12 August 2005

- There's a Big Hole In Our Yard -

Well, yesterday the excavators came and dug a big hole in our yard to get at the phone line. Apparently, we had a splice go bad. We still have a big hole in our yard, as the phone company has yet to send someone out to fix the splice. In the meantime, I'm still in limited posting mode, though I think I'll go to the coffee shop later in the day and try to get caught up on all your blogs. As it is, I've been stealing a very iffy wireless signal from the neighbors.

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Here [in Fidelio] and nowhere else music becomes a rosy dawn, militant religious, the dawning of a new day so audible that it seems more than simply hope. It shines forth as the pure work of Man, as one which had not appeared in the world surrounding Beethoven, a world that existed irrespective of men. Thus music as a whole stands at the farther limits of humanity, but at those limits where humanity, with new langauge and haloed by the call to achieved intensity, to the attained world of "we," is first taking shape. And this ordering in our musical expression means a house, indeed a crystal, but one derived from our future freedom: a star, but one that will be a new Earth.

—Ernst Bloch
The Principle of Hope