Hey, String Field Theory is playing tonight at the Harmony Community Center. Doors open at 6:30. Dessert, coffee, a big crowd, a good cause, wonderful acoustics, and a band that's really, really happy to be playing together. I wish I had a better photo than one that makes me look fat, but you know how women are (she says coyly, full of ambiguous recognition that she is obnoxiously dilly-dallying with feminist ironies, plus I'm pushing 50 so why should I care, but then again, you could ask my mother the same question: she won't go to yoga because she doesn't like how she looks in her yoga pants). 

Sonnet 8

William Shakespeare

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly,
Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,
Resembling sire and child and happy mother
Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
    Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
    Sings this to thee: "thou single wilt prove none."