I’ll be posting a few (usually fairly short) tunes up as we go. Some solo multitrack homebrew this and that. Some long-distance musica-collabarativo. And the occasional piano/vocal jazz standard from 1926. Here’s the first tune out the gate, a piano/vocal…
They rise, they rise
Sitting and snacking at the local tea shop surprised to be sucking up whole tapioca in a wide straw. Bloop. Endlessly elevating. Fat and flavorless and full of — Bloop. Bloop. Never smooshed though smooshed should be in my not-so-smooth…
Why is 6 afraid of 7?
True-fact dialog tonight between my 6-year-old daughter and my 3-year-old son: She: “Why is 6 afraid of 7?” He: “Cuz 7 is a monster.” And I don’t know. I just find that funny. I mean, yeah, the more traditional response…
x-post: The real John Kerry
Political aside: New edgewise post on the real John Kerry, here. 0
Close to never
I almost never do this. Almost. Never. So clickety close to never. Not never actually, Not actually “never.” But like — this close. 0
Crispy yum yum child of God
The cinnamon chicken slid off the car roof. Gourmet exploding. Big messy boom. Plate shards, scattered like shark teeth. Chicken shards, scattered like chicken. On the driveway. In the lawn. And jeez: what a strange fate for this lightly basted…
Three things I noticed today
I am a monkey what likes to learn. I know this sounds whacky, but keeping a semi-regular journal, which I’ve started doing these last few months, seems to kinda maybe sorta be improving my long term memory in strange and…