Lux Apollo

All I have to say is YUM.

Am I aging If I don't feel very old? My body is changing, Or so I'm told. I still have dreams And timorous fears. I still like to drink So let's say cheers! Around the sun Once more for us. The galaxy's bigger, So what's all the fuss? Some day this will all fade away, Naught but one child's wild dream. But today I'm alive, and "Fuck yes!" I scream.

Oh boy, do I ever know how this feels... *hugs*

April 30, 2022 Last night, Dom, Mystique and I got together to talk about Magneto. Piotr didn’t end up joining us. He’s still too beat up from the fight with Nimrod to leave the medlab, but beyond that he told me yesterday that he had said his goodbyes to Magneto long ago, when he left the Acolytes, and didn’t want to revisit his time with him, to revisit the emotions that had driven him there. Fair enough. We sat out by the lake, Dom and I passing back and forth

Emmanuel Bach's delightful solo flute sonata is a wonderful little treasure. For whatever reason, it isn't in the standard repertoire for flautists, which I consider a high crime. Personally, I prefer it on period instruments - wooden flutes have a much softer, caressing tone than their modern metal counterparts.

I am really enjoying these, Parker. Keep being awesome!

Thanks for reading, gentlemen.

So many familiar emotions and feelings here. Thanks for sharing. Makes me want a hug, so I will give you one through the Aether.

I've spent my entire life Learning how to do something Getting better, Progressing slowly, Persevering against bitter problems And acid opinions. Don't pay me to teach you If you are just going to do what you want Don't come for lessons If you just want an easy way out Don't waste my time If you will just ignore All my advice. You are ignorant You don't even know What you don't know If you don't

Oh, to celebrate Times that are good Times that are bad Time We lead lives too short to not celebrate The little blessings that we have The things we cherish The things we lose May the years bring fortune And prosperity to you Or at the very least A bittersweet beauty That caresses your soul

April 28, 2022 Magneto’s dead. He insisted, just fuckin insisted on taking part in the operation last night. Mystique warned him against it. Begged him not to do it. Even Exodus didn’t think it was a good idea, and he is Magneto’s biggest simp. But he told them that if they didn’t include him in the operation, he’d pull the Acolytes from helping us. He didn’t give them any choice. And now he’s dead. I don’t understand what I’m feeling. I’m angry, hurting,

Ukrainian-Soviet jazz pianist and composer Nikolai Kapustin wrote some wonderful music:

April 23, 2022 We had a small funeral for Joanna yesterday. Very small, and also very secret. It was just Bobby, Liam, Madeleine, William and me. Bobby and I didn’t feel bad about not inviting my real Aunt and Uncle, though. They were the ones who kicked Joanna out due to her carrying Ronnie’s baby. Their involvement with the Church of Humanity had precipitated all of this in the long run, so we didn’t think it was appropriate to contact them. We were worried that it would

Some Rameau to get over the midweek blues.

Some more Glière... I hope the war ends soon.

Thanks for reading, Parker.

Overwhelming anxiety I'm shaking, terrified and hurting But unable to tear away my gaze. When lies win the hearts of the masses And megalomania rules the day What is there left to do but Cry out injustice? But does my pain, my sympathy Do any good at all? Does it do any good for the fleeing The homeless The wounded The dead? There has to be something more I can do.

April 19, 2022 It’s been a tough couple of days, I’m not going to lie. Today was probably the hardest day of my life. Yesterday was focused mostly on my recovery from the concussion. Vange actually took me to the same hospital that Joanna was in the ICU, so that made things convenient for Bobby and Liam going forward, moving back and forth between visiting me and looking in on Joanna when they were allowed. Liam was really down and struggling. He was in tears pretty oft

Reinhold Gliere (1874-1956) was a Ukrainian composer, born in Kiev to a German father and a Polish mother. His life straddled the transition from the Russian Empire into the Soviet Union, and survived the two World Wars. He taught at the Moscow Conservatory from 1920-1941. His symphonic idiom, which combines broad Slavic epics with cantabile lyricism has rich, colourful harmony, well-balanced orchestral colours and the perfection of traditional forms. His abilities secured his acceptance by both the Tsarist and Soviet authorities, but also created resentment from many composers who suffered intensely under the Soviet regime. He is regarded as the last genuine representative of the pre-revolutionary national Russian school of music - he was a 'living classic'. Due to this, he was largely overlooked and shielded from accusations of bourgeois decadence and the infamous events of 1936 and 1948 that shook the music community largely passed him by.

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I was in the music store yesterday to purchase some scores at a discount for a couple of my students, and I decided to add a performer's edition of Muzio Clementi's Op. 36, a set of sonatinas that I often use in my teaching because of the incredible pedagogical value and wonderful exposure to the elements of classical style and good piano technique that it gives my students. I realized that, over the years, for whatever reason I'd never taught any of my students Op. 36 No. 4 in F major, and I couldn't remember what it sounded like. Well, when I started playing through it, I was immediately transported back to being twelve and playing this for my first piano teacher and her high expectations that set me on track to a successful career in music. It's not the best of the set, but still quite light and enjoyable - especially the tender second movement..

Thanks for reading! We don't know much of anything about Rogue's life, so I hope you won't completely discount her. I haven't decided entirely how he arc with John will go, but it won't be a loose thread by the end of this story.

She's protective of the things she cares about. With no experiences of grown up, good John to color her opinion, it's easy to see how she would react the way she did. Bobby was just as guilty, after all. We shall see where this goes.

No worries about falling behind. Thanks for coming back to this! I think you are definitely right about Magneto, but maybe John's opinion of him is coloured by the specific time he spent with Magneto during the Cure War and the types of self-aggrandizement Magneto spouts about his righteousness and purpose. Sometime when you are looking for a hero, it is easy to believe the best things about them. Maybe John has come around to see Magneto's flaws, but his view of how Magneto tries to live is coloured by the few years he was at his side. Also, just because Magneto has a moral code doesn't mean it isn't warped.

Thanks for reading, Wesley!