… interviews Diane Von Furstenburg about her experience as an immigrant to the United States.
Here they are, after the interview.
While there, UD visited the family brick.
And her father’s brick.
… ready for love!”
UD sang this line repeatedly after Dr. Pollack, this afternoon, congratulated her on her incredibly clean colon. She was just coming out of anesthesia, and of course UD would, just coming out of anesthesia, sing.
She got the words wrong. It’s “Fit as a fiddle and ready for love.”
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This was her first screening colonoscopy. What can she say that hasn’t already been said by better writers.
She does turn out to have a tortuous colon.
It’s been a way arty week for UD: A local production of The Drowsy Chaperone featuring her cousin; Bloomsday in Chestertown; piano/violin duets at my place with my friend Annie (Saint-Saens, The Swan; Schubert, Serenade; a stab at Mozart, Sonata No. 7); and, at the moment, a photography exhibit in DC – ‘eighties pix of The Smiths. (Here’s the book.) UD was dragged here
by her sister the Morrissey fanatic. (The photographer is the woman in the black dress/black shoes.)
The duets were initially nerve-wracking and then exhilarating. UD – a hopeless amateur at the piano – has never tried actually performing with another person, and Annie is a serious violinist. But UD accepted her invitation to play some pieces together, and it went pretty well. More importantly, UD experienced the great and somewhat astonishing pleasure of creating with another person celestial harmonies. She found herself thinking about a line from Albert Schweitzer — he recalls that when he was young something as simple as the two-part harmony in the song In The Mill by the Stream “thrilled me all over, to my very marrow, and similarly the first time I heard brass instruments playing together I almost fainted from excess of pleasure.”
Foreground, pretend bull.
Background, real deer.
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… this weekend…
… in The Drowsy Chaperone.
Performance times here.
(You last saw her in
this commercial.)
Click on it.
Forgive the blurriness.
I was in a hurry.
Deer sometimes charge people.
… the Newseum, after a
robustly expensive lunch
at The Capital Grille.
