return of the engine

the engine has returned. the trip away was great. whales breaching, porpoises porpoising, that kind of thing. it was beautiful. but one thing kept nagging me, the whole time i was away: what about my readership? oh, sure, i knew there were other news outlets available and i know that some of you had to turn to cheap novels to keep yourselves busy, but i know what really was stirring inside of you. don't worry, you don't have to wait any longer. tiny engine is back.

did i mention that i love classical music? (or christmas music, as it was called by a woman with whom i once worked--that and "cartoon music," that's what she called it.) anyway, i do adore classical music. but i can't abide copland. well, is that bad of me to say? i don't like anything that makes me think i'm at a rodeo. i do like dvorak. scratch that, i am really coming to believe that dvorak is the greatest. if you don't believe me, just listen to the romance in f minor for violin. really, right now. go download it somewhere and tell me that doesn't do something for you. anyway, there's a piece called 'song to the moon' from his rusalka. time was, it used to be sung in english or german, though it was originally written in czechoslovakian. well, nowadays, nearly everyone who sings it sings it in its original czechoslovakian. renee fleming has a lovely recording of it. i would put a link in here, but i wouldn't want you to leave just yet. i am working on building up a real stockholm-syndrome type relationship with you right now. anyway, more on the dvorak later. but tonight, when you have nothing to do, and you have that leftover hamentashen in one hand, click on over to itunes with the other hand and have a listen to the piece. it's quite lovely. and for goodness sakes, pay the $.99 for it. the 30 second clip won't do the trick. ok, my friends, it's time for me to head out now. god ye good den.