“If film music is the invisible art form, then Ennio Morricone is one of its least visible giants. To be sure, no one familiar with his work is in the slightest doubt of his immense stature. But Morricone, like most film composers, is not nearly so well known in America as is his music…”
Archives for April 16, 2007
TT: You’re probably wondering…
…why Our Girl and I vanished from cyberspace last week, and why “About Last Night” looks so different today. The reason is that our old publishing platform has gone kaplooie. In recent weeks, ArtsJournal.com, our host, has been switching over to a new platform called Movable Type. OGIC and I were planning to make the transition in nice, easy installments, but instead we’ve had to jump ship early, and we’re still finding our way around the control room of our new vessel.
The bad news is that this unexpected transition is taking place at a moment when I’m up to my ears in work. I’ve learned the basics of the new operating system, but OGIC doesn’t know them yet, and it’ll be a couple of days before I have time to fill her in. I didn’t have time to code and post last week’s drama-column teaser, either, so it won’t be going up until some time tomorrow. I’m still tweaking the design of our new page, which doesn’t look as nice as we’d hoped, though most of our archives have already been transferred to Movable Type, while the rest should be available later this week.
The good news is that normal posting, or something like it, will resume on Tuesday. Don’t be surprised if things go wrong along the way, but Doug McLennan, the tutelary spirit and presiding genius of ArtsJournal.com, assures me that Movable Type is infinitely better than our old system. Once OGIC and I get the hang of it, all will be well, and all manner of things shall be well. In the meantime, please be patient–we’ll get everything fixed sooner or later!
In case you’re wondering, the URL of “About Last Night” remains the same, and all our old links remain fully operational. You don’t have to do anything different to keep on visiting us every day, just like always.
See you tomorrow.
TT: Almanac
“Every change in the place where you grew up is an insult, a run in the homespun fabric of recollection.”
Terry Teachout, City Limits: Memories of a Small-Town Boy