lunedì 18 marzo 2024

Here's a good picture for a Monday morning...

 


Well, I'm up and ready for work. A half day of work, in reality. Then it will be practice time again.

I'm working on a Baroque piece that a student needs to learn for her Level 3 NCEA performance - it doesn't look good if the teacher can't play it. Then I intend to work up two or three Bluegrass solo violin pieces - a bit of work required there.

Then it'll be time for double bass. I've quite a bit of work to do there.

Well, I've got a toilet stop to do shortly, so I'd better get cracking.

Peter will probably be practising for tennis tomorrow.


I bet that, deep down, he misses Mickey.

For Robert it is time to think about Presbyterians and St. Joe's feast day as he cleans.



Ciao tutti.

venerdì 15 marzo 2024

Im write this post with vary bad gramer and no profreading so that P eter und Robert will understan d it.

 I think those boy's find some of myposts hard to undrestand. so im righting this postin there language. i wonder if they well put it threw googel trans-late!

Pete    r


robert

pEter is a bit if a no all bekause meny yeahs ago he was in 3 pee. eye dont now wat class Rboert was in.
Any way" they both like to spek Late in.

dominus vobiscum

pEEter is and athist and roBERt is a chatholic. they r gue a lot about dog. is he reel:
did he make the werld! Peetr says know. Robrt says yees.

on sondays ROBRET works in the chip ship sells whol E pictures.
Petre dosnt werk. fool stop.
He used too drink wine at work.
RObrt cleens to lets.

thats' it

Shau

giovedì 14 marzo 2024

Pitabread was running a little late.

 The traffic was unusually busy near the Wrongurway Heads.



Pitabread said "Bhreesh!" several times. He also tried to swear in Chinese.

"该死!"

When he finally arrived at the club he was almost twenty minutes late. Play had begun and Pitabread decided to settle down with a coffee and watch for a while.
He sat next to Hilda and Jenny. They smiled at him, then continued their in-depth conversation.
Then Pitabread spotted who was playing.


Mickey!

Bloody Mickey, the know-it-all right-wing bully, was back!

Pitabread thought about walking back to his car there and then. His two companions were still deep in conversation and wouldn't have noticed.
Then he remembered some very good advice he had got from a blogging friend, Dickie (of Dickie's Trombone Case).
Dickie had advised him, "Μην ξοδεύετε τη ζωή σας ανησυχώντας."
Pitabread remembered how he had put a sign on the comments section of his blog telling people to speak English. 
Pitabread thought, "Ah, it's all Greek to me!"
Dickie had gone on to advise him, "Απλά αγνοήστε τον. Δεν είναι δικό σου πρόβλημα."
Pitabread wished, in that moment, that he had paid attention to those Greek classes they had sat through in 3Bean many years ago. He smiled as he remembered that Dickie had been in 3 Heck.

Another blogger, Robot, had said that he should make up with Mickey because God does love a few National Party supporters. Robot had given him some advice in Frisian but had obviously copied something incorrectly into Google Translate.
The advice he'd given Pitabread was, when Pitabread translated it, "Have fun buoys, but don't use sign language."

Pitabread was very confused about what to do next.

Here is where you come in, dear reader.

Can you leave a comment, in English and not another silly language or American, to help Pitabread out of his predicament?

I'm sure he would really appreciate your help.

Thanks, in anticipation.

ADEO IN MISERIS ETIAM VITAE AMANTES SUNT MORTALES.

 This seems to be a popular title around the blogs at the moment.

The Curmudgeon used it first.


It appears twice on his blog.


Even though he seems to have a thing about languages other than English.



Robert seemed to like the phrase because he used it too.



What's this all about?

Is it somehow cool to use titles in Latin?

I know they spoke it in 3P, back in 1966, but they were a weird lot who feasted on communion hosts.

Robert uses the language because he associates it with the Catholic underage sex ring church.

This is all good business for Google Translate.

Evidently the sentence means, "So that even mortals are lovers of life in misery."

Well, that's what Google Translate says it means. I don't speak Latin, even though I was an altar boy in the days when the mass was in Latin.

There you go.

Let's use Google Translate again.

"所以即使是凡人也热爱苦难中的生活."

Well, when it comes to these two bloggers, it's all Chinese to me.

Che stronzata!

martedì 12 marzo 2024

Off to work soon.

 The good thing about my job is that, if I go in a little early, I can practise my violin.

Remember the 12 things that help your jazz playing?

Well, today's three things are:

  • Playing over m7b5 chords using the ascending form of the melodic minor.
  • A Coltrane diminished lick.
  • 3rd/7th double stops.

I'll get on the road before 7.45am, hopefully earlier, and get stuck into that practice. My first student is due at 9.30am.

How's your practice going?

Remember that it pays to have a plan.

Ciao tutti.

sabato 9 marzo 2024

Sabato.

 The sun is out.


Well, in reality, the sun has been out since God said, "Let there be light."
This is the same god who said, "Hey, we won't have any problems with our clergy in the church."
Though, Robert wrote a post on this and he seems to think it's just a bit of a glitch.
Maybe we just need another flood.
Where's Noah?

I haven't done any practice yet today, but I have taken care of a few jobs - I'm working on the music for a Scottish gig that I should never have accepted and I painted the bit on Shelley's car where she got hit by a supermarket trolley - the damage doer buggered off. Bastard!

Okay, I'd better get some violin practice done.
Let's see if we can get fifty comments on this post.
Ciao tutti.



venerdì 8 marzo 2024

Friday.

 It's nice to not be at school today. Especially since my tongue has been rubbing on my stitches and is really sore.

I hope to get quite a bit of practice done today - double bass and violin.

I've decided not to go to golf. Anyway, I haven't been near a golf course much since the 1970s.

I've decided to give tennis a miss for a while too. Again, it is many years since I've played tennis, so no big deal.

Now that's a big deal!

That joke will probably cheer Peter up. Robert might like it too.

There you go, a happy readership today.

So, I might as well leave you there.

Ciao tutti.