at about 8:40. Also, why things went the way they did at that meeting with my bosses. Although I guess I kinda knew it, it's nice to have it explained to me.
Hint: You can't take it back, it's out there.
A woman "of a certain age" with a certain attitude writes for others of similar persuasion. Men allowed.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Ziggy! Ziggy! Up You Lazy
OOh, whoozamamababywhooza.
Winston! Still now, Winston. Whoozawoozaaw.http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2011/02/16/sports/20110216-westminster-dog-show-parade.html?src=me&ref=general#/0_90
Winston! Still now, Winston. Whoozawoozaaw.http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2011/02/16/sports/20110216-westminster-dog-show-parade.html?src=me&ref=general#/0_90
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Kabuki, Long Game, Whatever
Andrew links to Ezra on this and, frankly, it's about as much as I want to know or think about this. If you want more, you can always click the link.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Shearing
My friend, I'll call her Shelley, and I were sophisticated jazz fans at 14 because of our fathers. My father had been a Big Band man, Basie and Glenn Miller and the two guys whose names I'll remember in 20 minutes who arranged for Miller before breaking out on their own. I wish I had those records now.
Her father was a jazz DJ at a local Milwaukee station.
We decided we would attend the George Shearing concert when he came to town, get dressed up and take the bus down and back all by ourselves. And we did.
We wore identical pleated white polyester skirts, which were in style at the time. Every girl in our school had one.
Shelley was a cool girl and fat like me, so we had that. And jazz. But for some reason, we did not become close. Maybe it was the year I moved to Omaha and it was cut short. In which case, I was 15.
(Sauter-Finnegan, their names were Sauter and Finnegan and their band was the Sauter-Finnegan band.)
Shearing was great. You could hear him, blind, kind of humming while he played.
I listened to the record we had of him all the time.
Her father was a jazz DJ at a local Milwaukee station.
We decided we would attend the George Shearing concert when he came to town, get dressed up and take the bus down and back all by ourselves. And we did.
We wore identical pleated white polyester skirts, which were in style at the time. Every girl in our school had one.
Shelley was a cool girl and fat like me, so we had that. And jazz. But for some reason, we did not become close. Maybe it was the year I moved to Omaha and it was cut short. In which case, I was 15.
(Sauter-Finnegan, their names were Sauter and Finnegan and their band was the Sauter-Finnegan band.)
Shearing was great. You could hear him, blind, kind of humming while he played.
I listened to the record we had of him all the time.
Purely Coincidental
15 Things Kurt Vonnegut said better than anyone else.
And so it goes. They leave out the and, so I guess it's my own little Vonnegut mash-up.
And so it goes. They leave out the and, so I guess it's my own little Vonnegut mash-up.
