joe_bearnickel:
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chef2b:

So today is a bit of a mini baking day. Got rid of an insidious program on the Windows side of the Mac Platform. Some antivirus software kept demanding to be purchased and I looked up some stuff to find that it was a hoax. Managed to get a free kill program to finish it off, but it blew the morning on Friday and by the time we got back from TOM's folks, I was out cold and ready for bed.

Yesterday, we saw Blind Side, which was amazingly wonderful. Sandra Bullock is going to get an Oscar nod on this one. I even got dragged shopping for a pair of jeans which were sorely needed. Had a late lunch, then did a little grocery shopping. We were home for an hour before being invited to the Living Dessert for their festival of light and animal event with the kid and the grand kid. I'm glad I went because it's the most talking I have heard him do in a long time. By the time we got home it was far too late for dinner, but not too late to start the batch of green tea ice cream that I have been experimenting with. May try Macha next time for even stronger flavor.

Today its more catching up on billing and work stuff. Then off to LA at noon to avoid the masses. In the next three hours I have a batch of candieded ginger short bread and chocolate chip to bake off, cookie dough to replenish that which is being used, a cranberry loaf to make, and some green tea ice cream to process. Sounds like a lot, but actually isn't.

The harder thing is getting ready for the trip to LA that I really don't want to make, but have to.
It's been a nice few days at home and now I need to get back into trial mode and do things that I'd rather not be doing on a Sunday.

It's been cold and wet and the apartment is feeling somewhat empty and dreary. May walk down the street to play a little pool and have a beer around 6ish knowing that I have to be back and out by 9 pm because the 4 to 5 am wake ups start again tomorrow.

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crowleycrow:
George Gissing, in The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft, his bitter novel about a reclusive and mostly failed writer:

And why should any man who writes, even if he write things immortal, nurse anger at the world's neglect? Who asked him to publish? Who promised him a hearing? Who has broken faith with him? If my shoemaker turn me out an excellent pair of boots and I, in some mood of cantankerous unreason, throw them back upon his hands, the man has just cause of complaint. But your poem, your novel, who bargained with you for it?

I wouldn't want to give you the impression that I dredge these quotes up from my wide & deep reading in World Literature; mostly I find them quoted by other, more learned persons, usually in journals. This one appears in the new NYRB in an article about Michael Greenberg by Jay Neugeboren (hello, Jay).

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bigredpaul:



Thanksgiving was spent here at home, with John cooking all of the dinner this year. With all the massage work lately, I just didn't feel like cooking at all. John had a couple of guests over: Steven J. and his mother, who was visiting Steven from Newport News, Virginia. The mom, whose name I am ashamed to admit I can't remember, was a retired music teacher, and was truly delightful.

I cooked the carcass down and made around 1.5 gallons of turkey stock for John. David returned later in the evening from his dinner engagement in Oakland.

Friday, though, was weird. John and David got into this huge argument over nothing worth arguing over, and I had to get out of the house. As it happens, George was in town and asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him, so we went and had supper at Chow, where we had the most tasteless pair of meals we'd ever had there. At the conclusion of the meal, we both decided that we didn't need to eat there again for a few months. The lasagna was just dull and lifeless, and his pasta was boring, too.

After dinner, we walked to the video store in the Castro for George to rent a couple of movies. Wandering back to his car on Dolores at 14th, we enjoyed talking and holding hands in the brisk evening air. I wanted to go back down to Palo Alto with him, but he wanted to get a head-start on packing his apartment for his impending move from Palo Alto to Santa Clara.

So, he dropped me off at home, and I braced myself for the chilly atmosphere of UGH.

Saturday I woke up and had a cup of coffee, then showered and hopped on the bus downtown to have Indian food with this buddy from Bear411. We had been texting each other that morning, and had decided to go to Little Delhi at Mason and Eddy. I got there around 10 minutes early and told him I was going to go inside and sit down. He had said that he was in a traffic snarl and would be there as soon as he could. When I asked him where the snarl was, he said that he was trying to get into the Caldecott Tunnell(!), then that he was approaching the bridge, finally getting off the bridge and finding parking. In the meanwhile, I ordered lunch, and when he showed up, an hour late, I had largely finished eating lunch, although I had saved him some.

Yes, I waited an hour for him to show up. The only reason I did so was because he was a grown-up and gave me clear communication and updates while I waited.

After lunch, we wandered around Union Square, and I got to tell him about the Dewey Memorial, and trotted out my origins of the phrase "Sugar Daddy" story (which I will be using on my upcoming Barbary Coast Stairway Walk as part of IBR in February). I think I'm getting better at telling stories, regardless.

From Union Square, we headed to my office building three blocks away so I could use the loo, and we sat in my office for a few minutes talking some more, then headed back downstairs. Seeing that it was 17:10, I bade him farewell, and hopped on the 21-Hayes homeward.

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telemann:

Cosimo I de' Medici Grand Duke of Tuscany.

Alessandro Striggio (c. 1536/1537 – February 29, 1592) was an Italian composer, and wrote a huge 60 voice part Mass that only resurfaced in Paris after having been lost for over 400 years. The music was performed a year ago in London. My editor and publisher has been commissioned to create a new performing edition of the newly discovered manuscript source.

When you encounter music like this, you absolutely want to scream when morons make such stupid comments that Johann Sebastian Bach was the greatest counterpoint composer the world has ever seen (I've seen that phrase used on several Bach forums, I'm not making that up). Bach would have been sent to the back row of the school room when compared to some of the Renaissance composers, and this Striggio is an absolute masterpiece of counter-point. Here is a short documentary about the rediscovery of this long lost masterpiece.

mhgagnon:
Thanksgiving day was a wonderful time...filled with family, friends, loads of great food, laughs and delightful conversations. Silliness abounded. 15 of us gathered close.

Yesterday was a total regroup from such a full people day. Spent a little time with a friend in what is quickly becoming my new favorite public living room. We shared intense conversation while settled into a large comfortable leather couch and enjoyed good lattes.

Today, I finally returned to the studio after a week of being sick. Rusty, but I began with painting on paper. From there I worked a few paintings on canvas. Tentative, but it's alright. Hopefully, this is the beginning of a long spell of working that won't again get disrupted by becoming ill.

And tonight...I'm looking forward to dinner with good friends and then an evening with the Seattle Men's Chorus with featured guest Betty Buckley.

ednixon:

Here is a 1959 album on Westminster, an imprint of Mercury records. Can you name the make of the FM Tuner, Preamp and Power Amp on the album cover ? Extra points for the name of the speaker on the floor.

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living with Paul means that there are always interesting things in bloom around the yurt.

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theoctothorpe:

I just received word that my suit is available for the first fitting. This is a full-canvas construction, which means it will have more structure than most suits which are half- or no-canvas. More structure will give a more precise fit, and isn't that the entire point?

Of course, I am not sure it's wise to go to my first fitting after being ill, and only a few days after the biggest pig-fests of the year. I'm probably in less-than-normal physical configuration. What the hell, that's what the second fitting is for ;-)

theoctothorpe:
In my meds induced haze, I decided to pull the trigger on buying a new TV. I've been doing a lot of research and decided on the Samsung 46" 8500, which is an LED backlit (with local dimming) set. Amazon was having a *massive* sale on it, well below MAP. I'm lucky I pulled the trigger when I did, as now the price has been jacked up some $800 back to near-normal retail levels.



It shipped today, and should arrive around the 1st week in December (It's shipped to a local carrier, who will then hand-deliver it to the house).

The irony is that now I've got to figure out how to get the cable feed to where the TV is going to be placed.

god_jr:










this house now empty

clouds racing down a beach

son sun

kyooverse:
I will let you know what you want to know, but only if I don't mind you knowing. ;)

My eye sees beauty in humans specifically and with ease. This makes me social and somewhat limits my real bitchiness and ability to be direct. I don't have a true physical "type" and while I try not to show it, I pity you that do and laugh at your frustrated efforts, too.

People like to tell me, like to think that I am open. But that isn't completely true. Somewhat of an intensity junkie, there isn't much that shocks me. Sometimes, I like to act surprised, tho. It's fun pulling faces.

I am not conventional, but sometimes I play at conventions. I am not yet convinced that Foucault's "regulatory ideals" are necessary and live most of my life accordingly.

It is true... there are certain words that I'm not cool with being spoken in my presence. It's true, there are certain political stances that cause me to go so rigid I probably wouldn't ever want to deal with you ever again. Yes, one needs to find h/er level with me. Because while all of that is great fodder for perhaps transformative conversations, I am not willingly confrontational and not objective and not willing to look at certain things as if they aren't life or death important. There is theory and then there is lived reality and I like to think I bring reality and philosophy into some kind of balance... so... keep it to yourself. If you are a provocateur, brava/o for you, but I am probably not interested. Imagine: a wet cat.

Despite all this, I am actually a bubbly person. Light, silly, engaged and engaging, dramatic (drama, indeed, is life), funny, sexual, physical (let's hug it out!), intimate, and very alive.

I have been very blessed in my life by wonderful people and I live to pass those blessings forward. Yeah, I hate that sometimes Christianity is a language I know how to speak -- I do love the heathen Pacific Northwest!