If you happen to be in the Los Angeles, CA area tonight, I'll be playing with my new trio Uncle Junior at Genghis Cohen in Beverly Hills. We start at 8p, about a 45-minute acoustic set. Cover is $7 at the door.
See you there if I see you there...
Apropos of my NMR for March, I have decided to limit blogging to areas in which I want to develop expertise, viz., selected topics in philosophy (ethics, science, mind, Nietzsche), music, perhaps law.
While the odd impulse post might fall outside of those bounds, I hereby incorporate Daniel Davies's wisdom in "closing the books" on the following topics:
If it is any consolation,** my silence on these will probably not constitute any great loss.*
Driving up into Kentucky near the exit for Kentucky Bourbon Trail, big sign reads: “HELL IS REAL.”
Across the street, another big sign: “ADULT BOOKS & VIDEO.” Which is also real, and probably has more customers besides.
[Pic by The Enchantress.]
The recent dearth of blogging in this space is less the result of a conscious decision to blog less than it is an epiphenomenon of my New Year's Resolution to keep a rigorous calendar. Part of this regime is a daily module for scheduling each subsequent day's agenda. And, turns out, when you deliberately schedule the modules of activity for each day, it's difficult to justify a general "blogging" module. (Try it, you'll see.)
Number 13: When you find out your old primary school (in my case, Smale Preparatory School in Barbados, West Indies) has become a bona fide ruin:
Crossing the moraine,
Forcing cold from my path:
Every saccade gives rise to a new I (a new eye)
And annihilates an old one.
I put a new song ("Memories of You") up on my MySpace page a couple of weeks back, but forgot to mention it here. You've been served.
My dad yesterday recounted a story involving a friend (of my dad's generation) who professed both unfamiliarity with the word 'cannabis' and an inability to find that word in a dictionary -- two odd bits of cognitive incapacitation that rather ironically suggest a robust familiarity with the substance in issue, if not its designation.
Anyway, this got me thinking about basic dictionary-using competence. Seems like if you weren't good at using a dictionary, you'd have a need for a reference work, say, "Dictionaries for Dummies." But then given the very incapacity in issue, you'd need another reference work for that, ostensibly "'Dictionaries for Dummies' for Dummies." And so on. This obviously leads to a pedagogically vicious regress. Turns out, then, dictionary illiteracy is irremediable.
As a corollary, it is impossible that you are comprehending this post at all.
The Enchantress and I got to talking about television shows we liked as kids. The pickin's in Barbados were slim, but one show I used to watch was "B.J. and the Bear."
It was only as I explained to TE why I used to want to be B.J. McKay (which character was played by Greg Evigan) that I realized how exquisitely preposterous the show concept was:
Well, honey, B.J. McKay was a really cool, handsome itinerant trucker who always got hot chicks and wound up involved in dramatic adventures. And he owned a chimp named "Bear."
Right...
And of course it turns out that several people have youtubed the show's intro theme and montage. ("And best of all I don't pay property tax!") It doesn't get much better than that.
I rarely buy books. Instead, I use the LAPL's reserve system. I put a hold on a book, and (usually) within days the requested item is at my branch.
Today's delivery was one of the better ones:
The following item(s) you requested are
being held for you at [Branch]:Nietzsche, Friedrich (Ed. Clark, Leiter)
DaybreakRama, Marie; Mariani, John
Grilling for Dummies
I'm thinking Nietzsche would not have approved of the company he was keeping.
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