Techy dilemma

I’ve managed to change the photos at the head of this page from generic to my own, but I’m not 100% convinced it’s actually an improvement.

In other tech news, I’ve volunteered to take over the SAS choir website, given that the ones that we’ve had in the last few years aren’t great. We did have an excellent one a few years ago, but unfortunately a great parting of ways has happened since then.

The first thought was to try and find a CMS that would do the job. The website is going to be quite simple. A few static pages of explanatory notes and a members’ section with details about the next tour. I thought it would be nice if it could have an interactive ‘e-mail me when it changes’ function, and there might also be a use for a members’ bulletin board.

Dataflame has a widget that can instal various different CMSes for you so I spent an afternoon playing with variety of different ones to see if I could get what I wanted. I couldn’t. They were all a bit too much for me. They all had hundreds of features that would take hours to turn off, or clunky funky designs that shout script kiddy rather than anglican choir.

Back to the drawing board. This might be a hand-written website. That’s going to take a little more time.

Hoovering

Hmmm. I half wish hoovering weren’t something I did in the middle of the night before a special occasion (eg landlord or parental visit, moving out).

Only half-wish. Once I get started, I get really pernickity about skirting boards and shifting things to hoover underneath. And Dysons are heavy! I don’t think I’d have the energy to do it every week.

My house is cleaner than that of some other Lib Dems. But that’s not saying much. And it doesn’t molify P much either.

St Paul’s

St Paul's at Night St Paul’s don’t allow any photography inside the building, so no photos of

  • Mountstuart Elphinstone’s memorial
  • The burnt and blackened statues from the cathedral destroyed in 1666
  • The monument to Christian Manliness.

Instead, plenty of exterior shots, and some more of people at the Globe from Wednesday night, all here.

St Paul's

St Paul's at Night St Paul’s don’t allow any photography inside the building, so no photos of

  • Mountstuart Elphinstone’s memorial
  • The burnt and blackened statues from the cathedral destroyed in 1666
  • The monument to Christian Manliness.

Instead, plenty of exterior shots, and some more of people at the Globe from Wednesday night, all here.

Rattle, rattle

I’m self-medicating to get rid of cold and throat problems. Flu plus, cough mixture, hairy lemon vit-c tablets, listerine.

Not terribly effective. I can get the bottom d’s for the Rachmaninov, but am having real difficulties with above-the-stave notes in Howells.

Bah.

Cough, cough.

They that go down in silence

Pretty Straight Guys (on Amazon)Bought this book, the other day. Misunderstood the title. It actually refers to New Labour high-ups, from when Tony Blair once described himself as a pretty straight kinda guy, not a pretty, straight guy.

Evensongs in St Paul’s are continuing apace after a shaky start. Our first response on our first night was fluffed a little after one of the priests gave us the wrong note. But it was uphill from there, and our second day, with the setting Sumsion in A and his They That go down to the Sea in Ships both went, er, swimmingly.

Tonight is Stanford, a setting and For Lo! I raise up — a huge anthem that a few years ago was our party piece finish, not relegated to Wednesday. We have some even bigger sings ahead of us. Gorgeous Tudor pieces for Thursday, and then we begin the Howells Marathon: the Gloucester Service for Friday night, the Collegium Regale for Saturday night, and somewhere in there we’re also singing Exultate Deo.

Which has almost as many odd lines in it as the For Lo!, which is taken from the apocryphal (literally) book of Habbukuk:

For lo I raise up that bitter and hasty nation,
Which march thro’ the breadth of the earth,
To possess the dwelling places that are not theirs.
They are terrible and dreadful,
Their judgment and their dignity proceed from themselves.
Their horses also are swifter than leopards,
And are more fierce than the evening wolves.
And their horsemen spread themselves,
Yea, their horsemen come from far.
They fly as an eagle that hasteth to devour,
They come all of them for violence;
Their faces are set as the east-wind,
And they gather captives as the sand.
Yea, he scoffeth at kings,
And princes are a derision unto him.
For he heapeth up dust and taketh it.
Then shall he sweep by as a wind that shall pass over,
And be guilty,
Even he, whose might is his God.
Art not Thou from everlasting,
O Lord, my God, mine Holy One?
We shall not die.
O Lord, thou hast ordained him for judgment,
And thou, O Rock hast established him for correction.
I will stand upon my watch and set me upon the tower,
And look forth to see what he will say to me,
And what I shall answer concerning my complaint.
And the Lord answered me and said:
The vision is yet for the appointed time,
And it hasteth toward the end, and shall not lie,
Tho’ it tarry, wait for it, because it will surely come.
For the earth shall be filled
with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord,
As the waters cover the sea.
But the Lord is in his holy temple:
Let all the earth keep silence before Him.

Lots of jokes about standing on watches, etc, he scoffeth at King’s but not at John’s. Etc etc.

But apparently, from the Exultate Deo, The dead praise not thee o Lord, Neither all they that go down in silence. Maybe they that go down don’t praise the Lord, but you can’t say the same for they they go down on.

In addition to evenson, being in London has given me the chance to catch up with old friends who live here. Monday night, when my parents and brother were here, my cousin and her husband of four years popped over. We haven’t seen them since they got married! And I have a different friend lined up every night this week. Tonight is MYM, a quick trip to the Globe.