MARK ALBURGER, 2022: May 10

Rain, thunder, and --

somewhere near by, according to news sources -- hail... on the 61st day of spring, high way down 9 to 59: the coldest day since February 23's 58.

Also the anniversary of

Amerigo Vespucci (1451-1512) setting off for the western contininents that basically bear his name, + birthdays of

Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle (1760-1836),

Karl Barth (1886-1968),

Dimitri Tiomkin (1894-1979),

Ariel Durant (1898-1981, here with her husband Will, 1885-1981, he dying less than two weeks after his wife), and

Milton Babbitt (1916-2011).

Let us also mark these hours with a new edition of piano-vocal re

The Creation, Op. 93 (2000)
II. Let There Be a Firmament,

creation of a new page on the

Works website for

Gloria, Op. 105 (2002),

another coupla pages (43-44) edited as to

Oboe Concerto ("Wanderer"), Op. 118 (2004), and

more surreality in

Book of Dreams, 2022, Op. 376 (2022)
     May 9-10
          3am Reaching for the Walking Stick, It Is Behind the Door.... A Buxom Woman Emerges...
               Print-Out of Certain Musics in the Event of a Dictatorship, with Cliff at DCC...
          8am Reading a Volume (Maps, Etc, Bound) on a Precarious Wooden Walkway Over Tidal Inlet,
               Tide Comes in and It's Time to Continue Moving, This Is Evidently a Connected Path Back to
               a Route w/ Which I Have Some Familiarity, Some Snow On Ground, Despite Warm
               Temperatures, Jump a Slope Away from the Water / Bay / Inlet, Then Back Down Almost a
               Cliff, Precariously, the Way Leads Through Factory, and It's Just Closing Time, No One Seems
               to Notice or Bother Me, as Everyone's Leaving, Way Seems Impossible w/o People Here to
               Show Direction, and They're Locking Up as They Go, and I Just Get Through Gates, Path
               Has Ended at a Dam / Embankment, But Route Ahead Is Clear, Right Angle to a Straight
               Route East (Have Been Going Noth), Along a Canal / Channel, Towards Where I've Walked
               Before -- Reading the Book on the Bridge / Walkway toward the Beginning Was Fine and
               Relaxing, Until Looking Down, Realizing How Dangerous the Situation Was -- Ditto for the
               Embankment That Followed.... Some Nature Hike This Turned Out to Be... At One Point,
               Heading Towards an Almost-Locked Metal-Bar Door, Then Thinking Better of It, and Going
               Around to the Right, Where Garage-Door Like Area Is Relatively More Open...
           9am Some Website-Slam Campaign -- Owen Golden, I, and Others Will Defend, But, on Email,
               Suddenly I Receive Hundreds of Chinese Messages, Scrolling Through Pages...

Necessity being the inventive madre, I learn to scan using Harriet's printer (which has been go-to source for quite some time) and my printer -- all this with online media including