Dusty Chalk

Went to Hilary Hahn, of course, that was sublime. She didn't come out for autographs, surprisingly, because "she wasn't feeling good". Which didn't show, because, amongst a terrific performance, they played three encores (one each solo, and once paired again). Justin, you have a much more critical ear for technique beyond just hitting the right notes than I do -- they certainly hit the right notes, but I do feel they evoked whatever it is they were trying to evoke successfully as well. In fact, the pianist made it look quite careless, like she just happened to be hitting the right notes without even trying. Perhaps she's simply improved since you saw her. I don't know. But as a reference point, she's much better than I will ever be. I'd be happy enough hitting the right notes. The Bach partita was particularly good, that was worth the price of admission right there. The Antheil sonata I also enjoyed a great deal -- reminiscent of Stravinsky a bit, and very cinematic. On the way in, I was asked by the attendant at the ticket booth if I knew my sister (by name)..."yes, she's my sister"..."for real?"..."ayup"...etc. Was slightly disorienting -- didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but she seemed pleased enough, so I forwarded some salutations to my sister. Unfortunately, my 'nockers fell apart, so I could only see what I could see anyway, and I sat towards the left (must remember to get a seat towards stage right...must remember to get a seat towards stage right...must remember...), so couldn't see the pianist's hands anyway. Oh, and this looks interesting.

LOL. I know that feeling. And yeah, for women, it's okay, but for men, not so much. A little dab 'll do you, moderation is twice as nice, and other proverbial generalities.

Aren't you worried about runaway acceleration? Just kidding, I think that's a conspiratorial lie perpetuated by asshole leadfoot Toyota owners. Nice looking car. Me: a couple of Hilary Hahn posters.

Glad you liked it, Al. Hа здоровье! It's pretty easy: Step 1: In a pitcher, mix one bottle of one of the oatmeal stouts with one bottle of Raisin d'Etre. Step 1.5: Before the pitcher overflows, stop pouring, switch to a bigger pitcher (moving previously poured contents to the larger pitcher). Resume at step 1. Step 2: drink. Step 2.5: stop drinking from pitcher, wipe chin, pour a glassful into a glass, resume at step 2, drinking from the glass this time. Step 3: make a mental note to chill the beer first for next time.

Happy birthday, man, glad you lived through another year.

Archer s02e01 -- yeah, that's the stuff, and it was worth the wait.

It needs some of those special effects:

Want. Me: Allison Moorer, Crows Sent from mah Droid

Allison Moorer, Mockingbird Sent from mah Droid

You know, if it wasn't for Summer Glau, I wouldn't be watching The Cape. On the bright side, she's finally beginning to relax enough to actually act.

Alright, zombie.

I had to look that up. :selfpalm: I really should rewatch that whole series.

When are you going to try any of those beers, Al? I'm dying to know if they've been ruined or not. Yeah, I know, that's probably off-putting, I wouldn't want to try a potentially skunked beer either. Maybe I should just shut up.

Nope -- they don't even do that much.

Re: Single White Feline -- the purring is the best part. My cats always purr when they're most dangerous. Or if they've just drawn blood. Obviously fiction, though. Cats don't clean up after themselves.

Ahm about to have some tea-flavored tea.

Sweet. Moar powa!

I'll take two. Mardi Gras, here I come.

Maybe something from the Spanish Inquisition era? Chant of some sort? Srsly: I want to say it looks like a Miles Davis album cover (one of the drawn ones, like Bitches Brew), but I'm not familiar enough with all of them to say which one, just that artistically, it looks right...

Black...drip...tar...history...Uncle Tom's Cabin, uncensored? Alright, I give up, not a clue. Well, it is black history month...

Community OMG, that's awesome -- there's a reference to something Jacob said right here on the forum: Pierce: I want you to have this. It's a compact record, and it contains an audio file of your study group talking about you while you're out of the room. It's all here, burnt into this diskette by optical lasers. Shirley: I don't believe you. Pierce: I know, it sounds like science fiction...

Fax still down? They have a topping called "hot dog" -- it's basically the reverse of a chili dog -- chunks of hot dog distributed over a chili bowl. Not bad, but I think I prefer it the other way 'round.

No, I won't make that mistake again. I thought the frowny faces were because I didn't notice her. So I take it you're not interested in going? (Kinda late, but I could probably find a seat nearby if you do want to go. But I also didn't think you'd want to spend $75+ right now. But all you violinists are in the same club, so y'all let each other in to your concerts for free anyway, right?)

What? Oh. (ahem) I mean, it looks like a bunch of piano and violin works. (See above link.)

Nothing, but about to go get some chili (it's national chili day at Hard Times).