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Lisa
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LitWit • Baroque music & early keyboards • Hockey • Enterprise tech marketing

"Write what you know. That should leave you with a lot of free time."
~Howard Nemerov

#ClassicalMusic #Baroque #SciComm
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I planned on turning in early, give sleep a fair chance.
Instead I’m here, wide awake, keeping company with everything that wants thinking through.
Looks like it’s going to be a longer tougher night than advertised.
Papilla Estelar: Remedios Varo Papilla Estelar features a female seated in a small room that is sucking star stuff into a mill, feeding the processed star stuff to a caged moon. Varo painted Papilla Estelar in 1958 after she fled to Mexico; the art community in Mexico was not welcoming to the European artists. (1) The small space and caged moon creates a sense of being trapped and isolated, perhaps a reflection of how Varo felt in Mexico isolated from her homeland. However, the milled star stuff represents hope and the action of feeding it to the moon is an attempt to transform hope into an opportunity. (2) This painting reminds the viewer of the hope that comes out of trials and that light comes from within and that it is the viewers job to harness it. More about Remedios Varo https://nmwa.org/art/artists/remedios-varo/
November 30, 2025 at 4:07 AM
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Nite, peeps.
—-
When He Holds Out His Hands, Bees Stream from His Fingertips
by REBECCA ELLIOTT

“…but at night they circle down again in long arcs toward his ears and their wings make breathy winds and whisper things, like maybe, and radiant, and tomorrow afternoon the answer.”
#poetry
When He Holds Out His Hands, Bees Stream from His Fingertips by Rebecca Elliott http://www.ucityreview.com/3_Elliott_Rebecca.html#fromhisfingertips He stands near the hives behind his father's house with one finger pointed at each of the stars. The light from the bathroom window presses into the grass, the grass presses into his ankles, and it's true that every time he tries to raise his hand the other students duck, and when he points at the window the bees rush to knock themselves out rhythmically against the glass, but at night they circle down again in long ares toward his ears and their wings make breathy winds and whisper things, like maybe, and radiant, and tomorrow afternoon the answer.
November 30, 2025 at 2:25 AM
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If it’s snowing, it’s time for inspiration from Calvin and his snowmen…
#stlwx #calvinandhobbes
Calvin and Hobbes the tiger discuss Calvin’s latest snowman. Hobbes: WHATS THIS SNOWMAN? Calvin: HE'S A PALEONTOLOGIST HE'S LOOKING FOR CRETACEOUS SNON DINOSAURS Hobbes: WHY DOES HE LOOK SO SAD? Calvin: HE REALIZED THAT SNOW DOESNT FOSSILIZE. IT JUST MELTS Hobbes: YOUR SNOWMEN LEAD TRAGIC LIVES Calvin: WELL, THEY'RE NOT VERY BRIGHT.
November 29, 2025 at 4:15 PM
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The party scene at my house tonight:
Knitting cadence set by Hellendaal Grand Concertos Op 3.
Reading when hands get tired.
Plus, multitasking with cleaning the fridge by nibbling on leftovers.
Calming evening, despite busy brain.
#ClassicalMusic
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Knitting project and ball of blue yarn sitting on top of 3 books: Vaclav Havel essays, Five Lives in Music, and Sjngjng Like Germans. Mug in background
November 29, 2025 at 2:41 AM
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I’m in serious trouble on this one…!
Woman packing, says to other woman: "My family likes to set up our grudges at Thanksgiving, stew over them through December, then take our revenge at Christmas."
November 27, 2025 at 2:56 PM
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Grateful that holidays in recent years haven’t required an explanation, a therapist, or a demo by finger puppets to answer stuff like, “What’d’ya do for Thanksgiving?” Life settled well, and feels more chosen than inherited.

Thinking of everyone spending the holiday quietly, in their own company.
Photo: Two male+female couples in Edwardian garb, leaning back in a kind of dance line, hands raised chest-high, looking at the camera.
November 27, 2025 at 2:34 PM
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Are you facing the Thanksgiving dilemma this week? Ah, the ages-old decision between spending it in family chaos, or spending it in peaceful solitude.
One comes with judgment
but the other comes with pie you don’t have to share. (Just trying to help)
#Thanksgiving
Two women and a man sitting at a dinner table laden with lots of food dishes. Speech bubble over one woman: “FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH, HONEY, YOUR TURKEY ISN'T NEARLY AS DISAPPOINTING AS LAST TIME” Title at bottom: Thanksgiving. Keeping therapists busy since 1621.
November 25, 2025 at 2:35 AM
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Good morning, fabulous humans.
Let’s get this Monday party started by cranking up some Emma Kirby wake-up music.
Arne’t* you glad it’s a new week?
lynkify.in/song/rosamun...

#ClassicalMusic #needcoffee #goidmorning
*Music nerd joke.
The dinosaurs didn't drink coffee and we all know how that turned out. Recording cover: photo of a woman with curly red hair smiling. On the right, album overview: Emma Kirkby sings Handel, Arne, Haydn & Mozart The Academy of Ancient Music Christopher Hogwood
November 24, 2025 at 11:52 AM
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💅
Family in car, dad is driving. Road stretches ahead. Kid in back seat: “Mom, Dad! I have ennui!” Dad: “Well, you should have made peace with the absurdity of human existence before we started driving!” Caption: “Dad eventually pulled over at a frozen lake, which represented the sublime beauty of impermanence, but he was pretty annoyed about it.”
November 23, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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St. Cecilia, patron saint of music and musicians, quietly regretting her career choices since the 2nd century.
#StCecilia #ClassicalMusic
A young woman in a red dress with white sleeves and a loose white headwrap holds a small bowed string instrument, a viola da gamba. She is looking upward with a calm unsmiling expression. Caption: When the continuo player starts adding ‘just a few’ improvised chords and suddenly it’s jazz night in 1634.
November 22, 2025 at 11:29 PM
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Heading over to SLAM this morning for the Wim Wenders* film “Anselm” being shown in 3D.
Museum admission is always free, major exhibit and film tix are free, but tix needed to get into the film.

Scroll down to “Events” for dates/times & tix.
www.slam.org/exhibitions/...
#SLAM #STL #artsky
Film advertisement. Top title: Saint Louis Art Museum Man standing in foreground, looking at massive pieces in the shadows. Title: Anselm, a film by Wim Wenders
November 22, 2025 at 12:55 PM
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Missouri: Slinger. Hashbrowns, a couple eggs, burger patty, slathered in chili and topped with cheese and onions. Additional breakfast meat and hot sauce served on the side.
(best sampled in Columbia MO at 2AM, I’m sure)
#STL
Skillet with a Missouri Slinger. Hashbrowns, a couple eggs, burger patty, slathered in chili and topped with cheese and onions.
November 19, 2025 at 5:29 PM
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Word.
A boy and girl playing checkers. Boy: THIS GAME IS CALLED "MEDIA FACT CHECKERS." Girl: HOW DOES IT WORK? Boy: I CHEAT, THEN TELL EVERYONE YOU'RE A LIAR.
November 19, 2025 at 1:22 PM
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Me, after listening to five discs back-to-back of the newly-released complete works of Couperin.

Couperin, Suite en fa: I. Allemande, G.67 youtu.be/GAUSAocE8Vk?...
#ClassicalMusic
Disheveled and drooling woman slouched in a chair. The original title of the McPhail cartoon was “High on Cancelled Plans”
November 18, 2025 at 5:16 PM
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Monday
Alex Dimitrov
I was just beginning
to wonder about my own life and now I have to return to it regardless of the weather or how close I am to love.
Doesn't it bother you sometimes
what living is, what the day has turned into?

BWV 156 Sinfonia
#ClassicalMusic #Poetry
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Poem. Monday Alex Dimitrov I was just beginning to wonder about my own life and now I have to return to it regardless of the weather or how close I am to love. Doesn't it bother you sometimes what living is, what the day has turned into? So many screens and meetings and things to be late for. Everyone truly deserves a flute of champagne for having made it this far! Though it's such a disaster to drink on a Monday. To imagine who you would be if you hadn't crossed the street Poem, “Monday” continued: or married, if you hadn't agreed to the job or the money or how time just keeps going — whoever agreed to that has clearly not seen the beginning of summer or been to a party or let themselves float in the middle of a book where for however briefly it's possible to stay longer than you should. Unfortunately for me and you, we have the rest of it to get to. We must pretend there's a blue painting at the end of this poem. And every time we look at it we forget about ourselves. And every time it looks at us it forgives us for pain.
November 17, 2025 at 10:12 AM
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🤦🏻‍♀️ Swing and a myth on that flight school branding 😆
Two men in togas sitting in a restaurant. A server stands by the table, plates in hand. One man says, “The salad’s mine. The hot wings are for Icarus.”
November 14, 2025 at 5:40 AM
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Dusting off a game invented during Mueller-time that can now apply to Epstein:
“Is it a Motherwell, or is it redaction?”
Robert Motherwell painting, black and white. Robert Motherwell painting, black and white Robert Motherwell painting, black and white.
November 12, 2025 at 5:37 PM
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Oh, we totally need to crash that party!
Sign: GORILLA PLAYING SAXOPHONE With Balloons AT YOUR PARTY 841 8322
November 11, 2025 at 6:03 AM
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Cartoon title: “Baking for Proust.” Man with mustache sitting in an arm chair, holding a small baked good — could be a madeleine— and commenting. A man is standing next to the chair. He is wearing an apron is holding a tray of the baked items. Caption: "It needs less butter, the evocation of the indifferences of the vicissitudes of life, and just a smidgen more sugar."
November 11, 2025 at 5:31 AM
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So the space crunch muted some acoustic underscoring of the divided worlds. It was still stunning, and being back at Powell Hall was like going home.

Pic is of Powell Hall stage when the last of the performers were onstage. Click for wide view. Wee bit tight!
3/3 #STL #SLSO
Wide shot of St Louis symphony, chorus and soloists on the main stage at Powell Hall, the home to the symphony. View is from main floor orchestra seat. Architectural style is Gothic Revival (I think)—lots of cream and gold pillars and accents. Audience was a full house and the sea of heads can be seen in the foreground.
November 10, 2025 at 9:24 PM
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Damned if ya do, damned if ya don’t…
Two men sitting in a study, surrounded by books. Caption: "Those who don't study history are doomed to repeat it. Yet those who do study history are doomed to stand by helplessly while everyone else repeats it."
November 6, 2025 at 1:00 AM
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Oldest selfie on your phone
Woman wearing glasses and a green sweater, smiling up at camera.
November 6, 2025 at 12:56 AM
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The split second BEFORE my first sip of coffee:
November 5, 2025 at 1:50 PM
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G’morning peeps. No, I didn’t go back to sleep. You may want to give me wide berth on the roads today. 🤷🏻‍♀️ #needcoffee
Image of coffee cup sitting on top of a small pile of beans. Caption: “I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO WITHOUT COFFEE. I'M GUESSING 25 TO LIFE." - UNKNOWN -
November 5, 2025 at 11:14 AM
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So, what are the cool kids doing at 3 AM? #insomnia
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Paris Combo “Sous la lune”
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from “When You Are Old”
WB YEATS
“When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once…”
When You Are Old BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
November 5, 2025 at 9:07 AM