… And by the way, attempting to provide verbal direction UI tech support in iOS to seniors with no prior touchscreen experience, users who turn off their cell phones when they are not placing calls. OMG.

Oh man, I spent the day shoveling snow and moving furniture and now I am too tired to light a damn fire! Tomorrow is an action packed day and snow is certain to complicate matters.

I have a doctor appointment at 8, am meeting with an artist at 10, hopefully, and have an accountant thing at 2, to be followed by a League crab bust at 7. Sure hope I can get a good walk in for the pooch.

At 10am, the days long burn ban ended, so fire in the fireplace on a snowy day it is!

Viv says this just started.

Video thingy didn’t work. Naturally this app only supports YouTube uploads.

mIm

I need to start leaving a stylus around, using fingers for this stuff is intolerable.

I am totally late to the party on this, but after a couple of false starts, I am very thoroughly enjoying Mr. Norrell and Jonathan Strange, which is a sort of kid lit pastiche on Regency and Gothic novels. Well, it’s not really kid lit per se, but the author is looking very deliberately at (literally) fairy tales. Much of the book is set in London circa 1804 and this summer’s memories of a grand eccentric’s home in London preserved for all time as it was on the owner’s death about a decade later than the book’s time setting – well sir, I commend this book to your kind attn. should such an experience embroider the fabric of your life.

Fuck YouTube.

Closing the night with “The Velvet Underground live at Max’s Kansas City” on vinyl, featuring the foreground natterings of Jim Carroll, two Yules, Lou, and Sterl.

This has been my favorite VU record for years, because an old girlfriend left a partially demagnetized tape of the record with me some long time before it was reissued in the late 1980s. The demagnetization, plus tape failure, plus the live recording itself, meant that the performance was well less than 50% audible, and I listened to it over and over again. The dropouts became part of the tunes, and the warbles of tape failure became what I wanted to hear.

Forty years after the show was recorded, Jim is among the people who died, and one of the Yules is a guy I know. There’s an expanded CD of the show, which explains how Jim was involved with the recording, and how the original shows were compressed to the first 40 minute vinyl, and how it may have been Lou’s last show with the band.

Well before any of that, I developed a love for “Sunday Morning” from this record that cannot be eroded save when St. Alzheimer comes for me. The band itself, all the hairy incarnations, is my delight, and the only song that ranks above “Sunday Morning” for me is “Who Loves The Sun,” for reasons which shall not be recorded upon the face of the internet.

Bayerische Staatsoper: spacesuit posters.

I so love this project. Listening to these works is like spacewalking, in our minds. Or the advertising is like that. Or something. Can you hear me Major Wagner? Von Braun? Whose space race was this, anyway?

My friend Kineta made this in remembrance of a friend who is now long passed.

Wierd, dunno why it wouldn’t post from the phone.