18 September 2005

- Meet the Grumps -

Judi J., first grader, woke up around 6 am. She forgot the 7 am rule, where she isn't supposed to wake Mama and Papa up until then on weekends. Lucky Spouse, she was the chosen one, so she was grumpy about that, especially since she'd been the chosen one yesterday morning as well. While I managed to sleep until a little after 7, I woke up grumpy, too. Judi J., first grader, has been a regular Tosca all weekend, and this morning she's already been in time out twice, so we're a whole family of grumps.

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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