Another Pot-Boiler

A dialogue follows of questions about teeth, skin, flesh, sinews, bones, marrow of the bones, kidneys, heart, liver, pleura, spleen, lungs, intestines, mesentery, stomach, feces, bile, phlegm, pus, blood, sweat, fat, tears, lymph, saliva, snot, synovial fluids, urine, and the brain.

Friday Morning Musical Interlude

Today's strange find. And if you work in an office, you can listen to it without people thinking you're too weird, unlike the music-type sounds that I usually play.

Joe Pass and Roy Clark Play Hank Williams

I will presume you know who Roy Clark is. You should know who Joe Pass is, especially if you heard him about 25 or 30 years before this.

Please sit through the annoying first 30 seconds of crowd noise and then listen to what Oscar Peterson (p), Joe Pass (g), and Niels Henning Oersted Pedersen (b) do, which is almost literally unbelievable. Beginning at 3:25, Oscar Peterson plays a solo in which you can't imagine anyone playing a faster bass line, just bafflingly quick left hand . . . and then the right comes in.

Above and Beyond

In the midst of about 40 hours of doing nothing but fixing bibliography and notes for a massive volume. The book was translated from the Italian (and translated into Italian originally from probably five different languages [damn overachievers]), and I'm searching the Webz looking for translations of Italian, French, and Spanish (so far) minutiae, like documentation abbreviations. If I had a foot in the door in Sanskrit, I'd be there, too.

And I'm listening to Keith Jarrett at present. I can't tell if his groaning is his groaning, my stomach, or the mascot whining.

Today's Wisdom from the East

It is related of Chao-chou, another great Zen master, that when a monk once asked him, “What is the last word on truth?” he simply replied, “Yes”—Whereupon the disciple, thinking that the master had not understood, repeated the question. And Chao-chou, feigning anger, boomed back at him: “Do you suppose I am deaf?”