Mar 21, 2019

Celebrating Bach





She closed her eyes, opened herself to the music as she drew out Bach. 
The lovely, complicated and romantic notes from his Suite Number I in G 
for Unaccompanied Cello.
Her mind could rest with the music. Flow with it. Quiet. 
Here was comfort, the mathematics and the art, blended together into beauty.
For these precious moments, she had and would drag the cumbersome instrument
 on every plane, truck, train, to every dig no matter how problematic.
Soothed, she set the bow aside.



Birthright 





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Google Doodle celebrates the composer's birthday with AI music game


Search engine giant makes its first-ever AI-powered doodle in an incredible tribute to the Baroque composer.


Today, you can mark the 334th birthday of Johann Sebastian Bach by creating your own two-bar chorale in perfect harmony.










J.S. Bach was born in Germany on 21 March 1685, spending his life as a church and court musician, writing over 1,200 works for organ, choirs, chamber ensembles and orchestras.








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"Why don't you play, Kirby?" Fairchild poured a second brandy for himself
and Adam. "It helps clear my mind."
"All right." With a quick smile for Adam, Kirby moved to the far end of the
room, running a finger over a wing-shaped instrument he'd taken for a small
piano.
It took only a few notes for him to realize he'd been wrong. A harpsichord,
he thought, astonished. The tinny music floated up. Bach. Adam recognized
the composer and wondered if he'd fallen down the rabbit hole. No one—no
one normal—played Bach on a harpsichord in a castle in the twentieth
century.
Fairchild sat, his eyes half closed, one thin finger tapping while Kirby
continued to play. Her eyes were grave, her mouth faintly moist and sober.



The Art of Deception






Mar 20, 2019

Teach Your Teenager How to Paint Their Room






It was the same room he'd been given when Ray and Stella Quinn had
brought him home. 
The walls had been a pale green then. 
Sometime during his sixteenth year he'd gotten a wild hair and painted them magenta. 
God knew why. 
He remembered that his mother--for Stella had become his
mother by then--had taken one look and warned him he'd have terminal indigestion.
He thought it was sexy. For about three months. 
Then he'd gone with a
stark white for a while, accented with moody black-framed,
black-and-white photographs.
Always looking for ambiance, Phillip thought now, amused at himself.
He'd circled back to that soft green right before he moved to Baltimore.


Inner Harbor






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When your teenager wants to update their bedroom, why not use it as an opportunity to teach them an important life skill? How to paint a room! We break down the basics so your teenager can make their own decisions, do the work and even clean up. You won’t have to lift a finger, unless you want to.




Mar 18, 2019

'Your taste is questionable!'




"What kind of kitchen is it 
that doesn't have any Fritos?"
"In the pantry, top shelf," Roz said from the doorway. 
"I'm surprised you'd think I'd forget your childish addiction to corn chips."


Black Rose



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'Human Dorito' Chris Evans sparks a FURIOUS 
debate on Twitter after ranking his 
favorite chip options in a snack pack




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"You want something to eat? I want something to eat."
He turned, opened another cupboard and pulled out a bag of Doritos.
"That's not actual food."
"That's what makes it good."


Tribute

Mar 16, 2019

๐Ÿ•ˆ A reflection on St. Patrick’s prayer






"Life's a religious thing. But
don't worry, Nash-I won't try to convert you." 
She filled two glasses with ice. 
"It shouldn't make you uncomfortable. "


Captivated





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As we reflect upon the prayer of Saint Patrick this St. Patrick’s Day, March 17, we see that these very powerful, yet intrinsically beautiful uplifting words, represent a total transformation of the self with complete trust and faith in the Divine, God our Creator.
This prayer is known widely as “Morning Prayer,” “St. Patrick’s Breastplate,” or “The Lorica.”




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Her parents had been quietly devout Catholics, and she'd attended Catholic schools, 
gone through all the rites and rituals. 
She considered herself a Catholic, a modern, female Catholic who was 
dissatisfied with many of the doctrines and laws that came through the Vatican.


Born in Shame 






Mar 15, 2019

๐ŸŒˆ St. Patrick’s Day Party Ideas ๐Ÿ€







And what better day to celebrate than St. Patrick's Day?


Irish Rose 






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St. Patrick’s Day is a magical holiday and it’s becoming a popular event!
People love to have an excuse to party with the people they love!
So we decided to gather up 100 Party Ideas for St. Patrick’s Day
to help you throw the luckiest party out there!







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"Fresh lemonade!" 
Ava wheeled a cart to the doorway. 
"With plenty of mint so we've got the green."


High Noon

Mar 14, 2019

"Danny Boy" ๐Ÿ’š







"How about 'Danny Boy'?"
Maggie rolled her eyes. 
"Count on a Yank to ask for it. 
A Brit wrote that tune, outlander."


Born in Ice





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"What a pity that it is often the favourite repertoire of drunks on late-night trains!"


Danny Boy: mystery remains over a haunting tune





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Phin only shook his head as he climbed the stairs. 
"I should've known you wouldn't remember. You were too busy drinking Irish
 and singing 'Danny Boy.'"
"I did not sing 'Danny Boy.'" Please, God.
"Can't say for sure. All those Irish tunes sound the same to me." 


High Noon






Mar 13, 2019

☘️ St. Patrick's Day Toasts and Blessings




"Blessed be."


The Donovan Legacy




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Ireland enjoys a long-standing history of pithy phrases, 
powerful prayers, and wise or witty words from the lips 
and pens of famous saints, writers, and pub crawlers. 
Here are a few favorite Irish toasts so that your words 
will be well-equipped to toast a special day or 
bless a sacred event. 
Slรกinte!












Mar 12, 2019

Could your child survive alone in the woods?






The kid had been out for a minimum of two hours, she thought. A lifetime for worried parents.
But toddlers didn’t have any real sense of time. Children of his age were very mobile, she mused, and didn’t always understand the concept of being lost. They wandered, distracted by sights and sounds, and had considerable endurance, so it might be hours of that wandering before Hugh tired out and realized he wanted his mother.
She watched a rabbit skitter away into the brush. Peck had too much dignity to do more than spare it a passing glance.
But a little boy? Fiona thought. One who loved his “Wubby,” who enjoyed animals? One his mother said was fascinated by the forest? Wouldn’t he want to try to catch it, probably hoping to play with it?
He’d try, wouldn’t he, to follow it? City boy, she thought, enchanted with the woods, the wildlife, the other of it all.
How could he resist?





The Search 





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There's a hierarchy of survival skills that are appropriate for children.


For any parent, the idea of your children wondering lost and alone in the wilderness is a terrifying one. A family in California had their worst fears come true on March 1, 2019.


Two sisters, ages 8 and 5, miraculously survived 44 hours alone in the woods in freezing temperatures. But it wasn't just luck that kept them safe.






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“Where'd you find him?” Trent asked Nathaniel quietly.
“Up on the cliffs, holed up in a crevice in the rocks.”
“Good God.” C.C. shuddered. “Did he spend the night up there?”
“Looked that way. I had this feeling, I can't explain it. And there he was.”

Megan's Mate




Mar 11, 2019

Not-Your-Mama’s Tuna Casserole




“Because you don’t know what to do with a can of tuna?”




Unfinished Business







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Modern Tuna Casserole








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“Wouldn’t I want to fix him a meal, something we could sit down to together, 
something we could talk over? Isn’t that something he would want? Expect?”
“Why don’t you ask him?”
“Damn it, Brady, don’t you see? I couldn’t make it work.”
“All I see is that you’re having trouble putting—” He leaned forward to
look at the disarray on the counter. “What is this?”
Her mouth moved into a pout. “It’s supposed to be a tuna casserole.”
“You’re having trouble putting a tuna casserole together.”





Unfinished Business