So I've signed up for The April Hour-A-Day Dare. Lisa Nichols, who I started reading during NaNoWriMo, and her friend Julie thought of it, and it sounded like a good idea. There's a blog for it, and several people have signed up. The principle is, basically, a pact to write for an hour every day during the month of April.
Though I do wonder how I'm going to work this. It's not like I usually have a spare hour during my day that I wonder what to do with. I might, on some days, get an hour in the morning before work, though often I bathe during that time. Tuesdays and Wednesdays, in particular, I can generally get my blog-reading done during the time between Simon's bedtime and "24"/"The West Wing" coming on, and that's about it. If I'm also writing a blog entry, then I have to start that during my Simon-free time(if any)prior to his bedtime, or do my blog-reading then.
Could I manage two half-hours? Maybe, but I think I probably work best with momentum, so it'd be best to get an hour straight. My wife is usually supportive of my attempts to actually do writing, so maybe we can work something out. Maybe I'll have to start skipping my daily Friends reruns. They'll be just getting into Season Two at the beginning of April, which I've seen before, but I wouldn't keep watching it if I didn't keep enjoying it.
And then there's the question of what constitutes writing. If I get out the copies of one of my stories as they were critiqued by the Cult of Pain and peruse their comments for an hour, does that count? I don't outline to speak of, so I wouldn't count that. I'd be tempted to count my blog entries, but I know that everyone else would cry foul at that. And then there's rewriting.
Anyway, if it works out I'm hoping to do more than just work on an entirely new novel, as I would with NaNoWriMo. I've got stories to revise, I've got other protonovels to work on, etc. That kind of freedom could lead to fifteen minutes of vacillating on what project to work on, of course. Maybe I need a little randomizer that I fire up every night to see what I work on. (No *, I'm half-serious there.)
I'm sure I'll be letting you know, unless of course my blogging falls by the wayside, in which case you may not hear from me until May.
Spring weather does seem to be proceeding apace; above freezing for most of the day, and snow is starting to melt again. More will probably still come down, and we may still get some -20 C weather sometime before summer, but it does feel springy.
Hopefully the weather will be fine for our drive up to Grande Prairie...and hopefully the roads won't be too wet, or we'll go through an entire container of washer fluid and then run out just outside Valleyview and have to drive at 10 km/h due to limited vision until we can pull over and replenish. Maybe we should make sure it's topped up before our trip.
And I'll cut it short here, because I wouldn't mind posting on the AHADD blog while I still have time, so counting down some more:
548. The Belle Stars: Sign of The Times
The Belle Stars is one of the lesser-known girl groups of the early 80's, and their self-titled album is really extremely good. This song does contain some harmonies(as one would expect), but also has some great bits with guitar and spoken vocals, and is extremely catchy.
547. Laurie Anderson: Looking For You/Walking & Falling
I think this is the "United States Live" version, since the "Big Science" version is just called "Walking & Falling". One of her more understated pieces, attempting to imbue profundity into something innocuous and mostly succeeding, with a subtle synth background.
I have a funhouse rearview mirror. --Steven Wright
At Southside Sound I went...well, a little overboard. There were so many CDs I wanted, and while I did find a copy of Greg Garing's "Alone" for only $5, the rest were more pricy, if not as much so as new CDs. I eventually settled on No Doubt's "Return of Saturn"(I like not to get more than one album behind if I can help it), Adam Cohen's self-titled album(son of Leonard Cohen), Sixpence None The Richer's self-titled(I seem to recall there was more to it than "Kiss Me"), and then a William S. Burroughs CD, "Spare Ass Annie And Other Tales", featuring the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy. All except the Burroughs from my wishlist, and I can't pass up a Burroughs these days. Oh, and a copy of "Joe Jackson's Jumping Jive" on vinyl. I've never even listened to that one, but I like the rest of Jackson's work, so why not.
I compensated for the Southside Sound indulgence by skipping Whyte Knight entirely, and going straight to Wee Book Inn. Now, it used to be that I couldn't come out of there without at last five or six books, more likely a dozen or more. Those days are gone. I have a few titles that I search for, and then I just skim over the racks. I picked up Robert Silverberg's Kingdoms of The Wall, though I was really looking for one of his more recent Majipoor books. I also got Charles Sheffield's My Brother's Keeper, completely forgetting that I already had it. I knew I'd passed up one of his in the bookstore, but couldn't remember which... Then David Feintuch's Midshipman's Hope, first in a series that I've heard good things about. A couple of books each by two of the authors Nicole had me look for, and a copy of Sue Grafton's 'A' Is For Alibi so I can start that series sometime and see what all the fuss is about. No rush.
Simon slept for more than three hours, the deficit finally catching up with him. In fact, we'd already turned on the Oscars runway show before he woke up. Not much to comment on that, except that I'm glad Jennifer Connelly won--not because I thought she did a great job in the movie, which I haven't seen, but because I like her. Even if she was obviously nervous and read her speech off paper. I'm also voting for "Moulin Rouge" stuff, because I like Baz Luhrmann. FOTR is the only nominee I've actually seen. Well, "Shrek" and "Memento" too, I guess.
I'm still working my way through Kiln People, but it's been suffering relative to other things available to read. I'll probably finish it tomorrow, and then what was I going to read? Valour's Choice, that was it.
We're going up to Grande Prairie for Easter, so I might get some reading done. Previous trips have gotten me through books like Normal Mailer's Tough Guys Don't Dance and Diana Gabaldon's Outlander. I won't be bringing The Onion Girl--I don't like to take library books out of town--but maybe C.J. Cherryh's Inheritor. I don't really know--most of the thick books on my shelf are from series, like another Diana Gabaldon, the next Otherland, the next George R.R. Martin, and I don't really want to read those. Well, I can polish off a few thinner books, too. We'll see.
So yeah, next weekend I doubt I'll be blogging. On my every-other-day schedule, it'll probably be Tuesday and Thursday this week, and then maybe Monday if we get back early enough. My mom's connection is still probably dialup, being out in the country as they are, and my dad is still not on the Net. One of these years, maybe.
Running out of steam again, so on to the countdown:
550. Danielle Dax: Big Hollow Man
I know next to nothing about this woman, but I picked up her "Dark Adapted Eye" album, which I understand is a compilation of some sort, at the library, and it blew me away. There are two other tracks higher up on the list, which stood out on early listens, but I'm still getting into some of the others. This is one that struck me on my last listen.
549. 'Til Tuesday: Sleep
For a long time this has struck me a perfect song to end a tape with, and I think I did that on not one but two of my mix tapes--not to mention that it ends the "Voices Carry" album itself. I actually used to listen to music after I went to bed, either on headphones(which could lead to tangles if I fell asleep with them on), or with a tape deck at the foot of my bed once I moved out. I haven't done that since I got married, though.
A child of five could understand this! Fetch me a child of five.
Oddly enough, the last two times I went to the "Blogger" page on Clix, so I can find my own standings, my site was in the "fifteen-minute special" at the top of the page. That's a site randomly selected from those on the page every time the Clix pages refresh themselves, I guess. There's 25 blogs on that page, so it's not that improbable, and even improbable things do happen. We just notice certain improbable things more than others, and attach more significance to them. I mean, how many times have you been thinking about a person, and five minutes later the person three pages after them in your address book phones you? Don't remember, do you?
Here come the countdown, though I'm tired and don't feel like dancing about architecture right now so the entries will be brief.
552. Suzanne Vega: Knight Moves
Another selection from Suzanne Vega's self-titled debut. I used to like this one because of the chorus, which I liked to try to sing without taking a breath until the end.
551. Simple Minds: East At Easter
From their "Sparkle In The Rain" album, though I might have first heard it live on "In The City of Light". Jim Kerr's voice is fairly rough in this one, but it's a powerful song. Not a clue what he's talking about, though.
Is the glass half full, half empty, or just twice as large as it needs to be?
Some people(like Sherry)have done this cool thing where the sidebar on their journal entries has "Reading", "Listening", "Quoting", "Planning", etc. elements to it, to fill in some information on surroundings and happenings. I thought about doing that, but by this point it would just look so much like a lame meme rip-off. And in spite of that, I still won't do it.*
Speaking of ripping off memes, here's one I found at Sherry's site that I traced back to...Slackergeek, and through about three or four more Livejournal sites before I gave up. Is it just me, or is that down about half the time? (I usually only go to check out Jaffo's LJ there.) It's...well, fours.
4 bad habits you have
Picking scabs...in public places.
Writing sloppily and messily.
4 scents you love
Gasoline. Yes, I know that's twisted. I try not to indulge myself too often.
4 things you'd never wear(with the proviso that I'd wear practically anything if I was in a play and the role required it)
Contact lenses. I just don't think I could deal with putting things in my eyes.
A toupee. Not that I'm bald, but if I was I wouldn't.
4 animals you like
4 TV shows you love
The West Wing.
4 celebrities you don't like
Bill Gates. Does he count?
4 drinks you regularly drink(aside from water)
Pink Grapefruit Juice.
Apple-Lime Juice. If I can ever find it again.
4 ice cream flavours you love
Lemon. I don't know if I've ever had it, but I bet I'd love it.
4 random facts about yourself
I eat the little lemons that restaurants give you with things like iced tea and dry spareribs.
The only seafood I eat is lobster.
I collect letter openers because I always thought they were cool sword substitutes as a kid.
I can solve a Rubik's Cube, but only because I got a book from the library a few years ago that showed me how.
4 random facts about your family
I have only one male first cousin, and he doesn't share my last name.
One of my uncles died of lung cancer a few years ago.
My brother has been living in Toronto for about eight years now.
My dad, my brother and I all have huge record collections.
Dick and Edna are out of town until Friday, at COMDEX in Vancouver. I will be going in to work early, so I get to leave early, and since I'll probably end up having to talk to some customers anyway. Janet is getting pretty good at it, so maybe not as much as I have had to in the past. Last time we were holding the fort she would come to me and ask me questions, mostly, rather than making me talk to customers myself. I appreciated that.
We don't really talk much, Janet and I. Once, when I was giving her a ride to a workshop we were hosting for some of our customers, we started talking about TV shows and things, but it's just not something we do at the office. Mostly just muttered "Good morning"s and "Have a good weekend"s and stuff. Her predecessor, Dave, and I would have long chats on days when we were alone in the office--which are much more frequent in summer. But he left for greener pastures after I'd only been there a few months. Sometimes I wonder if I should try to get in touch with him, but I don't.
A lot of the problem, I'm sure, is that I like to read at lunch. Sometimes it's the only reading time I give myself, that thirty minutes or so in the lunchroom. No matter how slow the book's going, how little it's holding my interest, I'll give it that half hour.
Not that that's been a problem with A Game of Thrones. I should finish it tonight, only about forty pages left. Mr. Martin has surprised me a few times--he's willing to kill off main characters, and he's not making anything easy for anyone. Even in the last hundred pages the direction of the book has gone much differently than I thought it would. I wonder how long I'll be able to hold myself back from reading the next one?
Not sure what I'll read next. It should be either an Aurora-eligible book--Canadian SF--or a library book. I could read The Onion Girl for both, but I'm still a bit annoyed at Charles de Lint. The other library book I have is Kiln People by David Brin; the best Aurora bet right now is probably Valor's Choice by Tanya Huff, which Nicole just bought the sequel to, The Better Part of Valor, yesterday, and spent most of yesterday afternoon and evening reading.
I'll see how long I have before the library books have to go back, and make my decision based on that, I guess.
Today I was listening to Tori Amos's "Little Earthquakes". I like that album a lot; when I first got it, I found it practically too intense to listen to both sides at once, but I guess I've become acclimatized since then. "Winter" and "Precious Things" are my favourite songs off it so far, and I've recently come to like "Girl", but the rest of it is also pretty good. I actually bought it sound unheard, from numerous recommendations on rec.music.gaffa, the Kate Bush newsgroup. I'm not as fond of "Under The Pink" or "Boys For Pele", but then I haven't listened to them as much; I like "From The Choirgirl Hotel" and "To Venus And Back", ditto.
Last week I was listening to Bob & Doug McKenzie's "Great White North" album, a classic of Canadian comedy. Factoid: Their movie "Strange Brew" was a hit in Edmonton and a dud everywhere else. One of the tracks on it, "Black Holes", includes a backwards segment that I've always wondered about. I never had any luck playing things backward on the record player, and I never had any access to equipment that would have made it any easier. But it occurred to me that if I can get it in .wav format, I can probably reverse it and solve the mystery at long last. Yeah, I'm not expecting anything profound--probably just "You hoser, the tape's going backwards!"--but it'll be nice to know. It's proving elusive, though. "Take Off" and "12 Days of Christmas" are fairly common, and even some of the other tracks, but I haven't managed to find a source that will let me download it. A wee bit frustrating, but I guess what I'm looking for is kind of obscure. Maybe I should see if the library has it on CD. (Hey, and while I was writing this, I got it! Now I just have to see if the Nero wav editor that came with my CD burner will do this.)
Still no naps for Simon; they may be officially obsolete. At least he managed to go to bed fairly willingly tonight. That, too, has become a battle, but one we were not going to concede, but we usually won with just a short upstairs visit after he'd been calling for us for a while.
Yesterday he decided that some of his stuffed animals had "X-Ray Vision", something he learned about from his book Ready, Set, Robot!. No idea what he thinks it does, but he quoted several lines from the books, revising the names to substitute in his stuffed animals'...which is more impressive to me than merely reciting the original lines.
A few days ago I noticed that our cat, Felicity, had some really matted hair just above her tail on her back. I combed it out--well, pulled a lot of it out with a comb--and she didn't enjoy it much. So I thought it was time to get an actual brush for her, and I did when we went shopping yesterday.
Well, that was all Simon wanted to do yesterday. We finally took the brush away from him at one point, and told him(over and over and over and over again)that the kitty didn't need to be brushed more than once a day. And he certainly remembered to do it today. Now, if he can brush the cat, and not have her run away, this will do wonders for their relationship. Currently it's more like he chases her and she runs. But if he can sit and brush her, and she enjoys it(she was purring on Sunday), then that's getting somewhere.
Nicole phoned me at work today, and while she was going to check something, she put Simon on...and we actually had a more or less coherent conversation. He told me that he'd skipped his nap, that he's brushed the cat, and that he was standing on the table. (The end table by the loveseat, right near the bookshelf with the phone on it.) He slept in until almost 8:00 this morning, and since by that time I'll be practically at work tomorrow, it's conceivable I might leave before he wakes up, which might worry him. So if he does, I told Nicole that he can talk to me on the phone.
Well, time to draw this to a close, so on the countdown goes:
556. Paul Simon: You Can Call Me Al
From his "Graceland" album, this is still a fun song, though I recall hearing that Simon himself didn't like the way the Chevy Chase video for it made people think it was a humorous song. I like the dozens of words going into every line of the song, and I still remember amazing my mother that I could sing along with it.
555. Pat McCurdy: Knock Things Over
This is a genuinely fun song, from Pat McCurdy of Milwaukee, from his live album "Pat In Person". He sounds like he would be an absolute hoot to see live, and apparently has a loyal following who think so as well. The song is about the joys of, well(trying not to lose my Blogsnob rating), ecstatic rhythmic motion. Also features an audience singalong.
Of course, it's only really usable for this kind of classical music searching; it probably doesn't have anything more recent in there than "Dancing Cheek To Cheek".* But it was ideal for my purposes.
So, it turned out that "*DUDUDUUUDDUDUDDUD" was very likely from Mozart's "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik", "*DUDDUUDUDDUUDUDUUUDD" was likely from Bach's "Brandenburg Concertos", and "*URRDDURDDRRDDURDDUUDDD" was likely from Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons--Spring". Wouldn't you know it? I'm pretty sure I have all those in my collection. The fourth one, which I transcribed as "*UDUDUUDDDDDUUD", didn't have a good match; I might a longer section.
It might be nice to have something like that for more than classical music, but you run into a bit of ambiguity. When you look for, say "Let It Be", do you look for the vocal melody line, the piano intro, or the chorus? Ideally a song would have to be filed under each of them. And what instrument carries the melody at any given time? What if there's harmonies? So it's not a perfect system, but it could give people a clue. Years ago I was trying to find this song that had an extremely identifiable saxophone solo in it, and finally found it on a compilation of danceclub cover versions of various songs. It was "Baker Street" by Gerry Rafferty. Now if I could have entered "*UDDDDDURUDDD" or whatever into some search engine, I would have been much happier.
Lyrics searches would also be nice, of course. The state of lyrics on the Web is a bit nebulous right now, as far as I can tell, since lyrics sites tend to shut down quite frequently, presumably because reprinting lyrics on your web site is a violation of copyright or something. But it would be nice to have a place to search them, or just find them for a song on an album that fills up its CD booklet or equivalent with nothing but stupid pictures some freak decided to put in there instead of lyrics or album credits. (Pet peeve, anyone?)
Oh, and last night I finally updated my Song Title Duplication List web page, for the first time since January. Let me know if there are any glaring problems with it, or new data to add.
Today we got our kitchen chairs, finally. Nicole phoned the furniture store and asked them if they were ready to pick up, and they said, "Yes." Apparently it would have been too much to expect them to actually inform us when they were ready. This is United Furniture Warehouse, after all, and they sell cheap because they get rid of frills like that. We were also supposed to get them all Stain-garded, which apparently they didn't do until we phoned them. One person said we should give them an hour's warning, another person said it took five minutes.
We had originally gone for three bargain chairs(with slight imperfections we could care less about)and three from a new set, but they gave us four from the new set instead because they come in boxes of four and that way they don't have to break them up. No extra charge, at least. Of course, the boxed ones we have to actually attach the padded seats to, and they were apparently still reeking of something, because we set one face down on the table while trying to attach it, and now there's a little bleached-looking patch on our table. Maybe that's what was supposed to happen in the extra 55 minutes. So they're all covered with towels right now, since those getting a little bleached or whatever is better than that happening to our pants. (We should take them off overnight in case they need to air out or dry or whatever.)
They are nice, and now we have six of them, plus our two chairs from the old set, plus a couple of real cheapo $20 chairs, plus a couple of rolling chairs, one old and one new, and my own computer chair which is a bit tacky but in decent shape. Nicole wants to keep all of them, in case we have her entire family over at once, which is not unlikely to happen once her parents move down here and Sharna comes back from Ontario, and then we have eight people, including Simon. But we can't really fit all of them in the kitchen at once, of course(even just the eight kitchen chairs, plus the cheapo one with Simon's booster seat strapped onto it and countless crumbs ground into its foam interior through the numerous rips in its ravaged vinyl surface). We're trying six right now, with two of the new ones and the two old ones downstairs. We're sitting in new ones, that's what counts.
We don't have a heck of a lot of storage space right now. There's a cubbyhole which is a bit inconvenient to get to, because of all the stuff I've jammed into the corner. There's a space the previous owners used as a storage alcove but we use as the home for the cat's litterbox, which precludes putting much else there. The library has bookshelves along the walls, old computers stacked in the corner(we could really get rid of them, but just today I was thinking that I should keep my old 486 around, since it can run both DOS and Linux, and DOS is becoming an endangered platform these days), a futon in the middle(our only real guest bed now that Simon's taken over the single), and now three kitchen chairs parked in it. My computer room is even worse.
We need a bigger house, but it'll be a few years yet, I don't doubt. We're not nearly ready to move yet. Oh my no.
Simon's winning the nap wars. His last one was on Tuesday, and at the rate we're going it'll be his last one ever. Especially since he can actually climb out of his bed now, even if he doesn't always remember that right away. I could probably do it, with my superior heart-hardening abilities, but Nicole caves in after a mere half an hour of Simon crying to get up.
So his permanent bedtime(for a while, anyway)may be moving to 8:00. That will mean more time in the evening for both of us, but less time in the day for Nicole, and less time for company or babysitters in the evening. It also means net less sleep for him, since he usually had more than an hour of naptime, so maybe sleeping in more in the morning.
Jeremy said his daughter Sage sleeps in until 10:00 and then stays up until about 11:00 at night. Unreal. That would be horrible for me, because the extra time from 7:00 to 10:00 would be practically useless, since I'd spend most of it at work. Nicole could get up earlier and do writing, but I'd be sunk. I like my evenings, and quite frankly it's nice to have that extra hour.
We did some more talking about baby names tonight, this time focusing on girls' names. We're very close on it, but not quite, and Nicole doesn't think we've quite hit it right. For instance, I like "Natasha" but she likes "Tasha". I like "Tor[iy]" but she likes "Victoria". And similar things. Mostly tonight we managed to add "Tegan" to the list. It's a bit more "out there" than we really wanted, but it won't be particularly hard to spell or pronounce(though some people might pronounce it to rhyme with "Reagan"), and it's Welsh(which should go with Humphrey fairly well). And Tegan was my favourite Dr. Who companion anyway.*
We've got scads of baby names books, as I might have mentioned, and some of them get a little bit weird. And go too far with including alternate spellings and foreign versions. It was interesting comparing some of their name origins--the one I was looking at seemed to take at face value anyone who claimed that a particular name actually had an African origin as opposed to European. "Candace", for instance, was only listed as having originated from a line of Ethiopian queens. Please.
But we're still not particularly close to a final decision. We do have at least three more months to decide, and the next ultrasound may let us narrow our choices slightly.
It's a big responsibility, having to name someone. Sometimes I think it would be a good idea to let people change their names when they come of age, or something. But then, I imagine almost everyone goes through a phase of hating their given name around that time, so maybe it's a bit too volatile. Maybe when you reach voting age or something, you will have settled down a bit.
It's nice being able to choose a nickname for yourself on the Internet, though, a "handle". I'm glad that I have one which is reasonably original; I rarely run into conflicts with anyone else using it. Not like some who goes by "Shade" or "Babydoll" or something like that. And if someone's using "Alfvaen", then I can usually use "Azpiazu" as well. Only on Yahoogroups have I had to try for a third option, and I suspect that I actually used one or both of the others, but just forgot my password. I wouldn't be at all surprised. Too lazy to change it now, though. I'll stay "Gerountella" on there. That's a name I made up entirely at random when I was about ten, rolling dice to pick letters or something. One of the few that was actually pronounceable. So I don't expect many others to use it. Well, now I've given it away, haven't I?*
I'm really getting into A Game of Thrones now. There's a lot of young characters, mostly children of the one family, the Starks, from eight to fourteen, as well as their parents, and a couple of others(one of whom is also fourteen). I keep having to check to make sure I'm not actually reading Orson Scott Card.* I wonder how much time is going to pass during these books, or if we're going to have a lot of really young people doing important world-shaking things. I'd prefer the passage of time, myself.
And there are not a lot of really authentically nice people--not even all the main characters. Some of them are at least honourable, and some are just slime. Hardly any actual "magic" yet; I'm not sure if there will be. There don't seem to be any mages around, but there were dragons, and there may be evil dark forces at work. We'll have to see, I guess.
There's this virus going around right now that's kind of funny--more so than the "Snow White" one, anyway. It's disguised as a Microsoft Security Update, you see.
Now I first received an infected email before I had updated my Norton AntiVirus to actually know about this virus, and it didn't even notice. But I was instantly suspicious. It was obvious that this would be a great way to infect someone with a virus, and I also know that Microsoft would never send out unsolicited emails with security updates to everyone on the Net. That would be a PR disaster. I saved the message, didn't run it, and kept meaning to check on the alleged web page or just on the Microsoft site. (They probably have a bit hoax warning on there right now, I bet.)
So I felt quite vindicated when I got the next email, after updating my virus lists, and it did turn out to be infected. Hah! Someone out there was not quite as quick on the uptake, I guess.
Speaking of Microsoft updates, though, a few weeks ago when I started up Internet Explorer it went to this "ieupdate.htm" page and informed me that there was a new version of IE available for download, IE6. I checked and I seem to have version 5.0. I'm cagey about actually downloading the new version in case it screws things up. Microsoft has been known to do that. I need to do some research and find out if it's a bad move or not. Right now, I'm not bothering, but eventually I may end up doing it.
Maybe I'll wait until 6.1.*
Time for another installment of that Top-750 song countdown:
558. Supertramp: Breakfast In America
The title track from their biggest album, one of the Roger Hodgson songs. It's got a bit of a jaunty bounce to it, and nice harmonies, as well as slightly weird lyrics.
557. Weird Al Yankovic: The Biggest Ball of Twine In Minnesota
I'm not sure if this song(from the "UHF" album)is meant to be a Harry Chapin homage or not, but it does remind me in places of his song about the trucker with the load of bananas(whose exact title I am too lazy to look up right now). I remember one night coming home from a late computer lab and listening to this song in my Walkman, and for some reason at that time it struck me as the most incredibly clever song every written. But I was tired and a little bit brain-dead at the time, so take that with a grain of salt. I still find it pretty funny, though.
Stupid == anvils made of bubblegum and text string. --billbill
I got my story "The New Paranoia Album" back from Interzone magazine yesterday. I guess this means I should send it out again. There were some actual handwritten(hand-scribbled, really--I had trouble making out a few words)notes from the editor, or somebody. At this point, though, I'm not going to do any more revisions on it--this story has gone through five or six since I wrote the first germ of it for talk.bizarre almost ten years ago. So I'll keep sending it out until it gets published, or I exhaust all the available markets, at which point I'll consider maybe rewriting it.
I'm pretty sure that "Oedipus Loop" is out there somewhere too, but I should check and see because I can't think right now where it would be. It's a bit short, so not all markets will even look at it, but I probably found something for it. Wherever it is, they've probably had it for a while.
On Tuesday Sale & Pelletier did a show here in Edmonton, which Nicole and I didn't go to, but watched most of on TV. It was pretty good--in exhibition shows they can have music with lyrics and props, so the routines can get more interesting. S&P did a few themselves, of course--the "Love Story" one from the Olympics again, and one to David Wilcox's "Rockin' The Boogie", which is a weird little song. The Russian pair who shared the gold(and who they ran into in warmups)were also there, so there's definitely no hard feelings there. There was another pair from a local rink, and then one of the weirdest acts I've seen on ice. I can't remember their names, if they were given, but I think they were called the "Russian Flyboys".
Two men, on skates, wearing hats, and doing the most bizarre quasi-acrobatic things, including an extended sequence where their hands were clasped together and they were trying to disentangle them by bringing their legs through them, etc. Hard to describe, but it was amazing. One of them stood on the other one's shoulders--wearing his skates, of course. That's not something I'd want to do, either way. Even if they're not incredibly sharp, metal skate blades on either side of my neck...or trying to balance on such a small surface.
I did get tickets to the Bruce Cockburn show on the 27th. Well, one ticket, since Nicole decided she didn't feel compelled to join me. Trish & Jeremy may be going, though. (Not the Jeremy who lives in Calgary, in case you're confused. Should I give them Roman numerals or something? Nicknames?)
Okay, I'm running out of steam here already, so I guess it's time for the countdown.
560. U2: Numb
U2's "Zooropa" album got a bit weird at times, but this track, with The Edge's monotone vocals often drowned out in the slow beat of the music, is very effective. It had a great video, too.
559. Godley & Creme: Ready For Ralph
Another track from "Ismism", mostly a silly and somewhat tongue-twistery tale of hotel room reservations, but with great horn accompaniment going on in the background.
Thanks to Erik for finally explaining how primaries work. It's by state. Okay, that makes a bit more sense. The National Convention is still not a major source of suspense, but the system seems a bit more rational now.
Those who've receive email from me probably notice that my signature usually includes "Song In My Head". I often do have a song in my head, and now always "stuck" in my head playing over and over. My audio memory is able to summon up a wide variety of songs and snatches of music, either on its own or with a little prompting. Oddly enough, whenever I am trying to come up with a "song in my head" for an email, and I don't have one, my mind always brings up "100 Watt Bulb" by the Infidels. I usually try to think of another song at random from there, but sometimes I just leave it in.
I used to listen to music near-constantly at home, and not at all at work; now it's switched around. I do listen to it at home, but not consistently. Maybe it's the fact that my CD player/tape deck is across the room and I have to get up and feed it. Or the fact that I often don't have an entire album-sized block of time to fill up, and I hate interrupting them in the middle. Or I just don't want to make that much noise. Or I'm playing a game that requires sound, and I don't want them to clash.
I used to not want sound at all in my computer games. One of my older computers, that I got from Jeremy, he'd rigged up a potentiometer as a makeshift volume control; I disconnected it entirely, so there was no sound at all. Only my most recent computer actually had a sound card in it at all.
But occasionally I do actually have a "Current Album" to fill in. At home, it's probably a library CD, or a comedy album I don't feel comfortable listening to at work.
Counting down some more...
562. Go Four 3: Waiting For A Train
Another great song from their self-titled first album, about, well, waiting for a train. That makes it sound lame, but hey, I really like the music better than the lyrics--the guitar and bass mesh really well on this song.
561. Cats: Mungojerrie & Rumpleteazer
This is from the original London version, not the later version that Andrew Lloyd Webber "fixed up" later. I can't stand that version. This one is nice and jazzy, moving at a fast 12/8, lots of horns, etc.
'It almost seemed as if it were a sort of thing,' she said.