club (or any rye-heavy whiskey; amount based on just how much time we’re trying to skip over here)
a healthy 4-5 dashes of Peychaud’s bitters
Shake everything up with ice, strain into a cocktail glass, garnish with an orange twist.
Tomorrow (Tuesday) is election day here in the U.S. Go vote! And remember the words of that most optimistic of radicals, Jean Jaurès:
All of us forget that before everything else, we are… ephemeral beings lost in the immense universe, so full of terrors. We are inclined to neglect the search for the real meaning of life, to ignore the real goals—serenity of the spirit and sublimity of the heart … To reach them—that is the revolution.