Bloomsday, and then Galois's birthday, and then . . . Square Space!
"Ride a painted pony, let the spinning wheel spin."
Bloomsday, and then Galois's birthday, and then . . . Square Space!
"Ride a painted pony, let the spinning wheel spin."
A Rolling Stone obituary today for Sérgio Mendes suggests . . .
Related material from this journal . . .
Umberto Eco, Here, too, you entered through a little garden… Amparo drew me aside as we went in. “I’ve figured it out,” she said. “That tapir at the lecture talked about the Aryan age, remember? And this one talks about the decline of the West. Blut und Boden, blood and earth. It’s pure Nazism.” “It’s not that simple, darling. This is a different continent.”…. If the outside was seedy, the inside was a blaze of violent colors. It was a quadrangular hall, with one area set aside for the dancing of the cavalos. The altar was at the far end, protected by a railing, against which stood the platform for the drums, the atabaques. The ritual space was still empty…. |
A search in this journal for "Verbo" yields a song lyric . . .
"First we'll show and tell
'Til I reach your pony tail"
— Song lyric
See also related choreography for a "Danny Zuko" in my hometown.
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