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  • The Tortilla Curtain

    Tortilla_curtain_1I finished The Tortilla Curtain.  It took me longer than most "bicycle books" do but then it is a novel that holds up well on its own, not just as a distraction while riding an exercise bike.  I hadn’t expected to like this book  as much as I did.  The only other Boyle novel I had read, World’s End, had not been a favorite despite much acclaim at the time.

    Boyle is an excellent, skilled writer and the book is quite enjoyable to read.   Yes, it is a book about California, about the extremes of not just California but the American Lifestyle.  Yes, in many ways the characters are stereotypes of the poor immigrant and the rich, liberal, shallow, white American.  Yes both families experience a series of disasters that are unlikely to occur in such short order in "real life".  But Boyle does not get trapped in the assumptions and the stereotypes. Each of the primary characters, Delaney and Candido are given equal weight.  Neither one is treated as a stereotype and Boyle makes no effort to say "this is the typical member of his tribe".  I would get completely wrapped up in the lives of the characters even though I might find them each quite unlikeable at times.

    As I said, these characters are not stereotypes.  They are individuals, but there must be many people like them in many degrees and variations.  Each character rings true, and I can see the basic traits that I see in other people, and myself in each of them.  Each of them reacts in ways that seem completely in keeping with what we have learned of their characters and their lives.  While the book highlights the dichotomy of rich and poor in this nation, quite brutally at times, Boyle does not belittle either side. I don’t think the point of the book is to damn or praise anything in American Culture.  It is about miscommunication and what happens when people come up against a wall, what assumptions they make and how they react and how our circumstances and background affect the judgments we make about other people. 

    Yes the book is unrealistic in many ways, but a good novel often has to be unrealistic.  Tragedy, Comedy, The Unexpected.  These are what highlight the experiences of life and a good novel must draw our attentions to things that we might miss in the normal boring day-to-day flow of life (Anne Tyler excepted perhaps).  Delaney may be shallow and self-righteous.  Candido may be ignorant and even "hopeless" at times.  But their reactions ring true on many levels.  But the book is about how people react under extreme circumstances  and about how different our expectations and judgments are, about how difficult it really is for people to understand and judge others whose upbringing, language, and circumstances are quite different. "Walking a mile in another person’s shoes" does not come naturally to any of us.

    It is a good book.  The story is gripping.  The characters are very clearly drawn and the reader is drawn into their thoughts.   The book is sympathetic even as it is damning.  In short it is about our humanity and how we perceive the world around us, strengths and shortcomings and all.  The novel doesn’t really seem to judge, but the reader might find herself thinking much.  In keeping with the theme of the novel, different readers may bring in different perceptions as well, adding more or less weight.  I might damn Delaney more than Candido, because I can relate more to Delaney’s background than to Candido’s.  Even though I might despise some of his decisions, I feel angry at him, I feel that he, with his privileges and better education, should have known better.  But that is the point.  We are all prisoners of our backgrounds and in extreme circumstances it is our backgrounds that determine our biases and how we react, now matter how much we might try to overcome these assumptions at other times in our lives.

    Individually we are doomed to misunderstanding.  But there is still humanity and there is still a shred of hope.

  • Interfacing the Jacket

    I carved out a little time to work on my jacket today, very little time, but now I should be set to actually begin to sew.

    Today was interfacing day.

    Simplicity 4047 is not a highly structured jacket.  The primary areas to be interfaced are the front facings, back neck facings and the sleeve facings.  I did not interface the sleeve facings today because I am not sure how I am handling the sleeves.

    First, however a decision had to be made as to what interfacing to use.    My old standby interfacings for collars cuffs and facings have been Armo Weft and Fusi Knit but I have occasionally used other things as well.  As interfacing varies on each fabric, and I have several interfacings in house at the moment, a little test run seemed feasible.

    Fusi Knit             Made the fabric seem thick and oddly stiff.

    Suitmaker 660   Did not seem to "thicken" the feel of the fabric but it was almost too crisp for the style

    Armani Interfacing from Sandra Betzina — made the fabric seem too thick and bulky. 

    Armo Weft  was very nice, support but the hand changed very little, less on the bias than on the straight of the front, but all in all a nice feel to the finished result.   Pam’s Pro Weft seems to be the same interfacing or so similar that I haven’t really been able to tell the difference on any test so far.  However, since I have two bolts of Armo Weft (purchased when I mostly sewed jackets) I might as well stick to that for now.

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    I had just enough Armo Weft washed to interface this jacket.  Once the interfacing was applied and left to cool, I washed several more yards of Armo Weft and hung it up to dry as I have a few more jackets and coats in the plans.

    I don’t think I will get any further with this tonight.  It is time to get to work on dinner and Monday was so hectic I did not get to the ironing.  Tonight’s plan calls for televison and ironing.  If I finish before I fall over in exhaustion I may come up and start sewing, but more likely I will just knit.

  • Food Day

    Sunday is Pantry Day.  Sunday is food day.  If Sunday works, the whole week works….

    well that is not exactly true ’cause sometimes days get out of hand and the whole plan or schedule goes down the drain.  Sometimes entire weeks go down the drain as well. 

    But if all goes well, Sunday is food planning day, and the other days kind of fall into place.  This is nice when Monday is hectic and I have no idea what I am going to do for dinner, or lunch either for that matter, when I run in the house to greet hungry husband, and contractor who wants to discuss pool plans, and my own tummy is growling as well.  Then, what happens if the afternoon falls apart?  Look at the plan.  Oh, soak the dried Chinese Mushrooms.  Make emergency trip to Sears.  Come home to soft mushrooms! Now I can make dinner. 

    Of course if there is food in the pantry I can find something to cook and turn out a perfectly nice meal, but I actually enjoy the planning stage, and I enjoy grocery shopping, if I have done the planning that is, but I also enjoy it when I am just at the farmer’s market or store looking for what is fresh and inspiring and thinking of the meals I might prepare.

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    Sunday is Farmer’s Market day, at least it is for the next few weeks, until Thanksgiving, after which I will be reduced to regular grocery store shopping until May. But for now, the glory of Sunday remains. 

    First we go to the Farmer’s Market.  I usually do a brief walk-through, just to see who has what, and focusing on my favorite vendors of course.  Then we buy:  mostly vegetables, sometimes meat and cheese as well.

    When we get home I spread everything out on the kitchen island, where I can see it all.  I also pull any remaining produce from the previous week out of the fridge.  If the produce is still good it goes on the island, if it is looking a little limp but still edible it goes in the stock pot.  There is not usually much left over, but sometimes the week gets out of hand and I was to stressed to cook.  Those weeks tend to fall into take-out or quick pantry meals that take little preparation time and no thought.

    This is when the fun part begins.  I start to plan.  Of course, I have had a plan all along.  I usually think of what I might make as I purchase things at the market.  But sometimes when I get it all home new ideas come to mind.    As I look, new combinations form: 

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    I might pull out stacks of cookbooks and think about new recipes to try.  I will probably also search my own recipe database for specific ingredients to remind myself of what possibilities are available, or if I have a specific dish in mind, what other ingredients will be required.

    This entire process, planning the week’s menus usually takes me an afternoon, and often a good part of a day.  I know that most would consider this excessive, and although I have always planned the menus and grocery shopping, I didn’t really spend this much time with it until this past summer, when I started trying to plan well-balanced high fiber diets.  But now I am in the habit.  I enjoy the process, I enjoy playing with ideas.  I enjoy making lists.

    After I have decided what to do with a particular vegetable, it moves over to the countertop, or it gets washed, wrapped or prepped in whatever way necessary for storage.    Eventually everything has moved off the island, and I have a week’s worth of menus, and all the food has been put away.

    During the process, I probably also planned breakfasts and lunches — again that is something I just recently added to the process.  Each  day’s menu has been planned to include a broad range of nutrients.  The recipe database includes nutritional information so that all comes up automatically as I plan the menus.  If a particular ingredient is not in the database, I can usually get it from the USDA website.  Usually, if I watch fiber, and the basic major vitamins, the other things fall into place.  Since I aim for 18-22 grams of fiber per 1000 calories, the menu doesn’t tend to be that high in fat, (especially since I can’t just grab a bowl of FiberOne or All Bran) simply because the fiber/calorie ratio would be too low.  At the same time, I like food and have no interest in a diet that tastes too "brown rice" if you understand what I mean, so although our diet is healthy, it is not ascetic by any means.   I do use cream and butter and fatty cuts of meat, but in reasonable moderation.  There is always room for a lovely pastry or bit of chocolate.  But in order to meet the fiber guidelines we eat a lot of vegetables and vegetables are high in nutrients.  I have found me get more than enough of almost everything in our diet now, and I if something is lacking I can make minor variations to achieve balance. 

    We used to down numerous vitamins.  Now I find the only place we are short is in the B vitamins, so we take a supplement.  And probably every other day I need an extra calcium pill, but mostly I meet those requirements as well.  We take fewer pills and we feel better; who can complain about that?

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    After the dinners are planned, the lunches and breakfasts get added, the nutrition is checked, the menus are rearranged, and everything is checked to make sure I used all the ingredients purchased at the farmer’s market.  A schedule is planned if there are things that need to be done in advance for particular meals.  A grocery list is made for all those items not found at the farmer’s market.  The database is cross referenced to my normal pantry items so the great majority of the list is generated automatically from the menu, especially if all the recipes are in the database.  There is always
    some hand-checking necessary. Since everything is purchased with a plan, very little is wasted.  Everything is set, but not set in stone.

    Of course, I might change a menu during the course of the week.  Sometimes I am inspired by a new recipe or a change in the weather or an unexpected guest.  Sometimes I am just too stressed or I am feeling particularly culinarily creative.  It all comes with the territory when you are obsessed with food.  But then, if I weren’t obsessed, I probably wouldn’t find this refreshing.

    And Sunday is refreshing. 

    When I was in high school girls were required to take at least one year of Home Economics, where we were supposedly taught to plan menus.  I don’t think most of my friends still do, it is one of those forgotten arts.  We certainly didn’t consider nutrition beyond the basic food groups.

    I don’t think I would have believed that I would come back to menu planning, but I have, and I look forward to it every week.

  • Prism Scarf

    Thursday night I finished the second underarm section of Mermaid and was ready to begin the right front when I discovered that I had left the instructions next to the chair in my sewing room and had neglected to take them with me to knitting group.

    Although I had planned to start a quick, large gauge project as a mini-reward after finishing the body of Mermaid, I had also neglected to take that with me, not assuming that I could finish the entire front of mermaid in a few hours of congenial company.  So there I was, knitless and not yet ready to go home. 

    So of course I did what all desperate knitters in a yarn shop do, I bought yarn.  I had been fondling some prism yarns the previous week, yarns I assume were purchased with the thoughts of scarves in mind as there were only a few skeins in each colorway/yarn. I ended up with two skeins of Prism Frost in color Ginger:

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    The only size 11 needles I could find were bamboo, not my favorite, but I cast on anyway and knitted away. 

    When I got home I noticed that I had dropped a couple of stitches somewhere along the way, and as I was still annoyed at the way the yarn persisted in sticking to the needles I decided to try something else.

    I ripped the scarf and started over with Addi Turbos.  I didn’t get very far though, even though usually I prefer Addis for all things.  They were much to slippery, the yarn slid around like wet fish, and the points were far too blunt to slide under the stitches, despite the slipperiness.  The whole project was a tension nightmare, the stitches would stick when I tried to put the needle in to make a stitch but were otherwise slithering around like eels in a pot of water.  Once again the project was ripped.

    The third and final attempt was made on a lovely pair of lantern moon needles — perfect fit:  smooth enough but not sticky, just pointy enough to slip between stitches, but not so pointy as to pull the chenille.    I just started the second skein, so the scarf is a little more than half done and a joy to knit.  I already have the perfect coat.   Don’t laugh, I wouldn’t put it past me to make a coat to match a scarf someday.

  • Personal Day

    Some things are just meant to be.

    For some time I had planned that today would be a personal day, a day to sew or knit or do whatever caught my fancy.  I was truly looking forward to it as life has been fairly hectic lately, the weekends have been quite full, and sewing or knitting time were hard to come by.  I was going to have the house to myself for a full day; no workmen, no family, no schedule.  A little piece of Heaven.

    But plans change.  G had a family event in Flushing:  a memorial service for an old family friend, a friend of his mother’s, involving people I had never met, and indeed whom G thought he barely remembered.  Still he thought he should go, although he thought I should not.  Plans were made, everything was prepared. 

    But nothing is that simple.  There was much agitation and the whole thing was getting blown way out of proportion.  One obvious solution to several tense discussions seemed to be that I should go, and drive and that way I could take some people home at night, and no one would fret (except of course for the driver).  So I volunteered.  Bye Bye sewing day.

    But for once, Mother Nature was on my side.  Heavy rain and high winds were forecast for today.  And indeed we did have heavy rain, and now the winds have come.  G took the train and I got to stay home. 

    And so I had a personal day after all, although so far I haven’t actually sewed much, it has still been a time of creativity and renewal.  I went to the gym and took a long tough workout.  I came home and the power was fading in and out during one particularly vicious thunderstorm so I curled up with some knitting  and happily whiled away a few hours. 

    And I cleaned up the sewing room, put away the remnants of the nursery set, sorted out my NYS Sheep & Wool purchases, and generally got my space ready for the next project.  And I looked at my next and future projects.

    I got out the Simplicity Jacket I cut out in San Francisco (finally!):

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    I think I made a mistake when I cut this out.  I recall that the sleeves on the muslin were a little short, but I thought to myself that I could fix that as there was another sleeve piece.  I was thinking that piece was an extension, when in actually it is a cuff lining so that the sleeves can be turned up.  I think I can work around this by just turning that piece into a sleeve extension, in which case it will become a design detail rather than a  mistake, but I will see what happens.

    Therefore I have decided not to cut the lining yet, but to begin constructing the jacket and see what I have to do about the sleeves.  I do have extra fabric, but I am not convinced I have enough to recut the sleeves.

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    I also started thinking about a sewing plan.  I know I wrote about needing a few garments in my closet and finding things that went together.  Well, the situation is not as dire as I originally feared.  I have three nice suits, all black, and a beautiful black dress that can be dressed up or down so I am set for dinners out, concerts, and just about any more social event that I would need to go to.  I also have a cocktail dress that fits nicely.

    For everyday I have several pairs of chinos in black, gray, and chocolate brown, and corduroy’s as well in the same colors. so I am set.  Casual jackets are in short supply, but this will get me through my wardrobe needs.  In short, I am not pressed for something to wear, but I don’t want to be confined to those items, and I do need to plan what I make, producing garments that go with things in my wardrobe or planning outfits or wardrobes around what I sew..

    The selection of fabrics shown above is a grouping of black and gray fabrics, with some colors, that I pulled out last spring and never got to.  It was for a little collection I called "Steel Magnolias" based on steel grays and blacks, and the idea that I wanted to combine some high tech fabrics and styles with some soft floaty skirts and more romantic looks as well, using an industrial black and gray base.  I guess I was thinking something along the lines of "small town Southern girl goes high tech" but I never developed it.   

    Admittedly part of the inspiration came from a sweater I had just knitted out of a stainless steel and cotton yarn called Tesla .  Now I wore that sweater last week at the Sheep & Wool Festival and although it was loose when I knitted it; now it is much too loose and kept falling off my shoulders.  I will have to do something with ti before next spring rolls around.  I am not sure if that sweater will fit into this collection anymore and I probably need to brace myself for the idea that future wear will require undoing and re-knitting it.

    But I have been obsessed with black lately, even before I knew that the  only clothes that still fit were black (strange enough considering that black was not the largest part of my wardrobe) and so it seems worthwhile to stick with the black theme for a while. 

    I haven’t planned actual garments, except for a couple of pieces, and I don’t know if I will actually work out a plan on paper or just kind of "sew as I go" but I will keep you informed.

    But that is not all I will be sewing.  I know you remember that I started a Marfy blouse muslin back in August which I still want to finish.  I have some nice lavender fabric set aside for that.  And there are several other projects in the works as well as three rather bulky coatings I want to get out of the stash and onto my back this season.  So there is no shortage of options.

    I am also adding this selection of fabrics into the mix:

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    They are all seasonally appropriate.  They will also blend into my black and gray foundation pieces nicely

    But now, I have to move on from thinking about sewing to actually working on something.

  • Vogue Knitting Winter 2006-2007

    One week ago Thursday I received my Vogue Knitting,  a full two weeks after I first saw it in a yarn shop, but before I had broken down and bought an extra copy.  I am happy to have my copy, but I am also annoyed at Vogue because this seems to be the norm, not the exception.  Is it selfish of me to want my subscription copy before it appears on every newsstand?  What is the point to subscribing?  Maybe Vogue doesn’t care about having subscribers.

    But back to the issue.  I didn’t look at it that first night, I was just relieved that it had arrived.  I browsed through it very briefly on the weekend and did not have a chance to look in greater depth until this Thursday (yesterday).  Today I spent even more time perusing the pages.

    There are quite a few things I like:

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    As you can see, the entire "foreign affair" story line is included in my picks, as well as the cover scarf, which I adore, even though it looks like the kind of thing that I would hate to knit.  Long narrow tubes of stitches — ugh!  But then again, maybe that makes it the perfect challenge, like when I forced myself to knit three ribbed sweaters in a row because I hated ribbing.  I don’t hate ribbing anymore.  And what is the point of knitting if I never grow or take on new challenges, or even if I avoid tackling my prejudices.  Without challenge even the most adored hobby will become boring and uninspiring.  Or at least so I tell myself.

    There are a few more sweaters in there, a couple of which I haven’t copied.  The Montera wrap cardigan looks like a good basic that would get a lot of wear, even though I dislike wearing Montera.  But it could be done in any wool.  I suppose it is just so basic that I remember its presence but it is not in the least inspiring.

    I also like these two sweaters in the "Grace Notes" collection:

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    I am not actually likely to ever wear either one.  I think they are lovely but they are just not "me".  I have trouble picturing myself in them.  I suppose they could be "me" if I wanted them to be, the image I chose to present to the world is completely in my own control after all, but at this point, I am not sure this image is in my real world comfort zone, more in my imaginary life view of myself — not for public consumption.

    However, it is possible that I might wear these two sweaters from the same collection:

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    In the end, who knows what I will actually knit, or when I knit it.  Knitting magazines mostly fill a dream niche in my knitting life.  I get to some of the designs, sometimes I outgrow my lust for a design long before I ever get it knit up, effort saved I suppose.  Mostly they just provide a little mental escape and chance to imagine a different life.

  • Concrete

    The concrete has been poured and it finally looks like something is happening in the back yard.

    I originally posted what pictures I was allowed to get out and take elsewhere, but here is the pour:

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    And the final result, looks wonderful.

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    Actually, the pool looks better than it ever has.  It looks finished now, even though the fiberglass has not yet been applied.  The old pool looked crumbly and rough, constantly uneven and cracked.  This is a great improvement.

    Now I wish I had taken "before" photos, although it never really occurred to me at the time.  Basically, I just don’t think about taking pictures, although the web is helping to change my attitudes.  Too late now. 

    Anyone who saw the pool before would be stunned at how nicely this is turning out, as was our old friend who visited Wednesday night.

  • Crib set Finished

    I finished the dust ruffle for the crib today, which means the nursery set is finally completed and ready to wend its way to Tennessee.

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    The dust ruffle is on top of the stack, a closer look below:

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    This actually took me 2 hours or better, although this might have been because I worked on it in bits and pieces.  Sunday I spent a half an hour turning up and stitching hems.  Monday I spent another half hour finishing the same.  Today I gathered the skrit and attached it to the box spring cover.  That last step took me an hour.  But of course the first time I pinned it incorrectly, probably because I was totally distracted and had to keep peering out the window watching the concrete being poured around the pool and deck foundations.

    I hadn’t planned on sewing today.  The concrete crew would not allow me in the kitchen, which is right under the area where the giant spider-like arm carrying the concrete was perched over the house.  I suppse it was a safety issue in case things went wrong.  Still, old friend Wool E. Bear came right after the concrete pour and I managed to pull dinner together, a little later than originally planned while we all chattted and noshed and drank well.  What a lovely evening, filled with good friends, laughter, and good food.

  • concrete

    The concrete was finally poured today!

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    The concrete was pumped over the house and into the forms surrounding the pool and forming the supporting structures for the new deck.  Three mixer trucks of concrete were poured.  We have finally passed the biggest step, everything is easy from here (at least so we hope)/

  • Prokofiev and Shostakovich on War

    For the last several days thoughts have been rolling around my head about the concerts we attended last weekend, but nothing has been forthcoming in terms of coherent thought.  The further I get from the event the more difficult this seems to become so I must put down something, pathetic though it may be. 

    Actually, we are listening to Shostakovitch’s Jazz Suite #1 as I write this and this has jogged my memory in that part of the weekend’s concert included Shostakovitch, although nothing as light-hearted as the Jazz Suite.

    Friday night we had a rare "movie date" except that it was not just any movie date.  We went in to NYC to Lincoln Center to hear the New York Philharmonic perform Alexander Nevsky live during a screening of Eisenstein’s 1938 of the same name.  I have heard the music and I have seen the film, but I don’t think I have ever experienced the two together and it was a spectacular experience.  The film is absolutely stunning, although obviously programmatic and at times dated.  There were several parts where the audience laughed at the dated silliness of it, but overall it was quite good.  The music meshed with the film beautifully and was very lushly performed.   The music could be comedic and bumbling during the antics of the two suitors for  a young maiden’s hand in matrimony, noble and filled with the glory of war and victory, and also dark and brooding, especially during the terrifying scene where the German invaders nonchalantly drop crying infants into the fire.   Prokofiev was a great composer, Eisenstein, one of the great filmmakers and this film is a masterpiece, but together the two of them created something far greater than either of the pieces individually, and that is a tremendous achievement.

    Saturday night we attended another concert.  Luckily this one was nearby, in Rhinebeck.  The Cavani Quartet played at the Rhinebeck Chamber Music Society and it was a truly spectacular concert.    The quartet opened with Mozart’s Divertimento #3 in F major, K 138, which was light, charming and playful, the perfect opening to a concert which was soon to take a turn of another sort altogether.

    The second piece was Shostakovitch’s String Quartet #8 in C minor Op.110 and it was a truly spectacular performance.  The opening was soft lush and cushioning.  But then the horror of war burst around us with the furious, staccato, harsh second movement.  The listener was truly jerked out of repose with horror, forced to sit on the edge of one’s seat.  The tension and fury were completely palpable.  During the demented waltz, one felt that kind of existence that one carries on in the face of disaster, the mask of normalcy, hiding the terror and chaos that exist just below the surface, and the sounds of war once again interrupted.  The work is intensely emotional and gripping and the quartet played on this emotional outburst to great affect.  I think no one in the audience was unmoved.

    I haven’t been able to help but contrast the two works in my mind since the weekend, the Prokofiev and the Shostakovitch.  Both show horror in war, but the Prokofiev also celebrates the glory and national pride.  Of course the Prokofiev was written for Stalin and meant to appeal to national pride.  Still, both keep running through my mind.

    Oh, and I do not want to forget, the concert closed with the Beethoven  String Quartet # 14, powerful and tragic also in its own way, and in some ways probably one of the few pieces that could have followed the Shostakovich and held its own.  The performance was quite magnificent and was roundly applauded and by the audience.  My own quibble was perhaps small.  The performance was profound, perhaps too profound, the musicians fell prey to the current trend toward ponderous Beethoven.  Perhpas there was too much of a slowing of work, an overplaying of the tragedy without the contrapuntal lightness that is also present in Beethoven.

    Just sayin’.