In the Great Hall outside my office, our exhibits department has placed our theremin. I love
this instrument -- I own one and have grand designs of mastering it -- but its eerie, pulsating sound as visitors try it out is threatening to make the edge of my sleep fraught with noise. (For a while, I was segueing into dreams with the tropical bird-tweets of our Robo-Dino gallery as a soundtrack. Not good.)
Until today. Someone just walked up to it and played a perfect major scale. Up and down. Doremifasolatido. Beautiful.
And with this, I go outside for the quenching of my sun-thirst.
Things are looking up!