I’ve just learned of the terribly sad news of the loss of James Horner. I don’t know how any of the rest of you feel, but the addition of a well-done film score has lifted, for me, many a mediocre film into the realm of memorable, or even beloved. The Mask of Zorro, while notable for the chemistry between it’s stars (and an outstanding bit of swordplay), might have faded into obscurity, without Horner’s musical efforts.
According to reliable sources, today is a Monday. All day long. I’ve checked that fact out, as well as I’m able, by going to the book of the face, the tube of the you, and all other manner of highly-regarded and intellectually rigorous sources for breaking news and statistical anomalies, regarding the state of the union in its current condition of disarray and scattered whatchamacallits and whatchamadoodles, and other hoohahs and doodads and… you know… stuff!
Flash fiction, it turns out, is really rather fun. Who knew? Well, I suppose the person who came up with the concept probably had an inkling. And I imagine all the people who spend time writing these interesting little tidbits are in on the fun. And those people who host such things, for the enjoyment of all the rest of us… they probably know… I’ve just recently become a fan of these short writing exercises.
Words are such fascinating things… Sometimes too fascinating. I was watching a number from this years’ Tony awards, from the production known as “Something Rotten”, which you can find below. Try not to let the witty, insider-laced (and totally unrehearsed) banter by the shows’ two hosts throw off your stride, until the number actually starts. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the paucity of quality writing/acting that keeps these shows from gathering a wider audience than they do. If they’d just let someone with a modicum of improv skills host these things, I think they’d get a much higher quality end product. But I digress…
Today is the 800th birthday of the Magna Carta; a document more revered than read. Issued and acknowledged on this date, is was almost immediately repudiated by King John. Or the Pope, depending upon whose version of history you happen to believe.