Monday, April 04, 2005 R.I.P.I was studying in the library with Jo and Vincent. And I did, I actually read one entire paper. But half an hour later, I find myself back in my room, with a packet of noodles and half a box of cereal in my tummy. So much for studying. Burp. Anyway, that's not the point. I was surfing through music blogs, and I find to my chagrin that Stanley Sadie had passed away on the 22nd of March. This is the bloke, who edited 29 volumes of the New Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians. This is the guy, whose name I have to include in the biblography of every essay that I write. All students owe a great debt to him. Where do we run to when we have a last-minute essay to write, when all the relevant books in the library are (always!) borrowed out by over-zealous fellow classmates (you selfish pigs)? Why, we look for the New Grove of course! Darling Sadie would save us all with his big kick-ass 29-volume dictionary, where most of the information we require can be found in there. Thanks a ton for your hard work Sadie. We owe you big time. At least, I know I do. Rest in peace. p.s. I think I'm a little high (and bloated) from cereal. Sugary stuff you know? I don't know if I'm making sense, but never mind! Wheee! Oh yes, back to the library. she procrastinated @ 23:35 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies there's no point in wishing, really. previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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