Thursday, January 29, 2009
This little tv, a bit smaller than my computer monitor, which now sits in my den was a Christmas present that Cuppa was inspired to have the family gift me after finding me watching hockey games on a tiny computer window (perhaps filling ten percent of the screen) several times during autumn. Although it's not often on, I do use it for said purpose (watching games) sometimes, although I'm not sure that I ever manage to sit through a whole game. I have also used the tv several times as a late night alternative to reading or listening to something on my iPod.
I've found some interesting stuff. One night, I watched/heard a lecture on British history centering on the Elizabeth-Mary times. Several nights later, I was transported back in time to the building of China's Great Wall. Tuesday night (or Wednesday morning), I stumbled (metaphorically) on The Choir. A young choir director was endeavouring to start a choir to sing classical songs in a Norfolk school. The intent was to try to to take the choir to a competition in China.
The program chronicled his struggles to get a choir going in that unclassical milieu, to recruit enough male voices to balance the group out, and getting them to put in the necessary hard work to get the group up to snuff. That's where that episode ended and left me hanging. So, I have had to make a note in Google calendar to remind me to tune in next Tuesday night (Wednesday morning) at midnight.
Whoever thought that I'd find such an unusual program so doggone interesting?