Update, Part the Third
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filkferengiIn keeping with the archaeological fever, I spent a couple of weeks rereading all of Elizabeth Peters' Amelia Peabody books. Then, for a contrast, I spent another week rereading all of Susan Wiggins Albert's China Bayles books. The website she has with her husband [with whom she writes books as Robin Paige, Edwardian mysteries I strongly recommend] is http://www.mysterypartners.com/ . I particularly enjoyed the page of pickle puns. I used it to punish Himself with.
Early in the month is mailout week, a whole week of fun and joy. The office secretary was doing it for a while, but, when the office moved south, she didn't. Himself, always overly indulgent, set her up to telecommute, & she lives too far away for him to bring her the paper for the mailout, so I inherited it again. During the mailout, there're always several addresses on Dill Avenue, whereupon my spouse takes it upon himself to try to perpetrate pickle puns. Hopefully, he won't be doing *that* anymore. Does anyone know of any particularly putrid pickle pun pages, just in case he needs reminding? [weg]
Anyway, reading the Albert books, excellent mysteries set in the hill country of Texas, got Willie Nelson songs in my head. Partly in an effort to exorcise them by putting other stuff there, I've started various cd projects lately. Harold is a filker I exchange music with. I sent him a box of 80 cds, and he sent me an envelope of 15 compilation discs. My computer won't let me extract individual files from them, so what I have to do to get cds of albums I don't already have is: make a layout of the album in question and burn that cd; take that cd, and extract the individual files to the hard-drive, changing the name in accordance with my own system [artist's name, album name, track number, song title, and writer {if someone else}]; transfer the files to the external G drive; then [finally!] burn and label the cd. It's extremely tedious, but looks good on the [overflowing] music shelves.
The whole G drive thing came about because Himself wanted to shift to electronic filing, and my music was slowing down the computer. One night, while I was at a housefilk, Himself installed the G drive and moved one of my music folders over there, about 5,000 songs worth, rendering invalid every single cd layout I'd been making for the last couple of years. He thought this would be a nice surprise. The one who got the surprise was him, when I was less than thrilled thereat. I've gradually been transferring stuff over ever since, but got very enthusiastic about it recently. As of yesterday, almost everything is transferred, so I have three folders of approximately 4,600 songs each [all the tapes I've been turning into cds the last several years, cds extracted for backup, etc.]. Also as of yesterday, everything in two of the folders has been renamed. It's trivia to someone else, but important to me, for I come from a record-keeping people. Having things more organized eases the subcutaneous itch.
Mike Bernardi said he was coming to GaFilk--yay!--and asked me to save the Farscape miniseries for him. See earlier speech about the virtues of Tivo.
What is up with this whole cheating Thanksgiving thing? Even Himself noticed. On November 1, when we went for our walk, we noticed that the city workers had started hanging the icecicle lights around the fence in the park. Our theory was that they started so early in order to maximize their standing and leaning opportunities [local city workers multitask by leaning and smoking at the same time]. The day after Halloween, all the stores started putting out Christmas stuff. Didn't the stores use to put out Thanksgiving or at least general autumn decoration stuff first?
When I gave a friend a ride home after gaming on Sat. Nov. 6, I noticed one house in his neighborhood had lights up. We had a good laugh about it. A week or two later, it was no longer quite so funny, as premature decorations proliferted like particularly poisonous mushrooms. On the way home from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
technomom 's colossally cool birthday party on the 19th, we remarked that the ornamentation adorning the local streets [wreaths on Main Street and snowflakes on the Highway] was all lit up. Then today, when I was stuck in the pharmacy for the better part of an hour waiting for a prescription to be filled, they were already playing Christmas music. I was devoutly thankful to not be working in a store and being afflicted with un-timely music. Which is sort of a Thanksgiving thing, isn't it? [Actually I quite like Christmas music, preferably at Christmas, or even in July, when it helps one keep one's cool.]
You know how it's always either feast or famine? Saturday November 20 was simply ab absurdam. Get this: the local library had a booksale; there was a storytelling festival; I had gaming; down in Fayetteville [an hour below my house] there was a holiday program with singers we really like; in town there was a concert by Mike Rayburn; in Roswell was the local housefilk; in Decatur [at what Emerald Rose's announcement called "Jake's Toadhouse"--a bar for lawyers, perhaps? ;)] was a gig with the local filk band [which has lately made something of a habit of scheduling their gigs opposite the local housefilk, to the great detriment thereof] and another pagan band which was supposed to rock until after midnight. All of these things were going on the same day, most during the evening. Any of them could be interesting and fun; most of them were far away from my house. Which of them did I do? None of them. As a compromise, I went home after gaming and spent a quiet evening with the spouse.
Early in the month is mailout week, a whole week of fun and joy. The office secretary was doing it for a while, but, when the office moved south, she didn't. Himself, always overly indulgent, set her up to telecommute, & she lives too far away for him to bring her the paper for the mailout, so I inherited it again. During the mailout, there're always several addresses on Dill Avenue, whereupon my spouse takes it upon himself to try to perpetrate pickle puns. Hopefully, he won't be doing *that* anymore. Does anyone know of any particularly putrid pickle pun pages, just in case he needs reminding? [weg]
Anyway, reading the Albert books, excellent mysteries set in the hill country of Texas, got Willie Nelson songs in my head. Partly in an effort to exorcise them by putting other stuff there, I've started various cd projects lately. Harold is a filker I exchange music with. I sent him a box of 80 cds, and he sent me an envelope of 15 compilation discs. My computer won't let me extract individual files from them, so what I have to do to get cds of albums I don't already have is: make a layout of the album in question and burn that cd; take that cd, and extract the individual files to the hard-drive, changing the name in accordance with my own system [artist's name, album name, track number, song title, and writer {if someone else}]; transfer the files to the external G drive; then [finally!] burn and label the cd. It's extremely tedious, but looks good on the [overflowing] music shelves.
The whole G drive thing came about because Himself wanted to shift to electronic filing, and my music was slowing down the computer. One night, while I was at a housefilk, Himself installed the G drive and moved one of my music folders over there, about 5,000 songs worth, rendering invalid every single cd layout I'd been making for the last couple of years. He thought this would be a nice surprise. The one who got the surprise was him, when I was less than thrilled thereat. I've gradually been transferring stuff over ever since, but got very enthusiastic about it recently. As of yesterday, almost everything is transferred, so I have three folders of approximately 4,600 songs each [all the tapes I've been turning into cds the last several years, cds extracted for backup, etc.]. Also as of yesterday, everything in two of the folders has been renamed. It's trivia to someone else, but important to me, for I come from a record-keeping people. Having things more organized eases the subcutaneous itch.
Mike Bernardi said he was coming to GaFilk--yay!--and asked me to save the Farscape miniseries for him. See earlier speech about the virtues of Tivo.
What is up with this whole cheating Thanksgiving thing? Even Himself noticed. On November 1, when we went for our walk, we noticed that the city workers had started hanging the icecicle lights around the fence in the park. Our theory was that they started so early in order to maximize their standing and leaning opportunities [local city workers multitask by leaning and smoking at the same time]. The day after Halloween, all the stores started putting out Christmas stuff. Didn't the stores use to put out Thanksgiving or at least general autumn decoration stuff first?
When I gave a friend a ride home after gaming on Sat. Nov. 6, I noticed one house in his neighborhood had lights up. We had a good laugh about it. A week or two later, it was no longer quite so funny, as premature decorations proliferted like particularly poisonous mushrooms. On the way home from
technomom 's colossally cool birthday party on the 19th, we remarked that the ornamentation adorning the local streets [wreaths on Main Street and snowflakes on the Highway] was all lit up. Then today, when I was stuck in the pharmacy for the better part of an hour waiting for a prescription to be filled, they were already playing Christmas music. I was devoutly thankful to not be working in a store and being afflicted with un-timely music. Which is sort of a Thanksgiving thing, isn't it? [Actually I quite like Christmas music, preferably at Christmas, or even in July, when it helps one keep one's cool.] You know how it's always either feast or famine? Saturday November 20 was simply ab absurdam. Get this: the local library had a booksale; there was a storytelling festival; I had gaming; down in Fayetteville [an hour below my house] there was a holiday program with singers we really like; in town there was a concert by Mike Rayburn; in Roswell was the local housefilk; in Decatur [at what Emerald Rose's announcement called "Jake's Toadhouse"--a bar for lawyers, perhaps? ;)] was a gig with the local filk band [which has lately made something of a habit of scheduling their gigs opposite the local housefilk, to the great detriment thereof] and another pagan band which was supposed to rock until after midnight. All of these things were going on the same day, most during the evening. Any of them could be interesting and fun; most of them were far away from my house. Which of them did I do? None of them. As a compromise, I went home after gaming and spent a quiet evening with the spouse.
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Well, you might like this
Date: 2004-11-24 07:55 pm (UTC)Pam and Phil Boulding, a PNW Hammered dulciimer family that puts on a Christmas concert that always sells out. How it links to your topic? They've been advertising the concert for the last four days on KingFM.
Sigh.
Profitne
Re: Well, you might like this
Date: 2004-11-25 09:50 am (UTC)Himself likes to cruise Clark's website, especially for the snarky comments in the "customer no-service" section.
I've never heard of the group; are they any good? A holiday concert could be fun, but I don't like the dressing-up thing. Of course, from where I sit, you dress up every day anyway. :)