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a beautiful sunset at Coronado Beach 11/10/12

Back from California which feels good. To run on one’s own neighborhood’s sidewalk, to hike in one’s familiar woods, to cook one’s own food, to eat one’s own mother’s famous spaghetti sauce, to sleep in one’s own bed, to see one’s own children in the flesh.

It is my father’s birthday today. He would have been a whopping 91 years old. Yeesh. What does that make me? Still a girl who lost her father too young is what.

I liked La Jolla, somewhat, especially the ocean and the pretty architecture and being able to ride bikes around and the beautiful plants, flowers, and trees and the birds one doesn’t find in the Eastern US and the art outside the museum and the food, some of the food anyway. I loved our B and B and Margaret, the innkeeper and chef. I liked some of the food in San Diego. I did not like Coronado, but I did like the pretty beach. It was so windy, the sand whipped at our feet and the stainless steel public toilet made our ass skin very cold.

Who says ass skin? Nobody, nobody but me. Try it, though. It is not as easy as it seems. It is practically a tongue twister. And I’ll stop right there lest you get ideas and think of any double-entendres.

Long ago, I thought I would chronicle my travels, no matter how humble and close-to-home, by taking photos of myself in the facilities (the “loo” in other words) of places I visited. Probably due to my restless nature, I did not stick with the plan, though on occasion, I do remember to take a picture (if I’m lucky enough to have remembered my camera).

I do not have a photo of the stainless steel toilets from the public restrooms at either La Jolla or Coronado, but when I searched google images, I found a lot of photos of fancy, $1200 stainless steel toilets, presumably for the asses of Romney-type voters (Koch, Bush, Rove, but let’s watch those double-entendres, plz).

We had the pleasure of yet more friends coming to visit us from further north in California, this time a couple who we already know. You may recall we met Ms. Coldiron for the first time earlier in the week.

We went to a little park just a block from the sea and we sat on a bench and we sang songs to a guitar and a banjo. It had been a long, long time. Seven years maybe, gasp.

When we were singing in the little park, freezing our buns off, a little wedding was going on. Sometimes I sang a little bit loud, what one might describe as enthusiastically, I think, and when we all realized a wedding going on (because we weren’t quite sure at first), we tried to be a little quieter. The amazing thing is that the wedding people never asked us to stop. It was all so groovy, but it didn’t really feel hippy groovy or California groovy like you’d think, but it was groovy nonetheless.

The song I most remember grooving to was this one. We sounded pretty good, but I think Susan and George’s fingers must have been about frozen. Amen.

Here is a photo of the handle in the bathroom on the Star of India at the Maritime Museum in San Diego

Of course it is not me peeing, but it is what I was looking at as I sat. The ship originally did not have modern toilets as it was an old ship, but even these “modern” pieces of hardware are more beautiful and solid than most of what one finds nowadays.

One thinks of other things one can describe as solid brass.

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I have wanted to do a post about Dead Flowers‘ songs FOREVER. As I sat to do it tonight, it became so boring. I’ve thought about this topic and these songs for over a year and here I am, bored.

That’s the killer. The no voice. It’s the killer of Improv and it’s the killer of poetry. Hell, let’s call it the Killer of Love while we’re at it. No. No. No. Don’t do it. Don’t write the line. Don’t wake in the middle of the night with that image, that fish that eats your side, that river that is dammed up with golden leaves, ice forming at the edges.

But I think I’m going with it anyway, because, let’s face it, this is not a poem. This is not Improv. This is not lovemaking and in those cases, I’d find the yes, I would do it. I would grab my pen by the throat and stab the paper. Only this blog is my paper right now. These songs are in my head and they are on youtube and it’s all pretty foolish, what with everything getting pulled eventually due to copyright clauses. See how the voices come?

I’ll give you one okay? If you are paying attention, why not come back over here with at least one other of the 4 I had in mind. Let’s compare notes.

I love this song so much. They stole everything anyway, but this has their unique twist on it. The golden age of the Stones. I love singing harmony right alongside when I’m driving in my car with it at

TURN IT UP REAL LOUD volume

back when Mick was pretty. Man did I love it when Mick was pretty.

See how I’ve even turned any day of the week into Music Monday? That’s a lot of yessing.

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How much can you say and in how many ways about the leaves of fall?

My camera has been taken from me, I have no fancy phone device with which to replace it. I can say that it has rained every day FOREVER, at least a little drizzle. Where is the sun? The leaves are all either a. green or b. yellow. Where are the crimsons, the vermillions, the intense oranges? What are some other words for the color orange? I know it’s cheesy when I do that, but I like to do it anyway. Just once in a while.

This is an autumnal song, but don’t you know, I NEVER knew it had Tolkien references in it because I was not a LOTR geek. Only realized it mentions Mordor and Golem after Hubby told me.

This is from last year, mid-October, a little later than today’s date, and before our Halloween-weekend snowstorm which took so many of our oaks and maples. This is taken on the campus of The Hartsbrook School, my kids’ old Waldorf school. Not bad, hunh? But you can see this was my old water-spot-on-the-lens camera.

Here, you can really tell that it’s later in the season. The Holyoke Range, October 2011:

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I added one mile on my bike ride tonight since my last ride. And I added one mile per hour, too (mostly because I was doing more downhills). I went through one loop of Amherst’s new, 6 million dollar, double-roundabout, perhaps the most puzzling road construction I’ve ever lived through. WTF, Amherst, WTF?

photo from Daily Hampshire Gazette 8-1-12

not my car, but about the size of any car that should be expected to fit in the mini-lanes of our new roundabout

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I keep singing this in my head. From my kids’ iPod, but a song which she got from her Dad.

How good is this song? So Good. So Blue.

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until further notice

that is all, twinkly

 

 

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How can you not be full of gratitude on a day like today? It’s beautiful outside, cool and crisp and sunny. The strong wind that whipped around the Valley every day for over a week has finally subsided. It will probably climb into the upper 60s later on. Yum.

This morning, our dear young friend is undergoing major surgery in Montreal, a full spinal fusion, from the sacrum up. It will take up to 8 hours. My mind will be on that at times throughout the day.

I’ve been listening anew to a bunch of Julian Cope. Wishing I could hear Jehovahkill though we somehow lost the disc; it was actually my initiation album to all things Arch Drude.

Julian Cope is as crazy as a loon, but he has managed to crank out some great stuff over his three decades on the scene. This from the stellar Peggy Suicide

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The other day in the car, I was listening to one of our local indie radio stations (yes, I know it’s quaint to listen to the radio) and this song came on and hit me over the head like a ton of bricks. How could it not? It’s crazy and bold and unusual and annoying and entrancing and her voice, well, it’s powerful and clear and schmaltzy and beautiful and perfect for musical theater and it draws me right in. I had to look it up on the playlist when I got home because its title wasn’t announced by the time I got out of the car. And if you think wiki qualifies as research, I did a tiny bit of that, too, just to be fair to the writers. I think it’s a brilliant song.

Yes, Hubby and Violet have finally made it back from China, both in all pieces, meaning each in one piece, at 2 this morning. It was high time.

No one seemed to read my post the other day. I swear, on my stats page, not one hit. What’s up with that? But if you do read it, it sort of makes this Music Monday more of a twofer, as they say in FM-radio parlance, but also, that means it should be posted on a Tuesday. But this isn’t FM radio, you dig? so I’m still in like Flynn.

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