Lucy mugs for a funny little company contest that requested a picture of her on the phone. We went the extra mile. Alternate poses here and here.
I'm sitting at the library eating illegal thai salad. The view from the fourth floor is just too enticing and I was simultaneously hungry, so you know — connect the dots. (bite)
I guess cops have never liked it when lawbreakers tell them "shouldn't you be out chasing people who have really done something wrong?" Anyway, it's the dead week, for adults. Or at least me. That's the week after xmas and before new years. I love dead week. It has the potential to be so — I don't know — dead. That usually is a condition intensified by a lot of snow which is semi-freakish anymore here in the bluegreass, enough so that people tend to run to grocery, buy lots of water and bread (why with the bread? I've never understood) and pretend that the end is nigh.
Not the end of the snow mind you, but The End. That's not the case today though. It's clear and beautiful. I promised myself a walk, as a kind of tribute both to dead week and the weather. A no-jacket, no-camera, no-errands walk. Okay, so i tucked my Treo and amazing folding keyboard into my pocket. What's the harm? Well, for me the harm is that I routinely try to multi-task all the time. It's become a real theme. In some ways my life has become a list; A list of ludicrous mixed magnitudes, where "buy another house" mingles freely with "get some okra." It's madness.
So the idea is that occasionally, I travel light and go for a walk. It rarely happens, but today it did. I felt better just knowing that it was warm outside. And that is why I consider moving. But in the meantime, the brisk walk. It's hard for me not to not to make lists in my head or even on this Treo. But today I'm trying not to.
Note to self: look into buddism to battle "future-itus"
See?? There I go again. How did i get this way? Why are more and more peo0ple becoming this way? I remember the first time I did business on a cell phone, walking down the street to pick up something at Kinkos. With an internal exclamation, i thought "wow, now I can get two things done at once." And it's been downhill ever since. I'm up to, like, 5 things at once. And that seems like an achievement, but I can't remember why I had to get all thesse things done. WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?
I'm taking a walk, that's what.
And maybe on the way, I'll drop a letter off at the post office, renew my Y membership, get a cup of coffee, pick up a couple of library books and and and …
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Nearly 2 hrs later, terry's got my turntable back in service! And I got to assist, even. Priceless.
Terry Layman directs his mad mad skills towards the rehabilitation of my failing JVC turntable, bought by me in 1982 and in constant service since that time.
Terry Leyman works his near-obsolete magic on my vintage life-long JVC turntable. I bought it in 1982 and it is just an amazing piece of technology that was merely in need of a little TLC from a latter day good shepherd of electronics.
The only turntable I've ever owned (a JVC L-F41 bought in 1982) is on the fritz but getting some TLC from the amazing Terry Layman, electronic repair wizard. There aren't too many left like Terry. Thank goodness I've got him.
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This year for Mecca's 7th Thriller, I eschewed my historic gig documenting the parade itself — there's a sea of photographers doing that now.
Instead, Zombie-master Mel had the bright idea to do a Zombie Photobooth, similar to the Belly Booth that I'd done for a Rachel Brice workshop last year.
I was curious because I wanted to test the bounds of instant print delivery a la Polaroid for the digital age. Without, y'know, the high expense of polaroid. So I set up a light kit and shot with my Canon XTi tethered to my laptop where they were slurped fairly-instantly into Adobe Lightroom. From there, I could print them immediately to this sweet little Lexmark P350 and Voila! Instant Zombie souvenir!
It was great fun. The tech was challenging and somewhat flakey, but basically workable.. The turnout was somewhat light (at the photobooth, not Thriller), but we'll work out the publicity next time. This was a great trial run!
Super fun at the 7th annual Thriller! In the Streets of Downtown Lexington, folks! If you weren't there, we're talking about over 200 dancing zombies, and thousands of onlookers. Yay to Mecca Live Studio, WRFL-FM and Lexington Parks and Recreation as well as the many many who helped out in one of the finest annual community events anywhere.
Here's the Thriller photo pool where you can see assorted people's shots and add your own! (please do!)
a magical nite for music. The elephant 6 holiday jam blasts away at a delighted choir. Away from the thronging round barn, it's a sea of breezy autumnal solitude. The red mile, lex ky
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This last weekend was a special time and with the somewhat unintended encouragement of pal Alyssum, I want to return to blogging for a bit — strict blogging, that is — which I think of as more of a journaling endeavor. And I love blogging for that, though I feel that I've been away from it for some time. The fact is, I've been much "too busy" for I-don't-know-how-long. And that kind of bothers me — my mom would say that it's a good thing, but I'm not so sure; I've seen this inspirational programmer named Philip Kerman speak several times and I think he would disagree. (and if you like that you might want to check him out some more).
Anyway — let's talk about Owensboro and the Western Kentucky Botanical Garden which isn't a radio station but does go by the web name WKGB. In Owensboro, it's called The Garden, and by many accounts it's been something of a joy for many there. For my parents, it's been that and somewhat much more, i.e., they started it, and — in their legendary relentlessness — have boosted it up and up. The toast (and toil) of their year has been the several-months residency of a series of sculptures called Big Bugs, which people have come from far and wide to see. KET even did a segment on it.
And the upshot of this — from the perspective of a self-centered blogger — is a strange collision of my past and present. For instance when KET made the trek to Owensboro to shoot The Garden, my friend Valerie was introduced to my parents; Lexington meets Owensboro, Part 1 of many.
Now, there are plenty of people who move away from their home to escape it forever, but that's never been my intention… okay — it most certainly has been my intention from time to time but not in recent memory; and I think in the intervening years since my departure (1986) I've proven to myself that I've carved enough of my own thang that I won't be conscribed to move back home, not that there's anything wrong with that — for other people. But for me, it's always been something that was important to prove to myself.
Which brings us oddly to this last weekend: Lexington really meets Owensboro, we'll call it. And vice versa. The Garden had been featuring a series of events called Wondrous Sundays, and I had engineered a couple of them on my folks' behalf, but not beyond coordinating a few handshakes — something that I love doing, by the way. And this time, I went along for a few reasons:
After a full-of-talk-and-music fun ride straight to a basket of G.D. Ritzy's shoestring potatoes on the outskirts of Owensboro, when it began to dawn on me: I was taking my Lexington life — which I'm pretty proud of — to my Owensboro roots, showing up with a circus cast of costumes and cultures… and that made me very happy.
Afterwards, we piled into Farhad's aformentioned sweet ride — six of us — and I got to give that uexpurgated tour of My Owensboro that I've always wanted to give and too often battered Lucy with. The tour goes places, but it also brings up stories and — while I choose a fracture of things to call my career — telling stories is one of the things, maybe the main thing, that gives me undeniable, unqualified joy.This is a cool little bit of electronica shared with me by pal Alyssum. You can get to free downloads of the tracks from the youtube page. For me, it's that somewhat rare gem: pleasant, ethereal, quirky and unique without being trite or exhausting.
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