Slug a bed. Yep, been slacking on the blog thang. A contract from hell was consuming my elan vitale, but, that's done and gone. It takes discipline writing a blog, day in and day out. (I never really kept a diary or a journal, so I don't have that to fall back on.)

My opera is in the midst of being translated into German (the international language of love). Sub Pontio Pilato will have its world premiere in Wels, Austria, sometime in the middle of December. More later.

Erling just got back from Brühl, Germany, where his previous chamber opera, A Little Girl Dreams of Taking the Veil, based on a Max Ernst book of the same name. My friends Ralf and Angelika translated the original French text into German for an earlier performance in Klagenfurt, Austria, last year. We were going to have lunch at Juan's Place in Berkeley nearby to Musclefish, but first we had to stop off at a place just around the corner called Garden Architecture to drop off some pictures from the Little Girl set designer in Germany. Turns out, an employee was leaving, and they were having a goodbye barbeque. We stayed and ate and looked at pictures of work they'd done. Rather cool stuff: high end.

Ah, yes, I notice that today's my father's birthday; he would've been 82.