Congratulations! Marriage is awesome! Is she a musician too?russiantuba wrote:Update: I have been busy! Also got engaged a few weeks ago.
Haha, plus now she gets to run around saying that she's going to be married to a doctor!

Congratulations! Marriage is awesome! Is she a musician too?russiantuba wrote:Update: I have been busy! Also got engaged a few weeks ago.

I'll be taking my shot at it tomorrow. As an entire piece of music, I think that P&C is a beautiful work; as the graduation march I think I might vomit one of these yearsschlepporello wrote:I had the immeasurable pleasure to play Pomp & Circumstance for 30 stinkin' minutes tonight.

And it probably had as much value and recognition as an undergrad does today.bloke wrote: bloke "and I might dare to add that a run-of-the-mill high school diploma in 1961 required quite a bit more application of self that it does today"

I just had this discussion with my parents (close in age to you) and they share your view. My 'counter-view' (not an explanation, or even an excuse for such behavior) is that it is MY graduation, I worked damned hard for the final product, and I'm there to celebrate it, not mourn it.bloke wrote:I seems to me that with the degradation of decorum at commencement ceremonies (starting in the early 1970's, and deteriorating from there) that the whole thing of wearing caps, gowns, and regalia, and having someone of note deliver any sort of thoughtful address is all a mockery of itself.
(hollering, calling out, cheering, air horns, silly string, confetti, milling about, a constant undertone of jabber, etc., etc.)
I recall my brothers (not college, but) high school graduation in 1961.
ladies: hats and white gloves
men: suits and ties
decorum: absolutely solemn and respectful...not even people getting up to take pictures
I played for a doctoral hooding this evening. ' no air horns or confetti, but hollering, calling out, cheering, talking, a constant undertone of jabber, and milling about were constant.
yeah...I know...I'm an old fart, and I just don't get it.
bloke "and I might dare to add that a run-of-the-mill high school diploma in 1961 required quite a bit more application of self that it does today"

I wouldn't attempt to argue with you about that, but I believe the mere fact that you look at this in the manner you do, indicates that you just don't understand. Serious ceremony does not indicate "mourning." It pays homage to the seriousness of your accomplishment. It does so in a dignified manner. Do you really think that us old guys didn't celebrate? Well, we did. The ceremony served as a stamp of approval and congratulations for such a significant accomplishment. The ceremony was to celebrate. That is true. And, I suppose you would argue that celebrating needs to be rowdy. I believe there is more than one way to celebrate. In my view, the ceremony is not the place for rowdy. A dignified ceremony adds a dimension not possible in any other place.Biggs wrote: it is MY graduation, I worked damned hard for the final product, and I'm there to celebrate it, not mourn it.



I have this conversation with the seniors at my school every year: "This is NOT your graduation. It is OURS. You have worked and met OUR standards and we are bestowing upon you OUR diploma. So, no you can't walk across the stage with your dog. No, you can't blow bubbles on the stage." Our administration takes a similar position. Besides, Grandma in the audience doesn't want to see all that crap. We conquered most of the home video makers and photographers by making a pro-quality DVD for about $10 and pay a pro photog. to take photos the folks can buy off a website.bloke wrote:Mr. biggs, There's the wedding, followed by the reception. There's the funeral, followed by the repass. There's the inauguration, followed by the ball.Biggs wrote:I just had this discussion with my parents (close in age to you) and they share your view. My 'counter-view' (not an explanation, or even an excuse for such behavior) is that it is MY graduation, I worked damned hard for the final product, and I'm there to celebrate it, not mourn it.bloke wrote:I seems to me that with the degradation of decorum at commencement ceremonies (starting in the early 1970's, and deteriorating from there) that the whole thing of wearing caps, gowns, and regalia, and having someone of note deliver any sort of thoughtful address is all a mockery of itself.
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yeah...I know...I'm an old fart, and I just don't get it.
bloke "and I might dare to add that a run-of-the-mill high school diploma in 1961 required quite a bit more application of self that it does today"
Also, in my case, the school supplied the confetti.
...There's a time and a place...

All reasonable points. Given that I didn't wear a shirt to my high school graduation, I'll allow that the issues are probably on my end.The Big Ben wrote:I have this conversation with the seniors at my school every year: "This is NOT your graduation. It is OURS. You have worked and met OUR standards and we are bestowing upon you OUR diploma. So, no you can't walk across the stage with your dog. No, you can't blow bubbles on the stage." Our administration takes a similar position. Besides, Grandma in the audience doesn't want to see all that crap. We conquered most of the home video makers and photographers by making a pro-quality DVD for about $10 and pay a pro photog. to take photos the folks can buy off a website.bloke wrote:
Mr. biggs, There's the wedding, followed by the reception. There's the funeral, followed by the repass. There's the inauguration, followed by the ball.
...There's a time and a place...




An alto kazoo?KiltieTuba wrote:Finished my bass horn!
It sounds a lot like a mix between a french horn (when quiet) and a cimbasso/contrabass trombone (when loud).


About an hour after I finished, she called me and told me about the absolutely incredible dinner she had at the Marietta Diner with her church group. Today they visit the Coke museum, among other places.bloke wrote:good for you, Marty....I LIKE spicy spaghet'MartyNeilan wrote:Jalapeño spaghetti. One of those things you can make when your wife is out of town for the weekend.

Nice to know you were thinking about us!MartyNeilan wrote:Marty - typing this while sittin on the can (lots of Jalapeños in the spaghetti)




