catalog |ˈkatlˌôg; -ˌäg| (also catalogue)
noun
a complete list of items, typically one in alphabetical or other systematic order, in particular
verb ( -logs |ˈkødlˈɔgz| |kødlˈɑgz|, -loged |ˈkødlˈɔgd| |kødlˈɑgd|, -loging |ˈkødlˈɔgɪŋ| |kødlˈɑgɪŋ|
ORIGIN late Middle English : via Old French from late Latin catalogus, from Greek katalogos, from katalegein ‘pick out or enroll.’
I'm prone to obsessive behavior, like a match I just need a firm strike and I burst into all-consuming flames (though I don't burn out so quickly). My current obsession is the film Jean de Florette and its soundtrack. I rented it from Netflix a few days ago mainly because I was in the mood to watch two of my favorite French actors, Gerard Depardieu and Yves Montand, at work and I was not disappointed even though I struggled with Montand's character because my adoration for Montand made it difficult to swallow the darker parts of his character. Without further adieu I present to you the lovely piece of music that I can now sort of pick out on the piano and am slowly managing to play on the harmonica:
And here's the cheesy trailer (keep in mind the trailer is very much from the '80s ^_^)
12/30/10 EDIT
Here is a clip of Toscanini conducting the piece "La Forza del Destino" by Verdi which inspired the "Jean de Florette" soundtrack
I'm a pretty random person that does all sorts of random things. On a whim I typed "russian literature" in the emusic search box and I came across Maximo Park's album "Our Earthly Pleasures" which contains a track with the title "Russian Literature". I liked what I heard so I downloaded the following:
I didn't know I had this song until it popped up on my iPod's shuffle and I was pleasantly surprised.
I couldn't help but laugh because it seems that the "Healthcare Debate" has been going on for quite a long time and will probably continue for years to come because 1) The system will always try to screw us over and 2) We'll never be satisfied because we can always demand better (especially if we are being screwed). I feel silly for forgetting that the times don't really change very much.
Today when I picked my brothers up from school something amazing happened the elder of my two brothers didn't change the music I had playing a single time during our long ride (after school traffic is the worst!). He is quick to find fault with the music I have on my iPod, he doesn't appreciate folk or opera (and I don't appreciate rap or hip hop ^_^), but today my iPod was left untouched until "Star Star" started playing and he picked it up to see the name of the song and the name of the band. Here's to other people liking what you listen to!
Still feeling really crummy (cold+..."other".. -_-). I managed to make it to church today, though I only went to the last hour so I could play the piano during the relief society meeting. When I got home to wallow in the joys of being sick I decided to listen to my favorite record, the soundtrack to Breaker Morant. I love listening to Woodward's gorgeous voice ^_^
Here is Woodward performing in the film, he sings at around 2:52
This past Sunday I was supposed to be playing the hymn "Be Still my Soul" for my ward's (LDS church congregation) Relief Society meeting. Out of nowhere I got sick on Saturday (usually I see it coming because my brother has a knack for getting me sick) and the cough syrup my dad gave me Sunday morning made me way too groggy to go to church. I was totally bummed because I was looking forward to playing this beautiful hymn that uses the melody from "Finlandia" by Sibelius . Some time ago I decided to do a little digging around to find out more about the hymn's melody and that eventually led me to this Welsh masterpiece:
text from "Be Still my Soul":
1. Be still, my soul: The Lord is on thy side;
With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In ev'ry change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy heav'nly Friend
Thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
2. Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as he has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.
3. Be still, my soul: The hour is hast'ning on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past,
