Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Rocky Horror Show & Dinner at The Prado
Thanks to our friend, Marge, we enjoyed a wonderfully quirky musical at The Old Globe. While some people were partaking of Shakespeare next door (The Tempest, I think) we were singing along to the joyful, shocking, campy music of the Rocky Horror Show.
Before the show we had dinner at The Prado, which is a beautiful restaurant right here in Balboa Park. It's also walking distance to the Old Globe. It was Restaurant Week in San Diego so they had special dinners with special prices.
Nancy, Marge and Jane had the salmon.
I had Thai Chicken with bright orange pasta. I thought it was covered in carrots when it first appeared.
Nancy had a beautiful sculpture topping her flan.
It was a wonderful evening!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Pinwheels for Peace- Diva's weekly challenge #40
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Quasimodo's replacement- just for a laugh!
I saw this on Martin's blog- http://fridgesoup.blogspot.com. It was posted by friko and it made me laugh. (Shows what kind of a sense of humor I have!)
After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.
The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day.
Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The bishop was incredulous.
'You have no arms !'
'No matter,' said the man. 'Observe !'
And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon.
The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.
The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps, when he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moment before.
As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked,
'Bishop, who was this man ?'.
'I don't know his name,' the bishop sadly replied,
( scroll down )
' ................ BUT HIS FACE RINGS A BELL'
WAIT ! WAIT ! There's more
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.
The first man to approach him said, 'Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday.
I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty.'
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
'What has happened ? Who is this man ?' the first monk asked breathlessly.
'I don't know his name,' sighed the distraught bishop, 'but..'
(. . . Wait for it ...)
(.. . . It's worth it.. ..)
'HE'S A DEAD RINGER FOR HIS BROTHER.'
After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.
The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day.
Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The bishop was incredulous.
'You have no arms !'
'No matter,' said the man. 'Observe !'
And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon.
The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.
The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps, when he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moment before.
As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked,
'Bishop, who was this man ?'.
'I don't know his name,' the bishop sadly replied,
( scroll down )
' ................ BUT HIS FACE RINGS A BELL'
WAIT ! WAIT ! There's more
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.
The first man to approach him said, 'Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday.
I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty.'
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
'What has happened ? Who is this man ?' the first monk asked breathlessly.
'I don't know his name,' sighed the distraught bishop, 'but..'
(. . . Wait for it ...)
(.. . . It's worth it.. ..)
'HE'S A DEAD RINGER FOR HIS BROTHER.'
Friday, September 16, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Obsessed with Paradox
Paradox is the title of a Zentangle tangle. It's one of the more difficult ones. I've been trying to do it for the longest time and now I've finally got it. And now I can't stop.
The Diva Challenge this week was to use only Paradox. She calls it "Pair of Ducks" because that's what comes to her mind whenever she says it. So here's my "Pair of Ducks". And lots more Paradox.
The Diva Challenge this week was to use only Paradox. She calls it "Pair of Ducks" because that's what comes to her mind whenever she says it. So here's my "Pair of Ducks". And lots more Paradox.
