I really shouldn't be surprised, but boy, do chocolate chips and heavy whipping cream taste good boiled together.

In the meantime, it occurred to me yesterday that a thousand years ago, Guido of Arezzo was alive. It also occurred to me that in 2033, it'll be the thousandth anniversary of his death. (Okay, the date after which we're sure he died.) I mentioned this to Sara, and she seemed unimpressed:

Sara: Where will you be?
Tim: At one of the celebrations, I imagine.
S: Like I said, where will you be?
T: Well, I'm sure I'll have to choose one of the many.
S: Uh huh.

Still unimpressed, I guess. But seriously, without Guido, The Sound of Music wouldn't have been possible. (One of my colleagues has suggested an alteration to the famous song to more directly draw on Guido: "Ut, the sound a French owl makes; re, a drop of golden sun;" etc.) He was the founder of modern Aural Skills, and that solfege system that everyone knows today is amazingly similar to his, considering it's had 1,000 years to develop. And seriously, staff notation? That was pretty brilliant, and revolutionary.

In 2033, I'll be holding a celebration no matter what anyone else thinks. There'll be read-throughs of "Ut queant laxis," giant hands on sale, and even maybe an imaginative reenactment of whatever it was he did that made the other monks so mad at him. So who's going to celebrate with me?