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Here is a Sup—I mean repository of the texts of my together with some readings of them. The essays were broadcast by WXXI 91.5 Classical of Rochester, NY on Salmagundy each Saturday at 9:35am Eastern Time, from the beginning of time (1985) till May 2009 when Entropa (evil Goddess of Change-for-the-Worse-or-Possibly-the-Worst) troubled the minds of the WXXIites and they retired Simon and Salmagundy, and Rochester went into a terminal decline---for ever.
I continued on that brilliant bastion of all that's good and kultured, WCLV's syndicated Weekend Radio on many (mainly NPRish) stations traditionally on the first and third weekends of the month, though weekendage varied, till the horror crept ever onward and that too was devoured (in August 2023, a date which will live in infamy or at lease mild irritation)... and only I remain, defiant though wimpering.
Richard Howland-Bolton
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I was in the Coffee Shoppe with my daughter Rowena the other Saturday, Herebeorht having remained home busily (if that’s the right word) being a typically teenage lump in his bed. A lump, furthermore, that I wasn’t prepared to use enough nastiness to get up merely for the privilege of spending my hard earned money to buy breakfast for.
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(This was written in very late December 2000)
Well it's finally here after a thousand years of waiting and at least one false start we have really, finally, actually reached the new millennium. Really! Tomorrow night we will at last be able have the celebrations we have waited so long and so patiently for, (and we can finally expunge the memory of all that innumerate frivolity they had last year) and the new year, the new decade, the twenty-first century and the third millennium will all begin. (And at the same time too!)
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Well excitement has certainly reigned at our house for the last couple of weeks (or is is months--she’s got everything in such a tizzy that that’s certainly what it seems like) the reason being that Rowie is going to be off off into the hills along with (apparently) the entire fifth grade of Plano to camp, to study ecology and geology and all sorts of other stuff that till now I didn’t even realize that Texas has.
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Last week, what with getting ready for Rowena's Christmas concert and what with taxi-ing Hereb all around Plano and what with well life in general and, of course, what with an attack from Procrastes (as you know that's the twin brother of the guy with the one-size-fits-all bed and, to be honest, the one Greek bad guy who just couldn't get his act together in time to meet Theseus and so doesn't appear in any of the myths or legends), so what with all of that it just so happened that I ended up recording my essay at the absolute last (no, no I mean REALLY the absolute last) minute, and I'm not proud of it, but there it is.
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Simon's leave of absence from WXXI has ended so they will be carrying these essays starting 21st April
Here is one that you can be listening to till then. |
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BEING THE TRUE AND ANCIENT HISTORY OF THE CITY OF
HROFÆSCÆSTRA, NOVVM EBORACVM by RHB Back in the dim and distant, and just before I started writing these damned essays, the city of Rochester, NY was suffering from a severe case of sesquicentenniitis, and to celebrate (if that's the right interpretation of what they were doing) their one hundred and fiftieth year, amongst all the other innumerable murmurings of civic pride, they had a competition for a Rochester song.
In those days I was performing mainly mediæval stuff with Colleen Liggett and with others too embarrassed to be mentioned here, so the lure of the Rochester Song was great---and by a strange co-incidence I had just been working on an old song about Winchester. The rest (with a bit of translation and some damning with faint praise and a potted history of the real---by my standards real---origin myth) is history.
Or not.
Our entry was for some reason not the winning one, however by mysterious, possibly torturous and almost forgotten paths it did lead to my
essays appearing on Simon's Scintillating Sunshine Show on Wednesday mornings at 7:15. Btw the numbers in the titles show their position
in the sequence of the essays, and the date is that of the original air date on WXXI. During that first year I rewrote and expanded the history so that nine of those Wednesday mornings were subject to the horrors of Hrofæscæstrian History. And since they were spread out in time I absolutely had to repeat chunks, and this had absolutely nothing to do with the laziness of the long distance essayist.
Now read on. I dare you... |
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