Last evening I was sitting in the dining hall here at Yale and debating equality, free markets, and international relations with two of the staff when someone started playing classical piano in the background. I was thinking at the time that it was one of the 'perfect' moments in my life.
After I left the dining hall I was walking to lecture and walked under a bell tower just as a Big Ben copy chimed 7 pm. The tempo was considerably faster, and the sound not nearly as sonorous as the old guy himself. It was close enough that I sat down on on the curb and thought about London for awhile. To be more honest, I missed London for awhile. But then the bells right over me started playing something else (it sounded like a Bach fugue, but I didn't identify a particular piece) and that was quite interesting. I watched for awhile and took some pictures. Throughout the next session for the next half hour or so the bells played a variety of different things. I really like the bells here.
I guess that's it for now - off to breakfast, then lectures for the morning! :)
Yay! I'm so glad you're back to blogging. And yes, I read every work (I think...) of your recent posts. :D If only reading your blog would motivate me to post on mine... :P
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, the stuff dreams are made of ... I have not given up hope that you will one day blog, though, and you should not either! :D
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