Minor Infractions: A Crescendo of Disapproval

Screen Shot 2013-08-06 at 10.48.55 AMViolist Miles Hoffman fulminates against “reached a crescendo,” a wrong note to any musician.

All these people, and so many others — oh my goodness, so very many others — have “reached,” or have described events or emotions “reaching,” crescendos. And they not only thought it was O.K. to reach crescendos — they thought, in reaching them, that they were being particularly clever; that they were hitching up their skirts to show flashes of musical knowledge.

But here’s the thing: as God — along with Bach, Beethoven and Mozart — is my witness, you cannot “reach” a crescendo.

I guess it’s proof of the old adage from Aaron Copland,
“If a literary man puts together two words about music, one of them will be wrong.”

Don’t get me started on how to pronounce “it’s not my forte.”

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One of the great crescendos in music, the opening of Das Rheingold

Silly Words: Egghead jokes from The Independent

My fave of a good group:

Modeling the head of a beer

“Is it solipsistic in here, or is it just me?”

Also introduced me to a hitherto unknown to me genre of jokes: about TCP/IP.

A TCP packet walks into a bar, and says to the barman: “Hello, I’d like a beer.” The barman replies: “Hello, you’d like a beer?” “Yes,” replies the TCP packet, “I’d like a beer.”