umbrage [uhm-brij] n. 1. offense; annoyance; displeasure: to feel umbrage at a social snub; to give umbrage to someone; to take umbrage at someone’s rudeness 2. the slightest indication or vaguest feeling of suspicion, doubt, hostility, or the like 3. leaves that afford shade, as the foliage of trees 4. shade or shadows, as cast by trees 5. a shadowy appearance or semblance of something
OK. Well. I was trying in earnest to complete today’s post but my laptop, which is older than most peoples’ grandparents, began acting up at 2am and is in desperate need of assistance. So there will be no new Standpoint or Gallimaufry. Promise there will be a more complete post tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
For the happiest life, days should be rigorously planned, nights left open to chance. → Mignon McLaughlin
About ten years ago, it was considered kind of (sort of) cool to listen to bluegrass. Any song with a banjo could be (in some inexplicable way) played in the company of hipsters without a trace of irony. During that odd period, Nickel Creek, a trio of young and prodigious musicians, were all the rage. Despite the band’s efforts, and the huge popularity of the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack, bluegrass eventually sunk back into the fringes of popular music, where, because of its limited range, it’s most likely more productive and better off. But Nickel Creek had some pretty great songs. I think “Speak” is my favorite.
(see today’s STANDPOINT)