note to self

I must be very careful when listening to what I'm doing in choir at the moment on headphones in work, lest I inadvertently announce to any German-speakers in the room that all flesh is, indeed, as grass. Oops.

(I've also just realized that if I go over to visit glitzfrau and biascut in Berlin this Summer, I will be forced to rely almost entirely on scraps of German learned from Brahms, Mahler, etc., which is frankly a bit dramatic for everyday use. "Joy!", I will respond jubilantly to anything remotely pleasant. "Woe!", I will cry on, eg, discovering that it is my round. I can also inform people that the dead are blessed.)

Oh yeah, the choir thing in question is Brahm's Ein deutsches Requiem, NCH, this Saturday at 8pm, not sure what the ticket situation is.

jane_the_23rd has evilly given me Q to work on for the letters meme. Still thinking...