Friday Miscellany

I finished testing a system change at 4:30 today and didn't really want to start something else, especially as it would take longer than the half hour I had left in my day. I've been wanting to do a music post of some sort, but I can't do the kind I want because blogger doesn't offer any space to store music files. Anyway, I've got a drawer full of CDs at work and a handful stacked on my computer. They've accumulated over time as I take in one I particularly want to listen to that day. So, I thought I'd build a list of what music I have at work and I could post it here.

I was going to post it here. I have 90 CDs at work. I didn't realize it was that many. So - I'm not going to type all of that here, but I thought I'd list some of them - a cross section of what I have.

The Corrs, Forgiven Not Forgotten.
Bela Fleck & The Flecktones, Left of Cool
K.D. Lang, Ingenue
Major Glen Miller and the Army Air Force Band, 1943-1944
The Cure, Mixed Up
Blink 182, Take Off Your Pants And Jacket
Pink Floyd, Animals
Bonnie Raitt, Nick of Time
Paul Simon, The Rhythm Of The Saints
Tracy Chapman, New Beginning
Everclear, Songs From An American Movie Vol. One, Learning How To Smile
REO Speedwagon, The Hits
Barry White, All-Time Greatest Hits
Liz Story, My Foolish Heart
Eric Clapton, Unplugged
Jeff Lynne, Armchair Theatre
Depeche Mode, Violator
The B52's, Time Capsule
Ravi Shankar, Bridges
Coldplay, A Rush Of Blood To The Head
Aaron Copeland, Copeland the Populist (Rodeo, Billy The Kid, The Appalachian Spring)
Dave Grusin, Homage To Duke
The Mills Brothers, mix cd
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Deja Vu
Chet Atkins, The Essential Chet Atkins
Duran Duran, The Wedding Album
Chick Corea, Solo Improvisations From Japan
Scott Joplin, Collection
Henry Mancini, Silver Streak
Barenaked Ladies, Stunt


I guess 30 is enough for going on with here. A third of the collection. See anything you like? Not much new (I could have listed Corinne Bailey Rae - I guess I just did, K.T. Tunstall too - both given me by my daughter, probably in a futile attempt to update my musical tastes.) Kinda mixed, but I wanted to try show a cross section. Maybe you can tell me if one stirs a particular memory?

I hope you all have a good weekend.

.....finish last?

damn. I can't believe it's been two weeks. I am all scattered these days.

I am so scattered, in fact, it has taken me a week to acknowledge that Liv was sweet enough to give me this:




she is, of course, utterly delusional - but as she's been under a wee bit of stress lately, what with the moving and being near-death with the crud and all, I'll not burst her bubble.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I've always been the nice guy. I.e. not the one the girls fight over, but the one they complain to when he didn't pick them. So I suffer silently and hold their hand and tell them what a jerk he is not to recognize what a great catch she is and that he's not worth it anyway.

ANYWAY.

I have just spent a gajillion dollars on plane/car reservations for our trip to Kansas City. We are spending Christmas with Laura's family this year. It'll be the first trip since Laura's mom passed away and it'll be.....weird. I offered Laura a chance to go over labor day weekend and she wasn't ready for that first trip back yet. But by December I think enough time will have passed,Laura will have had time to prepare and having her family around will help. Maybe it'll be a white Christmas!


P.S. What exactly is in that picture? It looks like a woman's bare back w/brastrap and a ?knee? in the foreground, or maybe she's got scoliosis and has an extremely narrow posterior?

watching the tide

I figured I'd better write something here before the lock seizes up from rust and I cannot get in anymore.

It seems I have an inexhaustible supply of exhaustion lately, coupled with a complete lack of anything interesting going on. net effect, nothing blog-worthy for blog about. I guess I could say that Pat Benetar still has decent chops and was enjoyable despite, or maybe because of, the rainstorm. and that my wallet is now pink on one side, with the cordovan dye washed out of it (and into my pocket lining instead). and that when people started leaving my semi-drunk friend started calling them names, yelling that a little rain never hurt anyone (we'd both had about a six-pack by that time). and that we changed clothes behind the car, in the dark, hoping that no-one would enter or leave the parking lot, so of course while I was changing my idiot friend opened his door, turning on all of the interior lights just as someone was walking through the parking lot (poor guy, saw more than he was expecting....).

but that is boring stuff to anyone but him and me - just another war story to bore other people with next year.

I guess waiting for inspiration to strike, for something I think is interesting to anyone other than me, is turning into this miasma of nothingness that is my blog. I miss the interaction with y'all, writing the occasional comment on your (collective) blogs just ain't getting it. There's a few people I am worried about, De being sort-of overwhelmed with moving, Liv closing on her first house and moving, J seems to have found a mass in her breast, Egan having his world turned upside down and is anticipating separation anxiety (his), Scott's sister having cancer and his just having lost his dearest canine friend, Chani needing to find a community of like-minded thai-ists, etc. I don't say much lately, 'cause whatever I try to say comes out trite in the face of whatever is going on.

don't get me wrong, there's good too - amusing kicked some grad-school butt and is now available to be snapped up by some forward thinking company, grannyvibe has kicked cancer's ass, her 6 month MRIs are clear, meno is her usual, imperturbable self (except when being mistaken for someone ready for an AARP membership), Mir is slowly learning how to be a southern belle, Jen is finding unexpected joy in a 3 year-old package, etc.

And here I am, sitting on the bay watching the world cruise by on it's way to wherever it's going.

I'll be here when it gets back.