Posted on 03/29/2009 7:41:27 PM PDT by A_cool_guy
I know some jokes, but I don't know any good political jokes!! Could everyone post some good jokes here?
Thanks,
A_cool_guy
Morning. I think.
What feels like a shift into falsetto (and would be if we were guys) is actually your "break", where you shift from your chest voice into your head voice. Moving over the break is always difficult, but with regular practice you can keep the resonance of the chest voice as you move up into the head voice, and correspondingly keep the open head voice as you move down into the chest. That blurs the 'break' and makes it less audible (and more comfortable!)
It sounds like we have similar voices, and my break is right around F# or G in the treble staff. In English Renaissance music that was written for male altos, there's a lot of crawling around on either side of G, so I have really had to work on smoothing out my break.
With good coaching and regular practice, my break is smoother, my tone is better, and my range has increased into the bargain.
Some parishes go so far as to seed the nave with ringers, to get the others to sing along.
It's a good morning!
Well
In a wettish sort of way!
We've got a pretty good guess, and in primitive areas with no records that's about as good as anybody's going to get.
I do genealogy, and back before the days of birth and death certificates and extensive government records, there are plenty of people who just vanish without a trace. I have a cousin who "went to Texas and was never heard from again" and nobody's ever been able to trace him.
If you had a close-knit family of course everybody knows what happened. But people travelling into remote areas, and people who didn't have any close friends or family, used to disappear with depressing regularity. Some folks went out West to sever their links with past life, because they were on the run from the law, or just wanted to get away from it all. They even wrote a song about it -
"Say, what was your name in the States?
Was it Thompson or Johnson or Bates?
Did you murder your wife, and fly for your life,
Say, what was your name in the States?"
Bierce quarrelled with almost everybody, divorced his wife, his sons died before him (one to alcoholism, one was shot in a fight iirc), so there wasn't anybody with a real motivation to find him while there was still a chance to find out exactly what happened to him.
But dying by violence in Mexico and being tipped into an unmarked grave is not something you have to go looking for.
Bierce was one of those folks who seems intriguing at a safe distance. I wouldn't have wanted to be his next door neighbor, though.
Thanks, again! That’s pretty interesting and well worth trying.
I always sang in the choir as a kid. Teen, pre-teen. Actually, all through school, though in high school, I sang with the boys in the bass section. :o]
Hey! I do genealogy, too!
They don’t really mean it when the say “Sit anywhere you want.” at a restaurant.
That’s what I hear. How is your play house coming along?
Bad habits are hard to break (I sang tenor in high school) but it can be done!
Genealogy is fun! I’ve traced several lines of the family back into the 1600s, and now I need to start tracking them around England and Scotland. Easier to do now that so much stuff is on line.
By high school, my music teacher had changed from my neighbor to a man I didn’t know, though one of my brothers had been in his class. Said brother has a better range than I do.
:o]
Most of my lines go straight to the Royalty from the Mayflower and the Anne. I did a neighbor’s genealogy when I was in Tucson, and our lines met at the Mayflower, to two sisters.
He was really tickled about that!
One ancestor changed his name from MacGregor when he ran from the law in Scotland and wound up in the mountains of Virginia. Have a carriage maker, shoemaker, sea captain, lots of farmers, that sort of thing. Good Southern yeomen, heavy on the Scottish and Irish ancestry but a good admixture of honest Englishmen (the sea captain was from Kent, and the carriage maker was a true London cockney, born within the sound of Bow Bells - or at least within a few city blocks of the church of St Mary-le-Bow -- in 1795).
Hmmm...maybe we have something in common, then. Now I’m curious!
I have never heard of Nylabone. Ash has rawhide chews. She eats out the middle and leaves the hard ends, which are pretty gross. I collect them a couple of times a day and put them back in her crate.
Good morning, for a few more minutes. Shannon and Ash are frisking out in the back yard. The grass is getting very deep, and Shannon’s obviously having Queen of the Serengeti fantasies. If the Serengeti had giant canines, of course ...
This is true of Obama: “Whoever is in a hurry shows that the thing he is about is too big for him.”
~Lord Chesterfield
So, did you ask Shannon what role Ash is playing? Ash could be the element. ;o]
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