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Robert Carsen's stylish, updated Rosenkavalier isn't quite ruined by lousy video editing.  More...

And while watching this DVD I learned of the death of Hans Werner Henze; a figure of enormous stature in European modernism.

It is bright and sunny today. It is also decidedly chilly. Thus my plot to sit on a sunny patio, eat brunch and drink beer was thwarted. Instead I descended to the Stygian depths of C'est What, ate brunch and drank beer. The plus side is that the beer at C'est What is markedly superior to the patio competition. Indeed, even if the Olympian gods dined at home on nectar and ambrosia, I feel confident that when they nipped down to the Titan's Arms for a few kraters, Al's Cask was what they drank.

As a result, I was taking a post-prandial snooze with Jane and Padmini when the phone dragged me back into the real world. Apparently my father's cousin Anne died this afternoon. Given that she was first diagnosed with cancer 21 years ago I guess she's had a pretty good innings.

So it goes.