Sunday, November 28, 2010

Yo baby yo.

Here, let me celebrate my unintentional break from NaBloPoMo with another Etsy roundup, this time for the adorable munchkins in your life.


Shanghai Baby yoga pants by Mokupepe


Boo Winter Coat by belleandboo


Wool slippers from upcycled sweaters by woolybaby


Charlie Bird print by matteart


Organic hand-dyed and screenprinted BMX bike shirt by WrenWillow


Memory matching game by LemonTreeStudio


I Want to Rock With You print by yumalum


Terracotta and blue beanie and booties set by carameldiezel


Dixie the Triggle by morninglori


Retro Coveralls by redpajamas

I seem to be getting another cold, to my great, great irritation. I'm going to take some vitamins and try to ward it off. Wish me luck.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

The Willanator.

Because Willa is turning 3 tomorrow, we will not only have gingerbread pumpkin trifle at Thanksgiving, but also Barbie cake, and sparkly red shoes. A birthday party is an extra thing to be thankful for.

I'm having a hard time believing this, but apparently I never posted this picture of Willa from pre-Halloween shenanigans. The costume plan was princess, but late in the game she said Spiderman and they already had a costume from one of the boys. So she put that on and then said "I want my hair," meaning the princess wig/tiara. And Spiderman Princess was born, and she apparently got a LOT of attention during the parade of costumes.



Unfortunately, I wasn't there to see it, nor do I have other documentation of the event, but that's how it went down. For trick-or-treating, she went back to princess. She knows how to party.

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We shall celebrate her tomorrow!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Another installment from your internet DJ.

The context of the total musical rabbit hole I jumped down today is this: Chanticleer made a music video. It's a cover arrangement of a song I'd never heard of, "Cells Planets," by the band Little Grey Girlfriend, which I'd also never heard of. Chanticleer, FYI, is the renowned men's chamber choir that my good friend (who I think is going by Disparate Houseboy in the comments, what up DH) toured the world with for years. We used to see a lot of the Chanticleer doods.

Here's the video. The big hat tip goes to BCSM.



So that's good, right? It's beautiful. I like what they did story-wise, and it makes good sense for a bunch of people who are constantly touring. But then I was all like, what is this song and where did it come from? Which led me to Little Grey Girlfriend. And then to Emusic, where I downloaded the album that "Cells Planets" is on.

I really want you to listen to the original track, so just do me a favor and click the link and start playing the song while you read this, unless you're in one of those "I don't have time for music and video" modes. I completely understand. Just come back later.

Or you could watch this, one of their two music videos, this one for the song "Fulfill."



This is an interesting band. For obvious reasons, I am always in favor of melodies that have more than three notes and singers who have a wide and beautiful range. The singer, Erika Lloyd, has a music degree from the opera factory (Indiana), which seems to be a key point in her biography (let's be honest: it would be in mine, too, if I ever did non-classical musical endeavors). I doubt she gets much work/attention as a classical singer, but that's kind of beside the point. The point is that she's great in this band and I really like her songwriting. And her voice reminds me of someone specific that I haven't been able to pinpoint exactly, yet, so I'm posting for you a bunch of other people that either sound like her or kind of exemplify that which I dig in (non-classical) singing by ladies.

The first one, and one Erika Lloyd really reminds me of, is Laura Nyro. I could swear I blogged about Laura Nyro before, but maybe I just posted songs on facebook and imagined the bloggin. I believe I had this master plan to unveil the fact that I started listening to her because of the De La Soul song "Trying People," which I really loved. The song sampled a Laura Nyro joint called "Blackpatch" as performed by the 5th Dimension. I'm skipping the video because this post is already ridiculous enough, and because I couldn't find all the, ahem, De La Soul documentation I needed on the youtube for you. That was another whole rabbit hole, seeking out the source of the sample lo these many years ago, but I am so glad I did it because Laura Nyro kicks ass. This is "Gibsom Street."



I discovered and became enamored of the band Fleming & John basically right after they stopped operating as a band. They've been doing other stuff, just not putting out their own records. Fleming is the singer. This is "I'm So Small." It's allll about the chorus. This whole record, The Way We Are, is full of great hooks and great writing. I can't believe it's not on my ipod already.



So Adele. I cannot get enough of this voice. There's a clip of her singing on Jools Holland more recently that's been circulating the innertubes lately, and even though I know I'm hearing vocal damage on "Someone Like You" (sorry, occupational hazard), I dieeee when I listen to her. This one, "Daydreamer," is older, from her first record and probably before touring etc took its toll on her voice. What I love about it is the amount of control and stylistic finesse she has, especially for someone so young. Listen to the whole thing, but the money starts at about 1:00.



Okay, I struggled with which Kate Bush song to post because I love so many of them, but I think this one, "Rocket's Tail," is my favorite. I listened to this tape, yes cassette TAPE, constantly in high school. I remember rainy days with all of my beads and findings spread out on the dining room table, listening to The Sensual World and making jewelry for hours. How did I not turn out to be more of a patchouli-scented gypsy dancer? I ask you. Anyway, I love that her backup singers, here and on the rest of the album, are a Bulgarian trio.

Aside: aren't fan slide shows posted with songs on youtube hilarious and awesome?



Aw hell, here's bonus Kate Bush: the video for "Army Dreamers."



Basically if you like piano rock, and you wish Regina Spektor would come out with another record but maybe use lots more backing vocals and be a little weirder as in days of old, Little Grey Girlfriend will totally tide you over.

Monday, November 22, 2010

For the freak-folk fairy in you.


Felted merino wool slippers by ing00te.


Handmade kitchen brooms by BROOMCHICK.


Moss Rules photograph by my girl jagosaurus.


Extra wide leg pants in olive, by NewExtrave.


Handcrafted leather shoes by fairysteps.


Natural rough turquoise stud earrings by ovgilliesdesigns.


Winter Lace Study, an original watercolor by Niceharpy.

Anybody got a good parsnip recipe? I'll probably just roast them for Thanksgiving, but I'm open to suggestions.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Muffins.

I just made these vegan pumpkin muffins. They are rather delicious. Here's the recipe with the alterations I made:

1 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 cup whole wheat flour
2/3 cup sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground or freshly grated nutmeg
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1/8 teaspoon ground cloves
1 1/2 cups pureed pumpkin (Fresh or from a can; do not use pumpkin pie mix)
1/2 cup soy milk
1/4 cup vegetable oil
2 tablespoons molasses
1/2 cup pecans

Sift dry ingredients; mix the rest separately; combine; add nuts; dump into muffin tin; bake at 400 for about 20-25 minutes.

I think these could stand to go more whole wheat, and probably even less sugar. I'll probably be eating them for the rest of the day. There's some crazy ice on the road, so I'm definitely not going anywhere.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

I should get out more.

I just got back from one of those trips to Target where you wander around aimlessly and leave with a bag of what the hell. My bag includes the 30 Day Shred DVD, a bag of pecans, some humidifier filters, some stickers, and a pair of sparkly red maryjanes that are a backup birthday gift for Willa, and probably some other stuff. I was also looking for baby gifties for a friend, and once again I have to ask parents and caregivers how you can stand to shop for kids clothes. The genderpolicing is outrageous. All I want are some adorable baby clothes for babies, in some colors other than pink and blue, with some damn stars or rock and roll motifs on them, and I want them widely available instead of in specialty shops for bourgeois assholes. Don't get me wrong, if you want to dress your tiny boy in sports team gear, have at it! But that shouldn't be the only thing that's available. End rant. AGAIN.

Anyway, now I'm at home and I've made myself some hot chocolate and killed off a carton of soy milk in the process. It got me thinking: I have a specific way of collapsing milk/beverage cartons that I learned at Girl Scout camp. It might not be THE most useful thing I learned as a Girl Scout, but I certainly deploy the technique on a regular basis and I can't think of a single other concrete skill in current rotation that I picked up at GS. It's not like I'm making hobo dinners in the backyard (potato, onion, carrots, hamburger patty wrapped in tinfoil and chucked in the firepit).

I've been working my way through a big bag of WIPs (that's "works in progress" for those of you who get things done in a timely fashion) lately and ticked another one off the list today, to my GREAT DELIGHT. It involved installing a zipper, which I have never done before, and which I did very very inexpertly today, but you know, now I can wear the skirt and my butt doesn't show through. I think it was actually someone else's WIP when I got it. There were some tiny snaps sewed on to the skirt opening (to keep the butt covered, you see) and some raggedy hook and eyes that I salvaged for the waistband. I started this project three years (and like 10 pounds) ago, by the way. Hacked a maxi into knee-length, because it was a total hobble skirt and there are only so many occasions where a brushed-cord, velvety green maxi is an appropriate fashion choice. Hemmed it. Bought the zipper. And it sat and sat. Anyway, I dig it now. I'll show you pictures.

Also, Veronica Mars fans: have you ever noticed how many Big Lebowski references (or flat out homages) there are in season 3? I guess it's been a long time since I've watched it. You know, a long time ago. When we used to be friends. But I haven't thought of you lately at all.



ETA: Also! BSG references in VMars! Excellent.

Boot update.

Fit hacks accomplished!

November 19, 2010.

It's very annoying to me when lace-up boots are not adjustable--the tongue is sewn down, the laces are completely decorative, etc. I mean what's the point of laces if not to customize the fit of the boot? The tongue on these boots is tacked down in four places, discreetly stitched to the front of the boot and quite easily detached with a seam ripper. The circumference of the boot is probably big enough to accommodate your standard "athletic" calf as-is, but with the tacking removed, would go up to 19 inches or more (I can give more exact measurements if anyone is interested). I replaced the laces with plain brown waxed cotton cording, about $1.50 worth at Joann Fabrics. I think it's intended for jewelry. No actual shoelaces would have been long enough.

Apart from all that biz, these are comfortable. I've been looking for shoes with thin, flexible soles lately (on the barefoot tip, yo), and these fit the bill. The thin sole will obviously make them totally crap for winter wear, but I have my eyes on every pair of Steger Mukluks that shows up on ebay, so I'll hopefully be trading the green boots for warmer ones when the snow flies (more than it already has). In the meantime, I might make some wool felt insoles.

That's my boot story. The rest of the outfit is a mishmash of thrift and thrift's opposite (Prairie Underground hoodie).

Happy weekending, y'all.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Craftacular.

I learn so many amazing things from the internet.

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Do you know about the book Rosey Grier's Needlepoint for Men? I do now. Evidently it's a cult craft book and I can totally see why.

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He published it in 1973, after his pro football playing days were over. He seems to have had a colorful and varied professional life even apart from the hardcore crafting, but the crafting is what I'm most interested in.

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Someday I will find this book. Someday.

(check out the entire amazing photoset from Extreme Craft.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

More interweb DJing.

Hopefully this isn't my entire day's blog oeuvre, but you will like Adele's new single, "Rolling in the Deep," which sort of sounds like KT Tunstall and Gloria Gaynor got together and went bowling and cried in their beer. It's good.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Not much just shillin'.

I've been looking on and off for some flat lace-up boots that would accommodate my awesome leg chubb and as I was relaxing in front of season 7 Buffy* last night, I accidentally found some for cheap on Endless.


They're 9 West Casilda in olive-y green. I somehow got a promo coupon to work, so they were only $55. And they were eligible for free overnight shipping! I love the internet. Anyway, even though I ordered them late yesterday, they were delivered just now! And I think they're going to work. All I have to do is rip out the tacking on the tongue, and find longer laces, and then voila, boots that fit. They're also nice and tall. I'll check back in with a more extended review once the fit hacks have been accomplished.

*I'm realizing why I've never re-watched season 7. It's because it's tedious. I recommend seeing it through if you've not watched the whole show, and actually I liked a lot of the grown-uppy darkness explored in season 6, but overall I'm probably with the people who think the show should've ended the first time it ended (season 5). Just saying.

Monday, November 15, 2010

The first time I heard this song, the aggressively 80s-ness and all of the beeps and boops bugged the crap out of me. However, I keep hearing it on the radio and I find that it's getting to me. The singing at 1:20 is ace. And the song itself is like if "Love is a Stranger" and Erasure mated. Actually it's pretty much just like "Love is a Stranger." That right there should tell you whether you want to click play.



I refuse to google to find out whether anyone has mashed up LCD Soundsystem and the Eurythmics, but I do feel compelled to point out that this is a much more awesome song than the previous. Plus check out Annie Lennox's crazy-eye.



Also, I've been loving the John Legend/Roots joint.



I was listening to this recently and the Brit suddenly said "if I could have one drummer in the world, it would be him [?uestlove]. It's so tasty." Last week I was thinking about this statement when I got into the car to do something or other, and when I got back into the car and turned on the radio, dude was being featured on American Routes, which was a pretty cool radio synchronicity experience. I can't seem to get a link to the actual show, so just look for the one on Philly that aired last week.

Also, new Belle and Sebastian. Evidently Carey Mulligan is singing (sweetly) on this track.



Also also, this song tears me up every time I hear it. Seriously. There's a verse about his ex-MIL that gets me if I haven't already been got. Plus, sometimes I see him walking around my neighborhood, which is fun.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Do you read Kate Atkinson books? You should. I spent much of today reading When Will There Be Good News?, one of her "mystery" books, in its entirety. I say "mystery" with quotes because the ones (of hers) that I've read aren't your standard page-turning whodunits--more just novels that happen to have crime and intrigue and coincidence at their center. I also really liked Behind the Scenes at the Museum, which is not a mystery at all, but a fractured family history kind of book. I will say that Atkinson seems to have a thing for lost girls, as does Jackson Brodie, the detective who skips in and out of the mystery books. But the books manage not to feel same-y. They are also full of aggressively British cultural references that I feel all inside-scoop about knowing, as well as great descriptive language, e.g., a hippie-ish therapist "who looked as if she'd knitted herself," or "she liked the way he walked, like a bear wearing a nappy."

I had a crap night of sleep, the one I always have after I've worked hard on something important and before I need to get up at a specific time in the morning (7:15 for two church services). I can never relax enough on these occasions to get deep and dreamless, plus the cat was wedged between my knees and I couldn't get comfortable (but heaven forbid I disturb him). I was rewarded for my crap night of sleep with a massive spasm in my left trapezius, which spasm unfolded in slow motion as I was standing in the shower. The muscle currently feels like it is made out of coiled springs and knotted rope (and pain). My trapezius is actually pulling on my clavicle. It is a grody feeling that I will probably be stuck with for days.


My boss is going to be on vacation this week. Doesn't that seem like a great excuse to sit and do craft projects in my cubicle? If only I didn't have work to do.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

I spent my day polishing a job application that I should have finished days ago and then drove it to the airport for expeditious mailing, only to discover that the post office can't guarantee it will get there by the deadline. OOPSIE DAISY. It's a really good application, too, even though my recording is maybe a little bit jive, since I had exactly one recent DVD performance to choose from and it's the one where I'm wearing a Little Mermaid wig. Anyway, now that I've got the video clips together, I may at some point put them on the internets, thereby proving to all of the people in the computer that I do have a professional life in music.

We have big sloppy snow on the ground. So much for the wacky 65 degree days of November.

Have you watched Bob Roberts lately? I told the Brit that when I first saw it many years ago, it seemed to me like hilarious skewering. Watching it in the current political climate is actually kind of chilling. The movie is depressing in its prescience. The disingenuousness and anti-intellectualism of the right, the ridiculous notion that a candidate worth 40 million could be considered a rebel...it is a cornucopia of very current problems, the most pressing of which is the unholy control that corporations have over government. But I have to go try to get some sleep now, so I won't get into all of that. At least we have the internet now. It's a lot easier for an average person to do some fact-checking, should she wish to do so.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Sign o the times: I am making my way through the final season of Buffy and just viewed this hilarious bit of dialogue:

Willow: Have you googled her yet?
Xander: Willow, she's only 17!
Willow: It's a search engine.

How far we've all come since then.
I probably should have committed to posting every day but Thursdays. I can't get it together on Thursdays, apparently. It's usually a long day: work all day, then my choir job, and sometimes I teach a lesson in between. But last week I was just languishing sick, so I'm not actually sure what my excuse is. It's a gray, gray day, which is fine for tea and napping but really awful for editing and submitting meeting minutes from the meeting I barely understood. So many acronyms, so many software names, so many things I don't know and don't much care to know. My favorite (actually descriptive and totally appropriate) thing that kept coming up and that I had to google later was COMMON PAYMASTER. Doesn't it sound like a Puritan name, or maybe a fantasy game character? Bow to Common Paymaster. Common Paymaster is preaching on Sunday! Common Paymaster wants to give you 20 gold pieces.

I gleaned as much pep as possible (not that much pep, as it turns out) from a quick midafternoon stride around the park, and I wandered around the union looking for a snack that didn't involve a massive carboload or a bunch of packaging. That turned out to be a fool's errand, but it certainly set me up to be extra jacked when I remembered that I had a bunch of spinach in the office fridge. WOOO SPINACH, the most virtuous of all the snacks! I bet you Common Paymaster gets excited about eating spinach.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

We just started watching Parks and Recreation. Thanks, Netflix Instant Watch! Previously, we were enjoying nightly escape to Cornwall via Doc Martin, the British show about a crabby hemophobic village GP, but we finished all of those. And I finally made it through the Firefly pilot but I suspect the Brit will not join me for the rest of the space Western. If I go into space I usually have to do it by myself, which is fine.

Today was another day of unbelievable weather, so warm that it's shocking when 5 PM rolls around and it's already dark. At lunchtime, I hit the river trails and found myself thinking about trying to do some big (bloggable) project like walking all of the dedicated bike/walk trails in town, which I think I would actually really like to do. This is just a terrible time of the year to start that kind of a project, unless I just pick one every weekend and do it like that. I mean it's possible to go do them after work, thereby knocking out more mileage weekly, but what's the point of clocking some new hiking trail in the dark?




I gotta quit leaving this blogging thing til the end of the day.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Recently spotted while I was out walking.

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Granted, this was awhile ago. Before the trees lost their leaves, obviously.


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Yes, that is a Lake Creature.

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Now, the trees are barer, but it's still pretty.
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It is also more hilarious.
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I have seen the "Lord Jesus Saves" graffiti on many surfaces around the lake, but never with this tag appended to it. Let me zoom in on that for you.

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I think the "for later" is my favorite part.

Monday, November 08, 2010

Also.

A couple weeks ago we were out for brunch and I mentioned to the Brit's former bandmate that I wanted a djembe or something to beat on. And he was like "I have a nice conga just sitting in my parents' garage. You want to use it for awhile?" And then last night voila, conga.

The Brit asked me what I was going to do with it, whether I was going to have a drum circle of one and get naked and light some incense, and I said "hahaha, I'm going to play it." I'm going to chill in the basement when no one else is home and get a feel for the drum. And then someday I may learn to play it properly, but right now I'm just going to play.

Sunday, November 07, 2010

La la la.

Tonight I got to sing in a mock rehearsal for a friend's job audition DVD. I know that sounds sort of complicated and nonsensical, but basically he needed footage of himself conducting and so 5 of us convened in a chapel with excellent acoustics and and sang chamber music for 3 hours. I miss this--I used to sing in a quartet as part of my grad school assistantship, so for a few years I had weekly rehearsals and frequent performances with people/singers I really love. You don't become a musician to go sit in a room and practice alone, after all.

One of the things we busted through was this:



Except we were one to a part and had never sung it together before. We still rocked it.

It was a deeply peaceful way to spend my evening.

Saturday, November 06, 2010

I'm no superman.

I don't know about you, but I used to narrate my own experiences constantly--not quite like J.D. on Scrubs, but more like I was framing things to share later, to imbue them with literary significance. It's a common affliction, I suppose, one that blogging was born to nourish, but in me this tendency actually pre-dates blogging; I've kept a journal in one form or another since about 1985, and sometimes it felt like my life events (however mundane) weren't processed until I'd written them down. In my early 20s, I was in a long distance relationship for years, and for awhile emails to the boyfriend took the place of writing for myself. When we broke up, the most acute feeling was that nothing I was experiencing was quite complete--I'd been so accustomed to wrapping up my day by writing everything down for him, and suddenly that capstone was gone.

I said "used to" up there in the first sentence, as though I don't do that framing stuff anymore, but that's not quite true. It's just dropped off a lot, which is okay with me because presumably it means I'm doing a better job of actually having experiences while I'm having them, instead of getting premature nostalgia before they're over.

Last week, before I got sick, I went out for a walk and as I approached the lake, I could see a huge raptor in the distance, perched up in the dead tree along the shore. I've theorized that the tree hasn't yet been cut down precisely because it's an ideal raptor perch, and over the summer we often saw giant charcoal-colored mystery birds up in the tree, usually being gawped at by other walkers.

A few steps closer, and I made out that it was a bald eagle, and that there was another one nearby, and then they both took off, flying low, right towards me. I ran into the field that separates the lake drive from the neighborhood, hippity-hopping over loads of goose poo so that I could get a better look. I stopped right in the middle of the field just as the eagles must have caught a sweet draft, because they spiraled right over me long enough that I had to start supporting my upturned head with my hands. Then they biffed off into the neighborhood to make someone else's day.

In the old days I would've written a blog post in my head while I did the rest of my walk, but check me out, it's taken like 4 days for this to come back to me. I'll still file it under midwestern magical realism and you can draw your own conclusions about what the mid-afternoon joyous aerial hijinks of eagles overhead might mean.

Friday, November 05, 2010

The upside of being sick--when you have paid sick leave and a low-stress job, that is--is that suddenly there is plenty of time to watch hours of Buffy and lie on the couch and drink tea. The downside: being sick, plus getting a backache from lying in a contorted TV-watching position all day. I think I will be more fully operational tomorrow, which is good because we are out of vegetables, and the szechuan vegetables I ordered tonight were full of BEEF so I could not eat them. That was a setback, mood-wise. Also nutrition-wise, maybe? My carboloaded ass is going to sleep for another 10 hours.

Awww, man.

So four days in and I already screwed up daily posting. I don't think I get a pass for being sick because I was literally on the couch all day, mostly watching Buffy, and would it have killed me to pick up the computer and type "Day Four: I am sick"? I think not.

Oh well. After 10 hours of sleep I feel slightly better--at least the pounding headache is gone.

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Foodstuffs.

Here is an important update to the Veganomicon Chickpea Cutlets recipe, with pictures at different stages of prep. These are one of my kitchen standbys, and I've made them with various beans and various seasonings, but I honestly think the original chickpea, sage, and lemon zest is best. Zest is best!

This week, I've been eating quinoa for breakfast, mostly because I ran out of steel cut oats. Here's how:
1 c quinoa
1 c water
1 c apple cider
1/4-1/2 c dried cranberries
1 chopped apple
1/2 t ground ginger
Combine in a saucepan, bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer until all the liquid is absorbed. Eat with chopped toasted almonds (essential) and soymilk. This will feed you for about 4 mornings.

I'm coming down with a cold, so hopefully some good fairy will swoop down tomorrow and a) repair me and b) hook me up with some veg-loaded miso soup.

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Pictures of the cat.

It's likely that a lot of my NaBloPoMo content will actually be cat pictures. Such as these.

Investigating a weird-ass pumpkin.

One of my students volunteers at the landscape arboretum and he brought me this alleged pumpkin awhile back. I love it. It looks like a sculpture. So that's how I'm treating it for now.

Investigating a weird-ass pumpkin.

Monday, November 01, 2010

NaBloPoMo.

Pretty much the only way I can guarantee a steady flow of blog content is to commit to daily posting every November. Unfortunately for you, there is no way to guarantee any particular level of quality on a daily basis, but I'll try.

Some things, mundane and otherwise:

Thing 1: a jerk or jerks smashed one of the windows in my car the other night. The car was (per usual) fulla crap and nothing was stolen. Probably because the majority of the crap was music books? I don't know. The super-fun detail about the smash is that every surface of the car, including the music books, was encrusted with glass cubes. Another fun detail is that no one had the window in stock and the window people are overnighting one from Fargo, so the car's been sitting in the garage since Saturday.

Thing 2 is that my phone is crapping out. I'm trying to resist buying a smartphone, because I don't think I need one even though they are sexay. Mostly I don't want another contract. But if you're not renewing a contract, phones seem very expensive all of a sudden. I'm wading through a profusion of new (yet old) phones on ebay for a quick phone fix, so if any of you have a beloved old GSM phone model to recommend, let me know.

Thing 3, more important than the prior two things: one of my good friends, who was up until today also happily my coworker and partner in cubicle prairie-dogging (you know, when you stand up to talk to someone in another cube), up and moved to Oakland with her husband. Technically they are leaving tomorrow, but we said goodbye amid our cubes today and then I had to get a little weepy at my desk, even though I am so happy for them about their adventure. And fortunately I still have one office mate I really like.

Thing 4, slightly less current: I feel like I've been word-barfing all over the internet about how I finally got into Battlestar Galactica, but I'll just take the opportunity to do it here as well. If you have ever experienced even passing enjoyment of sci-fi, but definitely if you like great acting, great writing, and nuanced explorations of war, politics, and the Other, and the question of what exactly you are preserving when you try to save humanity, you should get up on it, immediately. I loved it and I love it. I want to watch it all again. Also, because I was dying to talk about the show, but was watching it solo, I simultaneously got way into the recaps at Television Without Pity, so I can recommend those to you too. I think it helps that the recapper is also way into Buffy and Friday Night Lights, so it was obvious to me that he could be trusted.

Thing 5 and enough already: I'm trying to walk at least 15 miles a week. Last week was a bust (shit weather), but the previous 3 were all good. I did over 4 today, so I think this week's a go too. I jumped off the bus by the bakery and took an extra long route home, along the lakes, which was awesome, and probably the best way to fit this stuff in if I don't want to walk in the dark after dinner. We lose the evening light starting next week, so this week's crisp, golden, early evening walks will be bittersweet. Alas, alas.