I Admire the Life and Works of Robert Burns
wednesday 25 january 2012
no, I won't be attending a burns supper tonight. I have only one friend, and she's not a burns fan, as far as I know. and if I were having a burns supper, it would be minus the haggis (ugh) and the booze (double ugh). the music and poetry of rabbie burns, good food (not haggis), good converstation: such would be the components of any burns supper I might ever have.
since I had today what someone in the room where I'm sitting would call a huge brain fart, I went around and announced to various members of my circle that today is mozart's birthday. wrong. today is the birthday of the bard of scotland. mozart comes on friday. since my own birthday is january 18, I struggle every year to remember which of my two guys is one week later, and which one is nine days later. some years I get it right. this year I didn't. and just as a by-the-by, I only found out this year that someone else whose work I admire a great deal is also a january birthday: on 9 january joan baez turned 71. where does the time go.
we twa hae run among the braes
and bracht the garlands hame.
but seas atween us hae roared and swelled
sin' auld lang syne.
so tak a cup o kindness for rabbie, and for all your loved departed.
no, I won't be attending a burns supper tonight. I have only one friend, and she's not a burns fan, as far as I know. and if I were having a burns supper, it would be minus the haggis (ugh) and the booze (double ugh). the music and poetry of rabbie burns, good food (not haggis), good converstation: such would be the components of any burns supper I might ever have.
since I had today what someone in the room where I'm sitting would call a huge brain fart, I went around and announced to various members of my circle that today is mozart's birthday. wrong. today is the birthday of the bard of scotland. mozart comes on friday. since my own birthday is january 18, I struggle every year to remember which of my two guys is one week later, and which one is nine days later. some years I get it right. this year I didn't. and just as a by-the-by, I only found out this year that someone else whose work I admire a great deal is also a january birthday: on 9 january joan baez turned 71. where does the time go.
we twa hae run among the braes
and bracht the garlands hame.
but seas atween us hae roared and swelled
sin' auld lang syne.
so tak a cup o kindness for rabbie, and for all your loved departed.