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Big Thoughts of a Small Mind
Monday, 31 December 2012
Abraham Lincoln the Cricket-- About Me
Good mortereve, kind visitor. Since I am, to the best of my knowledge, the world's only blogging cricket, I decided a word of explanation at the top of my page might be in order. I'm dating this post far into the future so that it will remain on top. Scroll down to see my most recent blog entry.

Yes, I am a cricket. Six legs, two antennae, and an inconveniently small size for typing. Nonetheless, having discovered the joys of recording my thoughts via computer, I find I need a new outlet in which to express myself.

For security reasons, to protect myself from those who misunderstand my intentions and those who would show me in Fairs, my true Cricketish name and my home are secrets. However, some time ago I made my way to a place called Ditto Town. I quickly discovered that the residents have warm and caring hearts, and are themselves of a diversity to make them readily accept a sentient and musical cricket. I have established an abode for myself in a crack in the Ditto Town Square Fountain. When silence falls in the Town Square, I issue forth and serenade my neighbors with classical, popular, and original music.

Some of the Town residents have become my dear friends. They founded the Order of the Cricket, vowing to defend me and carefully guard my secrets.

Posted by abethecricket at 12:01 AM WST
Friday, 5 August 2005
The Two Things Screwtape Hated
Mood:  lyrical
Now Playing: 4'33" by John Cage
Ditto Town has been very quiet lately. Tara tells me a lot of folks have left on vacation, and many of the others are resting now and preparing for a busy school year. When I play in the echoing stillness of the Town Square, often there is no one there to hear my music but myself.

Unreflecting people may complain of loneliness and boredom, but there's something to be said for time spent alone. When your puny voice echoes against the hard distant reaches of stone, reverberating unsoftened by intervening flesh or voices, you know in your soul that the universe is a very big place indeed, and shiver-- a good kind of shiver. And now I will reveal my secret: when there really is no one there to hear, I don't always make music. Sometimes I simply listen to the silence, to hear the wisdom it may teach me. How rare it is to find a place that is truly and completely free of the noises of life! But in that place, where Silence becomes almost a physical presence pressing against your eardrums, you may learn instead to hear the noiseless voice of Infinity.

Still, it is not good for man (or cricket) to be alone. I think I can only enjoy so much solitude and profundity before I begin to long for friends and simple conversation. So I hope that more folk may flock to the Fountain soon.

Posted by abethecricket at 12:56 AM JST
Saturday, 30 July 2005
An Enchanted Evening
Good mortereve, gentle readers.

The life of a cricket, even an unusually endowed cricket such as myself, is not always comprised of momentous occasions. Whole days go by with no event more exciting than an occasional sudden leap to avoid the tramp of careless feet. Quite frankly, I do not always have something blog-worthy to say. Last night, however, was one of those rare shining jewels that live in the memory for all time. I could not resist the chance to share with you, my friends, that which is the highest joy of a musician's life: a perfect performance.

The occasion arose through the efforts of an exclusive organization to which I belong, The Society for the Advancement of Musical Animals. Membership is, obviously, small and select, and the Society keeps a low profile for the protection of its members, so you may never have heard of it. I assure you, however, that the Society Symphony (comprised of the most talented society members) habitually provides the highest quality of performance.

Imagine my amazement and honor, then, when several months ago I was invited to play with the symphony at last night's performance in the Society Hall. When I arrived for the first rehearsal, I was overwhelmed by the variety and talent I met: elephants beating the tympani, pandas playing bamboo flutes, parrots providing vocals, a herd of cows ringing their bells, bullfrogs making the sound of the deeper string instruments, and mockingbirds imitating the high reedy sound of woodwinds. And then I recognized the conductor, and my heart swelled almost too large for my small body.

It was Howard Shore. Of all the modern composers in the world, he is perhaps the one I admire most. My joy was made complete when I learned we would be performing the Lord of the Rings Symphony, which has only been heard in a few cities in the world to date.

I must say that Mr. Shore was a gracious and generous co-worker in our effort to create a thing of beauty. I could not have asked for a better experience for my introduction to the Symphony. But the culmination undoubtedly was the performance itself, when our friends and supporters crowded the hall to be transported with us to the magical land about which we sang.

I cannot adequately express what I felt without breaking once again into melody. There are simply no words. My blog will here draw to a close, as I depart to dream and live again a night I can never forget.

Posted by abethecricket at 4:23 AM JST
Saturday, 23 July 2005
First Big Thought
Good mortereve! This is my first blog entry so that I can see what it will look like.

For my first big thought, I will choose to quote a sentiment of my namesake, President Abraham Lincoln: "With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in..."

Posted by abethecricket at 5:02 AM JST

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