The Fredösphere

There's little time for blogging right now because my lunch time was devoured by a company function at Pacific Rim Restaurant. The food there is fantastic, and the general classiness of the whole operation is summed up by the way the prices are expressed on the menu: as integers, not floating-point numbers. It's my favorite place to eat, so naturally I'm stunned it has survived for lo these several years.

Mixolydian Mode is a force of bloggish nature right now. Check out the links in posts about the Soviet knock-off of Star Trek (really!) and classical Greek culture cut into bite-sized pieces for we immature folk. (I especially recommend the Iliad as a graphic novel. No joke.)

Condoleezza Rice is settling into her new role as a choir music clinician: "They say Beethoven is the most difficult composer for the voice." I'm sure this group is not intimidated. Neither is the Hungarian Radio Choir, which braved an invasion of robotech, which is unfamiliar to me but sure sounds scary. But not as scary as Neotech.