Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Temperaments
I interpret these looks as:
"Please!" "Maybe?" and
"Are you going to be the jerk who doesn't give me my treat?"
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
The Big Mucky
It was misty today but
clear. I decided to give my wrist sprain an extra day of rest, so i
postponed today's gym with tomorrow's romp and took Nicki up to the Big
Mucky.
Technically, we are in a drought, although one would never know it. Parched, the earth is not.
I would wager that next to water, Nick loves mud most. At any rate he was in one of his elements and could not get enough splushing and sniffing.
As we rounded the far end of the trail shown here, we ran into a couple with a pair of black lab sisters. The three dogs got along instantly and romped around in circles non stop for 20 minutes as the humans chatted incomprehensibly.
We then walked to the far end of the Big Mucky where the couple had parked their SUV. Nicki and i hitched a ride with them back to where i had parked my Jeep -- me riding in the back seat with three un-quietable fuzzie-forms. Once back in the Jeep, Nicki finally settled down and actually snoozed.
It was one of those days when Washington is bathed in its unique soft-glow. Mt Baker was veiled by the thinnest sheen of mist through which its snow reflected in "warm" creamy way. Needless to say, I was unable to capture it.
I would wager that next to water, Nick loves mud most. At any rate he was in one of his elements and could not get enough splushing and sniffing.
As we rounded the far end of the trail shown here, we ran into a couple with a pair of black lab sisters. The three dogs got along instantly and romped around in circles non stop for 20 minutes as the humans chatted incomprehensibly.
We then walked to the far end of the Big Mucky where the couple had parked their SUV. Nicki and i hitched a ride with them back to where i had parked my Jeep -- me riding in the back seat with three un-quietable fuzzie-forms. Once back in the Jeep, Nicki finally settled down and actually snoozed.
It was one of those days when Washington is bathed in its unique soft-glow. Mt Baker was veiled by the thinnest sheen of mist through which its snow reflected in "warm" creamy way. Needless to say, I was unable to capture it.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Dusk to Dusk & Haute Kitsch
It was one of those "dusk to dusk" days in Cascadia: grey, damp, drizzly and dark. The Gloom is here.
The other day, looking into a dark patch of thick forest nearby it suddenly "dawned" (i use the word with circumspection) on me what the "Black Forest" must have been like: dark, foreboding, impassable and inescapably enveloping once inside -- the lair of witches and erlkonigs. I shuddered.
Up over the line for dinner the following day, I asked asked my German friends if the Black Forest was still anything as dark and foreboding as the forests here. "Neh," they said, in an tone that said, "nothing close."
About a year ago, I wandered with Nicki into one of these wooded thickets. It was Spring and not as dark by half. Still, within paces I completely lost my sense of direction and went into an instant panic. Imagine what it was like when full continents were so covered.
In all events, the gloom was such that I needed a little brightening up. As it turns out the NY Met's Meistersinger conducted by Levine was on U-Tube. What a cheerful production.
The other day, looking into a dark patch of thick forest nearby it suddenly "dawned" (i use the word with circumspection) on me what the "Black Forest" must have been like: dark, foreboding, impassable and inescapably enveloping once inside -- the lair of witches and erlkonigs. I shuddered.
Up over the line for dinner the following day, I asked asked my German friends if the Black Forest was still anything as dark and foreboding as the forests here. "Neh," they said, in an tone that said, "nothing close."
About a year ago, I wandered with Nicki into one of these wooded thickets. It was Spring and not as dark by half. Still, within paces I completely lost my sense of direction and went into an instant panic. Imagine what it was like when full continents were so covered.
In all events, the gloom was such that I needed a little brightening up. As it turns out the NY Met's Meistersinger conducted by Levine was on U-Tube. What a cheerful production.
[Full Four Hours: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LILqOT9Ov4w]
A music buff i chat with opines that Wagner is Haute Kitsch. But he and I are agreed that this minimalist Wagner Moderne that has been orthodoxy at Bayreuth is just plain crap. Wagner was a Romantic par excellence; this does not work.
Several months ago he and i fell to incredulous gasping at a modernist Flying Dutchman which finaléd not with the fated couple ascending into heaven, but with Senta falling flat on her face from a fire escape onto the pavement below. Puleeze.
It's a shame about Levine though. He's obviously seriously ill and it's sad to see this happen to such an ebullient and emphatic conductor. Compare his conducting of the Met's Tannhauser a decade or so ago.
It's a shame about Levine though. He's obviously seriously ill and it's sad to see this happen to such an ebullient and emphatic conductor. Compare his conducting of the Met's Tannhauser a decade or so ago.
Apple Does It Again!!!
I donno when this came out... but this is definitely the solution to my hassles with LIBRE OFFICE.
http://www.theonion.com/video/apple-introduces-revolutionary-new-laptop-with-no,14299/
Thanks again Apple!
http://www.theonion.com/video/apple-introduces-revolutionary-new-laptop-with-no,14299/
Thanks again Apple!
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