Music Quizzery is Afoot

A quiz stolen from SamuraiFrog:

1. What are you listening to right now?

“The Isle of the Dead” by Sergei Rachmaninov.

2. What song(s) make(s) you sad?

“Rough Boy” by ZZTop, “Brothers In Arms” by Dire Straits, the “Liebestod” from Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde, “I Can Only Imagine” (a Christian song that we had performed at Little Quinn’s funeral).

3. What is the most annoying song in the world?

I remember in 1994, when there was a pop version and a country version of a tune called “I Swear”, and they played constantly, so whether we had the pop station or the country station on at work, I had to listen to that festering song. Ugh. I also hate “I Believe I Can Fly”; “Mony Mony”; “Spinning Wheel” by Blood, Sweat and Tears; “Every Rose Has Its Thorn” by Poison; and more than a few others. And while I don’t hate it, I’ve read that the single most successful Beatles song is “Yesterday”, which I don’t like.

4. Your all time favorite band?

Ask me today and I’m saying Van Halen. Ask me tomorrow and I’ll say Pink Floyd. Ask me the day after, I’ll say Blackmore’s Night. Day after that I’ll say someone else. That’s how I roll.

5. Your newly discovered band is?

The Beatles!

6. Best female voice?

You know what? I like Taylor Swift’s voice. Is it the “best” voice going? Probably not, but that’s what I’m going with. Or Marni Nixon. Candice Night, too.

7. Best male voice?

Dougie Maclean.

8. Music type you find yourself listening to most?

Classical or film scores first; Celtic second. Pop and rock, not terribly frequently.

9. What do you listen to, to hype you up?

Anything up-tempo. Like the Bee Gees stuff from Saturday Night Fever.

10. What do you listen to when you want to calm down?

Anything slow or meditative — some Vaughan Williams works well for this, such as the Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis, or the miraculous “The Lark Ascending”.

11. Last gig/concert you went to?

The Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra.

12. Band you find yourself listening to the most right now?

The Beatles.

13. Most hated band?

Despite the fact that Bret Michaels has seemed like a pretty good guy on this season of The Apprentice and the fact that he’s undergoing some health problems as of this writing, I never liked Poison. And I suspect I might like Guns-n-Roses if I could get past Axl Rose’s Godawful singing voice.

14. Song that makes you think?

Anything makes me think. “American Pie” has all those dense references; “Another Brick in the Wall Part II” has all that anti-establishment stuff; anything by Rush has some odd SF and other oddity going through it.

15. Band that you think the world should love as much as you do?

All of them.

16. Coolest music video?

As an avowed lover of overalls, I suppose I’m supposed to answer with “Come On Eileen” by Dexy’s Midnight Runners, but instead I’ll go with “Thriller”. (SamuraiFrog’s answer, “Take On Me”, is right up there, but the way that video is “concluded” by a-ha‘s subsequent video, “The Sun Always Shines On TV”, really casts a pall over “Take”.)

17. Music video with the most babe watch?

Not sure what “babe watch” means. Is it pretty women to look at? Again, nothing lately. I hear Christina Aguilera’s working on something.

18. What do you play/would you play in the bedroom to spice things up?

Blackmore’s Night.

19. Can you play a musical instrument?

I was a decent trumpet player back in the day.

20. Ever been in a mosh pit?

Never. In fact, I’ve never been to a rock concert of any type, unless Trans-Siberian Orchestra counts (which it well might).

21. Are you in a band?

No.

23. Ever dated a musician?

The Wife played the oboe, so yes.

28. Do you wish yourself that you were a musician?

I often wish I’d remained one.

29. Best chick band you know of?

Heart.

31. Last song that you heard on the radio/cd…etc…?

Radio? Not sure. Whatever was on this morning on the way home from church. I tend to not pay attention to the music in the car, unless it’s Prairie Home Companion or some such show.

32. What do you think of Classical music?

It’s my favorite music. People who don’t like classical music just bug the hell out of me — or rather, people who claim to not like it because they’re clearly intimidated by it. It’s just music, people. You listen to it like anything else!

33. What do you think of Country music?

Aside from the “rockabilly” stuff and the creepy Jingoistic strain of country that showed up after 9-11-01, I like a surprising amount of it. I especially love a lot of older country music; Willie Nelson is a genius, and I like Linda Ronstadt and Emmylou Harris a lot. Of more recent ones, Taylor Swift and Jo Dee Messina make me happy.

34. What do you think of Death metal?

I flirted with it in high school, but for the most part, I prefer my metal to have some optimism to it. Or at least be epic in the sense of Iron Maiden if we’re not going to be optimistic. The “Death Metal” stuff strikes me as silly, not unlike those Oakland Raiders fans who dress up as skeletons for the games. I mean, come on, now.

35. Last BIG band that you saw live?

Trans-siberian Orchestra.

36. Are you a groupie?

No.

37. Do you listen to music in foreign languages?

Absolutely — opera and classical in original tongues, Celtic music in Gaelic or other Celtic languages, et cetera. Cantopop in Chinese.

38. What famous musician would you like to [enjoy carnal relations with]!?

Not answering this.

39. Worst concert moment?

I don’t mean to keep bitching about this, but the recent Buffalo Philharmonic concert, when I realized they were playing an edited version of Rachmaninov’s Symphony No. 2. This left a really bad taste in my mouth, and frankly has dampened some of the enthusiasm I was feeling for going back for more concerts.

40. Funny concert moment?

We were recording our annual Christmas program in college for Iowa Public Television when, during a soft passage, one of our percussionists picked up the cymbals, only to have the straps to one of them break. Luckily we were doing this performance for the cameras only; no audience was present.

41. Sad concert moment?

My last concert with the orchestra in college. The orchestra program there was very tiny when I got there, but grew threw the four years until I thought it was pretty good by the end. I was sad that I wouldn’t be a part of it after that.

42. Best local act you can think of?

Hell, I dunno — Ani DiFranco? The Goo Goo Dolls?

43. If you were a musical instrument what would you be?

The Uilleann pipes.

44. Do you listen to the radio?

In the car, and occasionally at home, if I’m home while Prairie Home Companion or Thistle and Shamrock are on.

45. Do you watch music TV?

I watch performances on PBS, if that’s what we mean.

46. Do you follow the music charts, like the top 40?

No. I could not possibly care one whit less.

47. Have you met any famous musicians?

Former Buffalo Philharmonic music director Semyon Bychkov, and I met Wynton Marsalis. I wanted to be more impressed with Marsalis than I was.

48. Are any of your friends/family/etc. musicians?

Not that I know of.

49. Song that best describes your feelings right now?

Geez, I haven’t a clue.

50. Song that describes your life?

“I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”? Wow, what a boring choice. How about “Comfortably Numb”? “Love Walks In” by Van Halen?

51. Do you know the names of all the band members that you listen to?

No, I’m sure I don’t.

52. Does a musician’s physical attractiveness play a role in the music that you listen to?

No.

53. What famous musician do you want to marry?

Huh?!

53. Favourite movie sound track?

Star Wars. Or Lord of the Rings. Or….

55. Any musician pet hates?

I’ve covered this before, but in the film score fan community, I’ve always thought that the reverence slathered upon Jerry Goldsmith far outstrips the actual quality of a lot of his work.

56. What do your parents listen to?

I can’t really say these days, but their tastes can be really eclectic.

57. What are you listening to right NOW?

“Drink Up Me Hearties” from the score to The Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End.

58. Do you wear band etc T-shirts?

Nope. Never have.

59. Do you cook to music?

Not usually, although I like to. There’s no stereo in there.

60. Do you sing in the toilet?

I’m never in the toilet. If we’re talking about the shower, then…no. I sing in the car, though.

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Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Oddities and Awesome abound!!!

:: Theworld’s ugliest statues. Frankly, the Jersey teardrop and the Giant Genghis Khan don’t look that bad to me. In fact, I rather like the Giant Genghis Khan.

:: Violation Report is a site where you can ‘report’ people for various breaches of etiquette. Most of the submissions seem to revolve around subway riders in New York City, and more than a few of them strike me as people bitching about stuff they shouldn’t really be annoyed with in the first place.

:: Giant saw blade 1, Side of house 0:

Ouch! Good thing nobody was in the path of that blade when it went loose from its housing, huh?

More next week!

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Ixnay’s Irstfay Aftdray

So this weekend saw the Buffalo Bills run their first Draft of the Buddy Nix era. Buddy Nix is the new GM that the Bills hired earlier in the offseason after an extensive search (a day or two) in which the Bills interviewed many (well, one) candidate(s) for the job. Now, in truth, Nix does bring a nice-looking resume to the job, as he’s been in football virtually all of his adult life, he was with the Bills’ organization as a scout during the 90s (when the Bills didn’t suck), went to San Diego for most of this decade (when the Chargers went from usually sucking to being a really good team that probably should have been to at least one of the last few Super Bowls). Last year, Nix was with the team in an advisory role, and the 2009 Draft was actually one of the better ones (and it could become even better, if top pick Aaron Maybin blossoms after a really forgettable rookie season).

So, how did they do this year? Well, parts of it were nice, other parts were head-scratching. Most folks were agreed that the major areas of need this year were quarterback and offensive tackle, and while both areas were addressed, they were addressed via late-round picks after the Bills allowed a number of top prospects at each position to pass by them, in some cases, several times. Two of the top quarterback prospects, Jimmy Clausen and Colt McCoy, actually dropped to the fourth round, and the Bills had two shots at drafting each. Another top OT prospect, Bryan Bulaga, was available for the Bills in the first round, but they picked a running back.

That was a pretty head-scratching move. Poor play by a revolving door of offensive tackles was a major reason the Bills stunk the place out last season on offense, and a very good player was available for them, but they instead chose a player at a position they didn’t need. By all accounts CJ Spiller, the running back they took, is a very good prospect indeed, and may even give the Bills some star power that they’ve lacked for years (last season’s flirtation with Terrell Owens notwithstanding), but it still left them in need of a tackle. They eventually took two tackles, in the fifth and seventh rounds, and maybe those players will grow into good NFL tackles, but for now, they’re just prospects.

As for quarterback, there were rumors flying all last week that the Bills were working on trades that would allow them to get a second pick in the first round and thus go after Tim Tebow. Now, I didn’t want Tebow at all; for one thing, everyone agrees that his throwing motion is going to require a lot of work before he’ll be an NFL-ready quarterback, and the Bills may not have that kind of time. For another, Tebow is…how to put this…well, he’s a particularly in-your-face, obnoxious kind of evangelical, and he did a commercial for James Dobson’s organization for last year’s Super Bowl. Tebow stood up to be counted with an openly homophobic organization, and I didn’t want him on that basis alone. But anyway, the Bills didn’t get any trade done (in fact, they insisted afterwards that there was never any trade in the works at all), and Tebow was picked by the Denver Broncos. The Bills eventually took a quarterback, Levi Brown, in the seventh round. Nobody at all sees him as a potential Quarterback of the Future for the Bills; he might develop into a serviceable NFL backup.

So the quarterback situation in Buffalo remains almost exactly what it was last year: Trent Edwards, a guy who was once promising but who was completely screwed up by the previous coaching staff; Ryan Fitzpatrick, a guy who will never be anything more than a backup; Brian Brohm, a guy of whom no one has any idea what to think; and Brown, a seventh-round rookie. Ouch. So why are the Bills content to move forward with this quarterback staff?

As I see it, there are two possible thought processes going on in the Bills’ brain trust, and those thought processes aren’t mutually exclusive, either. First, they may think that Trent Edwards can be salvaged. He’s only entering his fourth year in the league, and he showed a lot of promise in his first season and a chunk of his second, before the last coaching staff pretty much started undermining his confidence, installing incredibly vanilla offensive schemes, and playing havoc with an offensive line that was already not very good to begin with. Edwards’s football head is totally screwed up right now, but maybe the new coaches (led by head man Chan Gailey) figure they can put Edwards’s pieces back together again and discover the potential that everyone thought was there to begin with.

On the other hand, Buddy Nix and the Bills’ scouting department may have simply not been terribly impressed with this year’s crop of quarterback prospects and elected to focus instead on building elsewhere, under the assumption that if Edwards doesn’t emerge in 2010, the Bills can pick a new quarterback in the 2011 class (which I’ve read should be a better, and deeper, quarterback class anyway). The upside there will be that if the new offensive linemen — the two guards taken last year and the two tackles taken this year — come together to form a good line, and if the Spiller develops nicely into a fine offensive weapon, and if the Bills finally put together a decent receiving corps (they drafted a promising receiver this year in the fourth round), maybe a rookie quarterback stepping in next year won’t be stepping into nearly as iffy a situation as a rookie would this year.

I think that may be the scenario after all: build the best team we can through the draft, and see if Edwards can play with that team. Otherwise, next year, put an even better team around our new rookie and see what happens. We’ll see.

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I think it was something I ate….

I’ve recently indulged in a couple of my “comfort foods” that aren’t terribly healthy, but my oh my, are they ever comforting!

:: First off, here’s my favorite thing to do with leftover tacos. Here in Buffalo we have a chain called Mighty Taco. It’s typical fast-food tacos, but of general higher quality than, say, Taco Bell. I like to get the Super Mighty Pack when I go there. This is four of their Super Mighty tacos (which I order with medium sauce and sour cream, for anyone wondering such stuff). Since I can only really eat two of the tacos in one sitting, I then bring the other two home and over the next day or two, indulge in this.

First, you take a leftover Mighty Taco Super Mighty and put it in a bowl:

Begin with a Taco

(If you can do this without looking like a wide-eyed mad scientist lunatic, good for you.)

Then, you slather the thing with Nacho Cheese Sauce or Salsa Con Queso from a jar, like so:

Schmearing the Cheese Sauce

Now, put the thing in the microwave and cover. We have a nifty dome-thing for microwave cooking; since we got this, we’ve cut down our “microwave food splatter” by 90 percent, with the other 10 percent mainly coming from when I forget to use the thing or when we nuke something that we don’t realize is going to splatter. Hey, there are some contexts in which I’m all in favor of food being splattered on something, but the inside of my microwave isn’t one of them.

Anyway, I set the nuker for three and a half minutes. As much as I appreciate that I can reheat leftovers quickly in the nuker, I had it when there are cold spots in the middle, so I tend to nuke the living hell out of things.

And then, we wait. And you know what? Waiting three and a half minutes when you’re hungry and you’re nuking something you like to eat is a really long time! So how do I pass the time? Maybe I stretch a little:

Streettcchh!!

Or maybe play the opening drum riff to “Hot For Teacher” on my thighs:

Waiting....

Waiting for the microwave is also a good time to practice one’s Russian step dancing:

Try a Russian dance step or two

Or, just surrendering to the ennui entirely:

Snore....

But finally, the 210 seconds do elapse, and then, the final dish!

Yummm!!!

Oh, sweet sweet molten taco-ey leftover goodness!

:: And then, there’s the Chili Dog. Oh, mama.

First, of course, you have to make chili. I like to experiment with chili recipes on occasion, but for the most part, when I make my own chili, this is how I do it. Generally I make a huge pot of it and eat a few bowls of it along with fresh cornbread. And then, to kill off the leftovers, I’ll either eat future servings by pouring reheated chili over a bed of corn chips (this is heavenly!), or I’ll make Chili Dogs.

So: making chili. I start with meat, onions, garlic, salt, pepper, a tablespoon or two of peanut oil, a teaspoon or so of crushed cumin seed, and a pile of chili powder. If I have green pepper on hand, I’ll dice up some of that and throw it in as well. We don’t always have bell peppers around, though. This time, we didn’t.

Starting the meat mixture

The meat in this case is Bob Evans Hot Breakfast Sausage, which makes for great chili. Sometimes I’ll use ground pork. I rarely make chili with plain ground beef; I love the flavor the sausage gives, as well as the extra spice. I just pile all of that into a pot and cook it down until the meat is completely cooked.

Cooking the meat mixture

Meat mixture, cooking away

Here’s the meat when finished:

Finishing the meat

Once the meat mixture is complete, I transfer it into the waiting crock pot. Next comes the addition of a bunch of ingredients that come in cans, which means a lot of can-opening. And in the scullery here at Casa Jaquandor, can-opening always results in a scene like this:

ITS NOT TUNA!!!

I’m trying to avoid being tripped by the cat who is winding through my legs, under the assumption that the can being opened contains tuna.

In terms of canned stuff for the chili, I use:

1 large can of crushed tomatoes
1 can of diced tomatoes (unless I happen to have fresh tomatoes on hand, in which case I’ll just dice those up instead of using the canned stuff)
2 cans of beans

I like my chili to be more of a hearty soup than a stew, but if you want your chili thicker than I typically make it, this is where you’d add a can or two of tomato paste. I rarely bother, though.

By way of beans, I used to always use the canned beans that were “chili ready”, meaning they came packed in a spicy sauce that you could dump right into the pot. However, I’ve been trying to cut down on the amount of sodium in my cooking, and canned foods tend to be loaded with salt. I’ve thus cut the beans down to one can of the “chili beans” and one can of regular red kidney beans.

Over the last year or so, I’ve seen “No Salt Added” canned vegetables showing up on the shelves at The Store. This is a major boon. I’ve grown terribly tired of the excessive salt in everything, and as I’ve cut back, I’m noticing overly salty food more and more now. It’s amazing how foods taste once you’ve started to recalibrate your taste buds for a lower-sodium diet; there are foods now that have me sprinting for the water bottle that I didn’t bat an eye at before. (By way of editorializing, I think that maybe we can put the brakes on demonizing smoking for a bit and instead direct some energy at all the unnecessary salt in American food.)

Anyway, I dump all of that into the crock pot, along with the meat mixture. (Doesn’t matter if you put the meat in first and then the canned stuff, or vice versa.) Only two ingredients remain in my typical chili: a few dashes of Worcestershire sauce, and a nice-sized helping of hot sauce.

Here at Casa Jaquandor, there is only one hot sauce: Frank’s. I’ve never liked Tabasco; it’s gotta be Frank’s. (Cholula is acceptable. But no Tabasco!)

After a bit of consideration as to just how spicy I want my chili…

Is it enough?

I go ahead and pour some in.

When to stop, nobody knows....

Note that I don’t mess with the shaker cap, that allows the dispensing of hot sauce in nice little drips and drops. Nope: I pour it right in!

And I never ever ever EVER actually measure hot sauce. That way, madness lies.

Now all I do is stir the pot a bit to blend everything together, put the lid on, and walk away. If it’s early in the day I’ll start with the pot set on “Low”, but then I’ll put it on “High” at around 5:00 pm (planning on eating sometime between 7:00 and 7:30). So it crocks away, happily filling the apartment with the scent of wonderful chili.

Here’s the finished pot:

The Chili - finished

As I noted above, Day One is simply bowls of chili with slices of warm buttered cornbread on the side. Day Two might be the same way. However, after that, I change things up a bit with the leftovers: the afore-mentioned chili-over-Fritos, perhaps. If I make an unusually thick chili, I might make a Chili Sandwich by putting reheated chili between two slices of rye toast. (By the way, I never reheat chili in the microwave. I just think it reheats better on the stove. I just scoop a serving into a small saucepan and heat it up on the burner.)

But ultimately, there’s the Chili Dog, which is pretty easily done. It’s a hot dog with chili on it, right? Well, I have some practices here as well:

First, the hot dog must have some flavor to it. My favorite hot dogs are Sahlen’s (a local Buffalo brand), but my favorite national brand is the Angus Beef dogs from Ball Park. These are terrific.

Second, I will only boil a hot dog in one case: The Daughter likes Kraft Mac-and-Cheese with a cut-up hot dog in it, so I’ll boil the dog in the same water I cook the noodles in. As a rule, I don’t like the texture of boiled or steamed hot dogs, and I’ll only accept them if I’m getting a dog from a street vendor in some city or other, and frankly, I can’t even remember the last time I did that. Hot dogs are best cooked on a grill. Failing that, I’ll pan-fry them in a bit of cooking spray until they’ve browned a bit, and then I’ll pour some water into the pan to cut down on the smoking and heat them all the way through.

Third: When making a Chili Dog, I always toast the bun. This is because the bun will soak up a lot of moisture from the chili, and if I don’t toast it, the bun will pretty much dissolve into the chili.

Fourth: When I make Chili Dogs at home, I make no allowances for picking up the dog and eating at as one would normally eat a hot dog. I assume that a fork is needed.

Fifth: Diced onions and shredded Cheddar cheese are a must.

So, here’s the procedure for a Chili Dog at Casa Jaquandor: toast a bun, put a hot dog in the bun, smother the thing in reheated chili, and then top with diced onion and shredded Cheddar cheese. The result?

Chili dogs: yummm!

Happy eating!

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Thirty Day Challenge: Day Twelve

Where Your Family Is From

Well, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?

Oh, we need a more specific answer, I suppose. Here we go!

More specific than that? OK then….

Well, since I don’t know what specific streets my parents lived on as children, here’s the best I can do.

Yup, we come from Pittsburgh. The Steel City. Iron City. Boo-yeah!

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Thirty Day Challenge: Day Eleven

Recent Picture of Yourself

Well, OK. Here are some goofy photos I took of myself during a writing session. This is what writing looks like. Kind of.

Here I’m trying to decide if a certain character should meet a spectacularly grisly demise in a skateboard accident, or become King of Westphalia:

"Should I kill that character or not?"

Here I’m trying to decide which synonym for “exsanguinate” I want to use in a particular sentence:

"Now what word am I looking for here?"

Here I’ve just realized that my two main characters, who have been flirting with one another for several stories, are in fact brother and sister! Who knew!!!

"AHHH! I got it!"

Here I’m starting to question the wisdom of setting my tale of star-crossed lovers who must overcome the societal bonds of class to be with each other forever on a cruise ship that is doomed to sink on its maiden voyage.

"Is this crap any good?"

And here I’ve finally seized upon Inspiration and am following her directions to the production of amazing prose:

"DIE WORDS DIE"

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY

Clearly, I need to start interviewing for a better muse. This one is basically an office temp with a bad attitude.

So there you have it: recent pictures of me! Hooray!

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Something for Thursday

It’s Earth Day. Here’s Vangelis’s “Heaven and Hell”, the part used for the main titles of Carl Sagan’s great series Cosmos:

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

Carl Sagan
(via)

We speak for Earth. It behooves us on Earth Day to remember that.

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Thirty Day Challenge: Day Ten

Favorite Outfit

Another no-brainer question, huh?

Chapeau!

Winter Light

At one with...the living room

DIYer at work

…and so on and so forth.

I noted some months ago how bemused I am at the whole idea that there’s an industry whose job it is to determine what “looks good”, clothing-wise, and that people will think something looks really good one year but then, some years later, react with horror that they ever dressed that way, and then, some years even later after that, end up wearing something pretty close to what they had in the first place. I remember seeing 1970s styles recur with a bang in the 1990s, and I’m sure that kind of thing is going to happen again soon.

From time to time I see blog posts and articles out there that opine that overalls were an awful, awful trend in the 90s and that no one older than five or who doesn’t work on a farm should wear them and they’re not flattering and yada yada yada. I even saw a bunch of people who weighed in on Jesse James’s cheating on Sandra Bullock by saying thing like “What do you expect from a guy who wears overalls?” Ye Gods! Oh well. But I remember that overalls weren’t strictly a 1990s thing; I saw them off and on pretty much from the 1970s onward. And even when they became really popular in the 90s, overalls weren’t a brand new fad that no one had ever heard of before. They didn’t show up when grunge music became popular, or when somebody was wearing them with one strap unfastened in some music video. They were always around.

As for overalls being “unflattering”, well — I’ve never really understood what “flattering” means. I do know that the prevailing fashion today, and for a number of years now, is for tight clothes that reveal every curve of the body. I don’t get this, frankly, having never been a fan of tight-fitting clothes, but there it is. “Flattering” seems to equal “revealing”, and overalls certainly aren’t revealing. There’s no denying that: overalls are more concealing than anything else.

But here’s the thing, and it’s why I’ve always thought that women tend to look so good in them (as long as they’re not wearing a pair that’s literally two sizes too big or anything like that). They’re only partially concealing, and if they hide certain curves, they don’t do so completely, and they don’t do so from all angles. I find overalls flattering in the sense that they’re suggestive. They’re teasing and playful. That’s what I like about them. Here’s an example. This woman has no shirt on under them (I think), but that’s the point — you can’t tell! Here’s another example — now, I grant that overalls don’t do a whole lot to accentuate the female posterior, but as I’m not what they call an “ass-man” (wow, I hate that term, but it’s all I got), I’m not bothered, and you still get a sense of that woman’s shape without having it completely revealed by clothes that reveal every inch of her personal topography. Ditto here, here, here…well, you get the idea. Not so much here, but that’s my point. There’s no need to look clownish!

The hippie couple

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