Hear how they pound, raising the sound from hill and dale, telling their tale...

[occultatio]

This isn't particularly recent, or even that relevant to anything whatsoever, but I'm struggling through this awful religion thing and I thought I'd stop for a moment to share...

Last weekend at the show, a bunch of people backstage suddenly starting singing Christmas Carols. It started with the Pudding boys' singing the Chipmunks Christmas song, but then people just picked it up and we had a regular old caroling session. What was great, though, is that we knew the harmonies and everything, and it sounded absolutely gorgeous. We were all singers, so even when you didn't know the harmony part you could feel it out and make it up pretty easily. Just completely out of nowhere, eight or so people singing "Silent Night" and "White Christmas" and "Carol of the Bells" in perfect harmony, with the snow falling outside onto the untouched central field of the Radcliffe Quad.

Ah, saccharine imagery. But it occasionally takes remembering moments like that, at moments like right now, to remind me that life as a whole doesn't suck.


And with that said, back to work.