Showing posts with label Relax. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Relax. Show all posts

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






Jan 18, 2018

Host a DIY Spa Party





Zoe rubbed the exfoliating cream over Dana's calf and grinned as her friend let out a long, heartfelt moan. 
"I really appreciate the two of you giving up your Sunday afternoon to be my guinea pigs." 
This time Dana grunted. 
Malory sat on a stool in the treatment room and rubbed her fingers over her newly scrubbed and polished skin. 
"I can't get over how good it feels." 
"I wasn't worried about the results—these products are great. But I want to be sure the whole experience works." 
"Works for me," said Dana's slurred and muffled voice. 


Key of Valor




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It's time to treat yourself and pamper your favorite pals.
Host a DIY spa party and get ready to relax.
We've got light snacks, fun projects, and easy ideas for the most aaah-inducing party you've ever thrown.








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Zoe glanced around, scanning the shelves of products, the glowing candles, the neat stack of mint-green towels on the counter, the clear crystal she'd hung from the ceiling over the padded table. 
It was, she thought, exactly right. 
"Of course, when we're doing this for real there won't be three people in here talking. You want us to be quiet, Dana?" 
"You don't even exist in my little world." 


Key of Valor