Pianostreet's Kindergarten

[pianistimo]

pianowolfi, is it slightly frozeN?  i like mine just a little frozen.  perhaps due to all the humid weather and yukky mold that grows on food here mid-to end summer.  i mean - you leave the bread out 1/2 day and it's growing some kind of forest on it.  same even with watermelon.  it melts on the counter and leaves a swimming pool of watermelon vinegar or somehting.  i can't even leave pototaes out or they'll think they're supposed to sprout. 

no matter.  back to the cheesecake and kindergarten ideas.  i saw a berlitz music tape for babies the other day.  supposedly it teaches them language through singing.  perhaps we need to have a song now?  something that will teach spelling words.  ps whoever invented inventive spelling needs to be shot.

ps do you think tapes that have four languages on them confuse young children?  can you learn may languages at one time?  or should you learn them methodically one at a time?

[ahinton]

alistair - ok.  i'll post the kinderszenen if you tell me to.

I didn't ask you to post it; in fact, I didn't actually ask you to do anything as such - I merely put forward the suggestion that you might like to spend time practising that work rather than writing things that sometimes escape my comprehension entirely.

exactly what is the aforementioned cocktail made of?

I've never had sex on the beach (said he - well, from what you go on to suggest, this is confession time, so I suppose it's OK to say this) but that is only because the mix does not especially appeal to me; for the record, it is usually made of vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry juice, and orange juice and, so I understand (although I've never actually encountered it personally), there is a variation on it called "safe sex on the beach" which is a non-alcoholic version made of cranberry juice, grapefruit juice, and peach nectar in a 3/3/2 ratio. Quite why the vodka-based one is called "sex on the beach" is as much of a mystery to me as is the reason (if any) why anyone might think that substituting grapefruit juice for the vodka would render such sex "safe".

wonders about the pills in alistairs pockets, too.  (just kidding of course).

Indeed so - for there are none and would only ever be any if they had been prescribed by a medical doctor or consultant...

and elspeth should be very good at twisting the truth out of you - after all those...  well, shall we call them 'confessions.'

What truth is this, then? And why would it necessarily take elspeth to extricate it?

considering that you once said you gave a teacher corporal punishment - i would be careful elspeth.

Do please bear in mind that (a) I did this when I was around seven years of age, (b) I did it in pure tit-for-tat response to what had been meted out to me - no more, no less, (c) I did it in front of a class full of witnesses, (d) I have never done it to anyone since and (e) elspeth has done no such thing to me, so the need for elspeth to take such care when approaching me - especially under the protective gaze of the internet - would seem not even to exist.

Best,

Alistair

[pianistimo]

i'm dying laughing about these drinks, alistair.  (probably because i like the unsafe one).  i'm sure you are a very proper english gentleman.  you don't have to try so hard.  (are all the english like this?)  oh.  wait.  you're scottish.  that's right.  ok.  well, you've got a reason for it all.  i bet your ears turn red when you lie.

alistair,  why is it i think you are cute and thalbergmad is cute.  what is the foreign attraction.  when i hear the english and scotch speak - i can't understand a word of what they are saying.  but, when typed - it is completely understandable.

doxy probably speaks the kings english, too, doesn't he.  well, let's not bring him into this - lest we have to drag his mother in too.  well, she might turn the whole forum around.  whip it into shape, i mean.  no monkey business there.  and, there shouldn't be.  but, you know - without mothers - children are basically orphans.

which brings me to the point that i bet 2/3 of this forum ARE orphans.  how do i know.  i just have this intuitive feeling.  for instance, what mother in her right mind would allow opus10#2 to grow up the way he did?

[ahinton]

i'm dying laughing about these drinks, alistair.

Please don't die, Susan; just pour yourself one and enjoy it!

i'm sure you are a very proper english gentleman.

I'm not at all sure that I'm any one of those three things...

you don't have to try so hard.

At what? I didn't think that I was doing so, actually...

(are all the english like this?)

Like what?

oh.  wait.  you're scottish.  that's right.  ok.  well, you've got a reason for it all.

For what, exactly?

i bet your ears turn red when you lie.

Only after a certain amount of time if I've been lying ON them (i.e. abrasion with pillowcase, if you see what I mean)...

alistair,  why is it i think you are cute and thalbergmad is cute.

I cannot answer either question, I'm afraid.

what is the foreign attraction.  when i hear the english and scotch speak - i can't understand a word of what they are saying.  but, when typed - it is completely understandable.

How many British-based English-speaking people have you listened to and whereabouts did you do so? You've certainly never heard me speak (I have no accent from any particular area, incidentally). I find it almost impossible to imagine that you, as an (albeit American) English speaker yourself, are really incapable of understanding a word of what is spoken by anyone whose English speech does not come with an American accent of some kind in order to make it recognisable for you - but then I don't understand some of your written English, either (although I think that the reason for this is more to do with unfamiliar thought-processes than idiomatic use of the English language on your part).

doxy probably speaks the kings english, too, doesn't he.  well, let's not bring him into this - lest we have to drag his mother in too.  well, she might turn the whole forum around.  whip it into shape, i mean.  no monkey business there.  and, there shouldn't be.  but, you know - without mothers - children are basically orphans.

Now that's a relatively simple example of what I mean by your stream-of-semi-consciousness writing. We have the Queen's English in Britain nowadays (if indeed any such thing still exists at all) and have done for some 55 years, "doxy"'s mother has no obvious connection with this thread and, as a (presumed) non-member of the forum, is hardly likely to harbour any ambition to "turn (it) around", let alone "whip it into shape", reference to "monkeys" and their business severs the thread connection still farther and the statement that children are orphans without mothers is just plain daft - orphans are children without either of their parents, not just those who for whatever reason have only one, though, again, quite what that has to to with this thread is less than clear. See what I mean? And this is by no means the most glaring example...

which brings me to the point that i bet 2/3 of this forum ARE orphans.

How could you possibly know that? - even if your definiton of an orphan is incorrect in the first place (see above) - and why two-thirds? - isn't that a very high proportion? - indeed, a very great deal higher than the national average in almost all of the countries in which forum members live.

how do i know.  i just have this intuitive feeling.

I would have expressed the fond hope that we all be protected rom a woman's intuition on the strength of this, were it not for the fact that your own intuition is surely grossly flawed here.

for instance, what mother in her right mind would allow opus10#2 to grow up the way he did?

The only comment I can make on that is that I presume only one such mother actually to have done so - but then what does this have to do with orphaned status? and, in turn, what does orphaned status have to do with this thread?...

Best,

Alistair

[opus10no2]

Pianistimo,

[pianistimo]

no hard feelings.  one of my teacher's students said he was.  then, my teacher said he was. so i said i was, too.  i thought maybe it would impress him.  piano teachers probably look for orphans actually.  i mean, do you want someone arguing with you all the time.

take the adopted piglets that that poor siberian tiger (who lost her cubs) adopted.  do they run away when she bares her teeth.  no, she's the only mother they know.  therefore - they just consider her 'mommy.' 

[opus10no2]

[pianistimo]

what do you mean i didn't.  we were all either going into or coming out of his studio after playing pieces for each other (several other students, too) and 'p' just says 'i'm an orphan.'  so - thinking quickly - i remember that i lost my father and after my teacher declares himself an orphan - i think - well, if lost one parent - i'm still part orphan aren't i?

the strange thing - is that orphans have no compassion for each other. 

perhaps they were referring to long time piano teachers    it did cross my mind.  i still remember the feeling when my college teacher from years ago retired from the school and left for another state.  it was a terrible feeling i had.  something i knew i would never recover from.  now, if i could only save up the gas money to go bug him again - since i now live semi-close to where he and his wife are.  i suppose that he has been trying to avoid me all these years.  what with his obsession with the popul vuh, mazzeppa, and totentanz - i can't blame him.

seriously, he was the father of my dreams.  obsessing over details of music - unlike my own step-father who yawned and fell asleep in several RECITALS.  (we practically have to plug his nose).  no matter, though - because he was a very good father and taught me enough about driving to maintain freeway speeds here on the east coast.  but, the problem is - the depression that hits one - when you are used to getting information from one source and the source leaves.  frankly, looking back - i should have gotten counseling for it.  i would say of the three greatest stresses in my life - it ranks right up there with breaking my leg.

i tried to prolong this pretense that he was still there because he was still alive.  i would play things at the piano pretending that i was hearing his voice tellling me what to do.  it worked somewhat because some of the things (ie fingerings, techniques) i could go back to and look at.  i would even just sit there and look at his handwriting - and review the last note he left.  his handwriting was always precise.  even the numbers were legible.  not one of these teachers that scribbed like a doctor.  although - i really don't care either way. it's just that i've noticed pretty much all the teachers that i've had are meticulous in their handwriting.

*daydreams.  oh well - back to reality.  as i see it - orphans are simply those that choose their own path - no matter how painful.  and they just don't wait around for others to make their lives better. they just do what they gotta do - and make due with circumstances.  you know - like being orphaned.  i remember wayy back when ...  climbing this one tree and sitting up in the first branch.  i thought - i could fall out and break my neck.  (first choice - but obviously not the best).  i could cry for 10 minutes (which i did).  and, i could then hang from the branch upside down (which i did).  then, i could climb down the tree on the steps my step-dad had so kindly hammered wooden block steps into. 

[ahinton]

no hard feelings.  one of my teacher's students said he was.  then, my teacher said he was. so i said i was, too.  i thought maybe it would impress him.

It would only have confused me...

piano teachers probably look for orphans actually.

That's a potentially very dangerously damaging allegation.

i mean, do you want someone arguing with you all the time.

What has this to do with any of the above?

take the adopted piglets that that poor siberian tiger (who lost her cubs) adopted.

No thanks.

do they run away when she bares her teeth.  no, she's the only mother they know.  therefore - they just consider her 'mommy.'

Have you actually asked and gotten an identical response from each of them in the kind of American English that you can understand? - and, in any case, once again, I have to ask what this has to do with the subject...

Best,

Alistair

[ahinton]

i remember that i lost my father and after my teacher declares himself an orphan - i think - well, if lost one parent - i'm still part orphan aren't i?

You can no more be partly orphaned than you can be partly pregnant.

the strange thing - is that orphans have no compassion for each other. 

What? None of them? Have you asked them all?

perhaps they were referring to long time piano teachers    it did cross my mind.

What's that supposed to be about and how does it relate to the subject?

  i still remember the feeling when my college teacher from years ago retired from the school and left for another state...seriously, he was the father of my dreams.  obsessing over details of music - unlike my own step-father who yawned and fell asleep in several RECITALS.  (we practically have to plug his nose).  no matter, though - because he was a very good father and taught me enough about driving to maintain freeway speeds here on the east coast.

At what metronome marks did this college music teacher teach you to drive?

but, the problem is - the depression that hits one - when you are used to getting information from one source and the source leaves.  frankly, looking back - i should have gotten counseling for it.  i would say of the three greatest stresses in my life - it ranks right up there with breaking my leg.

i tried to prolong this pretense that he was still there because he was still alive.  i would play things at the piano pretending that i was hearing his voice tellling me what to do.  it worked somewhat because some of the things (ie fingerings, techniques) i could go back to and look at.  i would even just sit there and look at his handwriting - and review the last note he left.  his handwriting was always precise.  even the numbers were legible.  not one of these teachers that scribbed like a doctor.  although - i really don't care either way. it's just that i've noticed pretty much all the teachers that i've had are meticulous in their handwriting. 

Whilst not wishing to appear unsympathetic - still less patronising - here, I wonder if you ought to have sought professional help over this as you suggest...

Best,

Alistair

[pianistimo]

squeal, squeal.  - yes. alistair - i understand perfectly what the piglet is trying to say.  he thinks his mommy is beautiful.

ok.  i'm just curious, alistair - how  many in this kindergarten thread and elsewhere are orphaned in one way or another.  now, this might seem sinister - but i think we've got something here.  i mean - remember oliver twist and how his life went from rags to riches.  well, if you don't have the rags first - how are you going to make it to the riches?  so - i am suggesting that we do a little pick-pocketing right now.  to basically steal ideas from each other so we won't have to have a teacher and since we can't afford one (at least i speak for myself) - and can glean the information surreptitiously.

[ahinton]

squeal, squeal.  - yes. alistair - i understand perfectly what the piglet is trying to say.  he thinks his mommy is beautiful.

Dear me! - if you say so, Susan - but you still don't reveal what this has to do with the topic under discussion.

ok.  i'm just curious, alistair - how  many in this kindergarten thread and elsewhere are orphaned in one way or another.  now, this might seem sinister - but i think we've got something here.

Nothing inherently wrong in principle with your being "curious" as such - and nothing necessarily "sinister" about it, either - but there remains a big diffrerence between this kind of mere idle curiosity and the actual facts which you would in any case have a hard time accessing.

i mean - remember oliver twist and how his life went from rags to riches.  well, if you don't have the rags first - how are you going to make it to the riches?  so - i am suggesting that we do a little pick-pocketing right now.  to basically steal ideas from each other so we won't have to have a teacher and since we can't afford one (at least i speak for myself) - and can glean the information surreptitiously.

Off you go again into this strange world of your own where meaning has to take its place at the rear of a long queue behind a string of flights of directionless and disjointed fantasy! Oliver Twist was not a real person but a Dickensian character and it is not easy in any case to figure out how his example could lead us to any meaningful and credible conclusions about the number of orphaned members on this forum (which matter is in itself again at some considerable remove from the topic under discussion).

Best,

Alistair

[pianistimo]

as i see it, alistair, you could be the kid who teaches us how to pickpocket.  what do all little children want?  money.  what do grownups want?  money.  well, maybe a peaceful life and nobody chasing them around for bank robbery.  but, back to the original idea - which is about kindergarten and counting pennies.  now, the next time you are asked to count pennies - you can teach the children to just slip one under their tongue or something.  when the teacher asks where it went - and none is found - she is likely to supply another one to replace it so the counting can continue.  if persistent enough - once could have five pennies at the end of the week.

*?  i know.  where does the bible fit into all this?

[pianowolfi]

MOOOOOOOMM;MOOOOOOM, HELP!!! OPUS WAS HERE   He always says B**** And he knows EXACTLY that aunt Elspeth has forbidden this!!!

[ahinton]

as i see it, alistair, you could be the kid who teaches us how to pickpocket.

"As you see" all manner of things could lead us all anywhere and nowhere at the same time but, in this particular instance, why would I wish to teach anyone how to be a thief? - especially since I am not one myself and therefore would be singularly unqualified to do any such thing even if I wished to.

what do all little children want?  money.  what do grownups want?  money.

Again, if you say so, Susan...

well, maybe a peaceful life and nobody chasing them around for bank robbery.

...and no pianistimi regaling them with strangely disjointed thoughts?...

but, back to the original idea - which is about kindergarten and counting pennies.

Since when? Since you just had it, I suppose...

now, the next time you are asked to count pennies - you can teach the children to just slip one under their tongue or something.

I've already drawn the line against teaching robbery, so now it behoves me to admonish you for suggesting that I would encourage children to invite the potential health risks attached to sticking coins in their mouths.

when the teacher asks where it went - and none is found - she is likely to supply another one to replace it so the counting can continue.

This teacher is a "she", now, I see, so, short of an almost instant sex-change, my potential rôle as such a teacher has suddenly evaporated; this is typical Susan style, it seems to me (enhanced in this case by the fact that you appear to have either forgotten or overlooked my lack of experience in teaching as well as in thieving).

if persistent enough - once could have five pennies at the end of the week.

Well, if that's "rags to riches", I'm an Englishman...

*?  i know.  where does the bible fit into all this?

"THOU SHALT NOT STEAL"! That's where! And it's taken ME to tell YOU this, Susan! I think you're really falling apart...

Best,

Alistair

[jlh]

Pianistimo!

[pianistimo]

yes? 

[jlh]

hey pianistimo...!

[jlh]

pianistimo  pianistimo pianistimo pianistimo!

[jlh]

susan!!

[pianistimo]

oh.  yes.  here i am.

[jlh]

Susan! Susan! Susan! pianistimo pianistimo pianistimo!

[jlh]

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suzan
























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SuZaN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














Lois!
















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pianistimo!!

[pianistimo]

who is lois?  i don't like it when old girlfriends are recalled.

[jlh]

pianistimo!!

Pianistimo!

 pianistimo?

[jlh]

Susan?

Pianistimo?

Susan!

[jlh]

pianistimo

[jlh]

Susan@!

[ahinton]

Well, the above posts are perhaps no more of a diversion from the thread topic as quite a few others that preceded it, but they would nevertheless appear to prove that someone here - no nomes or even forum IDs mentioned, of course - is totally and unreseredly in love with Susanistimo (or is a very diligent wind-up merchant)...

BACK TO THE THREAD TOPIC, ANYONE? (not that I even understand what the purpose of that topic may be, but I do at least recognise that many posts that have contributed to it seem to have digressed substantially or totally from it)...

Best,

Alistair

[pianistimo]

this proves the old addage that women only go for the jerks.  i was talking with thalbergmad who is about to shoot me with a longbow.  whatever for?  i don't know.  at least i know someone loves me.   well, i know my husband does.  but, this is really sweet.  you know what?!  i like your piano playing a lot too.  and, i hope you've worked out the things necessary to get started on your last year of college.  cool stuff you're doing.

oh.  kindergarten.  yes.  alistair - i just posted the first of many works from schumann's kinderscenen - i plan to post for you tonight, too.  i don't know why - but today i woke up extremely happy.  i really don't care what people say to me today.  although, jlh is nice.

 

[jlh]

Susan! Oh Suuuusan!

[pianowolfi]

Lois? That's sorta the girlfriend of superman yeahhhhhhh superman

[pianowolfi]

Susan! Oh Suuuusan!

jlh be careful I  think you are in danger. I mean...falling in love is no walk in the park...

[pianistimo]

YES.  what is it - (remember - alistair wants to be the teacher)

[jlh]

HI!!  IHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE

 



[runs into other room]

[ahinton]

this proves the old addage

Adage.

that women only go for the jerks.

I won't even speculate on the possible double entendres you have initiated there...

i was talking with thalbergmad who is about to shoot me with a longbow.  whatever for?  i don't know.

Nor do I.

at least i know someone loves me.

What - because they threaten to come over to PA at enormous expense and dispose of you with a longbow? Some love, that...

well, i know my husband does.  but, this is really sweet.  you know what?!  i like your piano playing a lot too.  and, i hope you've worked out the things necessary to get started on your last year of college.  cool stuff you're doing.

Susan wanders again. Of whom is she speaking now? I might almost wonder if Schubert's Wanderer Fantasy was composed especially with some future pianistimic dedicatee in mind...

oh.  kindergarten.  yes.  alistair - i just posted the first of many works i plan to post for you tonight, too.

Are you wanting to post scores to me? If so, which ones? I don't want you to waste your time in posting scores to me that I already have.

i don't know why - but today i woke up extremely happy.  i really don't care what people say to me today.  although, jhl is nice.

Well, that's nice for you!

and, btw, alistair - i could cook a meal that doesn't kill someone. 

I am relieved - though frankly unsurprised - to hear it, but I wrote specifically in response to your own remarks, so don't take it amiss...

Best,

Alistair

[ahinton]

jlh be careful I  think you are in danger. I mean...falling in love is no walk in the park...

That might depend on whether or not you are / jlh is walking in a/the park when that appears to occur...

Best,

Alistair

[ahinton]

YES.  what is it - (remember - alistair wants to be the teacher)

He does not and is not; this is just another pianistimic myth...

Best,

Alistair

[ahinton]

pianowolfi - you're right.  let's post some danger signs.  maybe a stop sign.  but, the thing is - he's a christian too.  when women pull out a bible they may as well forget chewing on carrots or anything else destructive to wholesome relationships.  or unwholesome.  whatever.  i mean - the pent up energy usually goes into the piano anyway -right - so the only things left over are a few dribbles of sweat (although i never sweat) and a last smile before falling over.  pianists instinctively know that getting involved with another pianist is a sort of recipie for murder. 

Are you doing this kind of thing deliberately having developed a particular style in purveying some kind of verbal diarrhoea of non-ideas or do you really need professional help? I just can't be quite sure sometimes...

Best,

Alistair

[pianistimo]

alistair, drink some scotch and settle down (are teachers allowed to share their drinks?)

i think that utube is fairly indicative that someone has been spying on me.  wait.  this is the wrong thread.

[jlh]

Well, the above posts are perhaps no more of a diversion from the thread topic as quite a few others that preceded it, but they would nevertheless appear to prove that someone here - no nomes or even forum IDs mentioned, of course - is totally and unreseredly in love with Susanistimo (or is a very diligent wind-up merchant)...

BACK TO THE THREAD TOPIC, ANYONE? (not that I even understand what the purpose of that topic may be, but I do at least recognise that many posts that have contributed to it seem to have digressed substantially or totally from it)...

Best,

Alistair

I digress!  uh, I mean I protest!

[pianowolfi]

HI!!  IHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE

 



[runs into other room]

LOL

[ahinton]

alistair, drink some scotch and settle down

Thanks for the suggestion, but I don't especially feel like imbibing any as of right now.

(are teachers allowed to share their drinks?)

I have no idea and, since I am not one myself, I would not expect to have any idea in any case...

i think that utube is fairly indicative that someone has been spying on me.  wait.  this is the wrong thread.

Isn't it almost always, Susan?

Best,

Alistair

[jlh]

pianists instinctively know that getting involved with another pianist is a sort of recipie for murder. 

Just as having...say...kids?

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[elspeth]

Honestly, I go to work for a few hours and you all go strange in the meantime! Or possibly stranger would be a better word....

Anyway, children, Aunt Elspeth is having a day off tomorrow to go have her bad back sorted out so I expect you all to behave and be nice to each other... If Thal comes over to play, please somebody make him leave the longbow and arrows somewhere safe, I don't want to have to do the resulting paperwork from any, ahem, accidents...

[ahinton]

Anyway, children, Aunt Elspeth is having a day off tomorrow to go have her bad back sorted out

Many sympathies for this and good luck! I just came back (sorry!) from hospital today, having had an MRI scan on my own lower back and I have to go back tomorrow to disc(sorry!)uss  the results with my consultant, so I'll have to see what will happen. The joke of this is that they always try to tell you to bring a CD with you so that you can listen to some "nice, relaxing music" on a headset while the noisy MRI machine is doing its stuff. I don't buy into that whole "classical music is so nice and relaxing" garbage, as well you may understand, although that does not mean that I am not all too well aware of how prevalent this rubbishy notion is. Anyway, for sheer shameless self-publicity (not something in which I indulge more than once in a blue moon and then only in circumstnaces as unusual as this one, I hasten to add), I decided to bite the bullet on this silly idea and take with me the 3-CD set of my String Quintet, of which almost the first three movements (nigh on 45 minutes) were accordingly pressed into service to "accompany" my spinal examination. At the end, the radiographer gave me a funny look which I did not quite understand until she told me that she was an amateur violinist and noticed that what she reckoned to be the only decent "tune" in what she wasn't supposed to be listening to herself while doing her stuff had been given to the viola. Nice one, that; it almost made the experience of being stuffed into an oversized plastic toilet roll for three quarters of an hour worthwhile...

Best,

Alistair

[pianistimo]

poor alistair and elspeth!  try bicycling. it really helps.  it's like this miracle cure for lower back problems.  it might give you some others - but i can't really think of what they are at this point.

[ahinton]

poor alistair and elspeth!  try bicycling. it really helps.  it's like this miracle cure for lower back problems.  it might give you some others - but i can't really think of what they are at this point.

Thanks a lot, but I'm simply nowhere near fit enough to drive one of those things in heavy traffic at 40+mph and I wouldn't want to anyway, especially in the delightful English rain and wind. On top of that, over here, a really decent sports bicycle light enough to pick up in just the tail end of one's little finger would cost several thousand pounds and the insurance would be prohibitive, too (especially since the chances of having it stolen would likely be rather more than 100%); not only that, there is an increasingly prevalent view that people who drive those things should be made to have compulsory insurance and pay road taxes like everyone else that uses the roads and, since someone has only to think of the possibilty of a new tax here for it to be rammed onto the statute books by last week, I really don't feel especially inclined to take out one of the few dodgy American mortgages left in order to finance the purchase and running costs of such a fiendish machine, thanks!

As to alternative exercises, swimming is probably the best of all, since it is largely low- or non-impact; trouble is, I can barely swim. Maybe the best exercise would be double sex on the beach (i.e. the cocktail version simultaneously with the literal one), although on the other hand these could both cause more problems than they might solve...

Best,

Alistair

[pianowolfi]

in what she wasn't supposed to be listening to herself while doing her stuff had been given to the viola. Nice one, that; it almost made the experience of being stuffed into an oversized plastic toilet roll for three quarters of an hour worthwhile...

  delectable!

[pianistimo]

compulsory insurance and road tax?  keep that at bay!  if not for your sake - for thal's.

if you don't mind me saying so - what have you been drinking alistair?  double sex?  on the beach.  you mean with two girls - or with a drink and a girl?  i didn't realize you were gettin g to this point.  talk about counseling.  you tell me to go get counseling for losing a teacher - and you're thinking about this?  well - in the days which we now live - i wouldn't be surprised if the shrink says 'yes.  that might actually help.'  one must figure out their own cures nowdays.  what if your lower back was cured - but you got herpes or something.

i know the circular reasoning that one must die from something.  i'd prefer to pick from what.  if possible.