Monthly Archives: October 2012

Better

Obama was much better last night. What a relief. Romney was wearing his Mild Mannered Moderate Mitt outfit again, but Obama pulled on enough loose threads that, by the time I quit watching, the real Romney was fairly well exposed.

Now, time to work on those poll numbers, O.

The Big House

Just pictures today.

Here's the kitchen island, with granite and stove-top.


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In reality, there's a very slight and very light green cast to the granite. Camera didn't quite pick it up.

Here was the staircase in July, delivered in one piece, sitting in the garage.


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And here it is today, awaiting its final finishing.


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And here is the living room wall, almost completed - need some face plates on those holes. One of them is a conduit down to a hole in the bookcase on the right. TV cables will snake through there.


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Shit's lookin pretty opulent.

Heart

Saw Heart last night. This is the third time we've seen them in the past few years, and it was just as good as the other times. They can all still do it; Ann Wilson's voice doesn't seemed to have diminished even a bit (though she's 62 this year), and Nancy Wilson's voice and guitar playing are still great. The rest of the band is good, too.

The set was a mix of all their old popular songs, with a half-dozen newer things that few people knew. The new stuff isn't bad, though it doesn't really grab me. And everyone knows that everyone's there to hear "Barracuda" anyway.

Tailgated in the parking lot with beers and fried chicken. It was an outdoor show, and it got a little chilly towards the end of the night. Refreshing. Ah, fall...

Highlight: They closed with "Magic Man". When Ann sang "Try, Try, Try to understand...", three identical little puffs of breath - one for each "Try" - appeared next to her, drifted to the side, then disappeared. I actually saw the words, a little surreal.

Start Your iPods

Songs of the week edition.

Shuffle em. First two songs up are your Songs Of The Week. Put on your fortune teller hat and tell us what the pairing of these songs portends for your next seven days.

Hector - Satisfied


photo by Carla Hernandez


One of my own. Well, the chords are mine, anyway; the words are Don's. Despite the title, it's a song about dissatisfaction, or, per the Replacements' song Don mixed in at the front, being un-satisfied.

You are never satisfied
Fists too small
And eyes too wide

This is perfect. So far - nothing about the first two hours of this week so far have been satisfactory. I have no doubt things can keep sucking for another seven days.

Emerson String Quartet - Beethoven String Quartet #16 in F, Op 135
As if to poke me in the eye, my iPod gives me something I am utterly unfamiliar with and which has no words. What else can this mean except that I am to be continuously baffled by incomprehensible circumstances? Unsatisfactory!

What you got?

Joe Biden For President

Now there's a guy who loves his job. And I loved watching him smack-around that little twerp, Paul Ryan. Maybe he could give Obama a couple of pointers on debating? Please?

On a boring note, the foreign policy section of the VP debate suggests that the foreign policy debate between Obama and Romney is going to amount to the moderator saying "So, you two basically agree on everything?" And Romney saying "Yes, but I'm going to do all that while waving my fists in the air, and shouting 'America, Heck Yeah!' "