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This little winter storm, with sleet making
hiking or kite-flying pretty hard to do,
got me into a cooking mood. My beef stew--simply cooked with browned beef, potatoes, carrots, bouillon, a bit of tomato soup--is nearly done.
I feel a sense of accomplishment, since I like to cook with a crock pot, but rarely do it anymore.

Rented The Kings of Comedy movie. I don't like every movie he directs, but I'm sure glad we have a director like Spike Lee, who knows to capture moments like these. It's an antidote to the corporate mainstream culture we usually see on TV or at the movies. My own theory is that the internet and improving technologies should make us all capture a broader culture than TV and magazines and movies do. That's what appeals to me about mail art, or ebaying my poetry book.
It's a channel around popular media. Similarly, I begin to mistrust all the folks I've known who have a need to be "writers" or "musicians". Perhaps all artistic expression should be a hobby, not a job. Then we'd see many more people hearing many more amateur chamber concerts, and much less
money being spent on gala symphony halls. There's two sides of the story, but at least I can watch the film (rented, of course, at Blockbuster).

I'm going to write to the ambient artist Diatonis to tell him how much I enjoy his new CD. I found out about it on an internet board at
Really soothing stuff, mostly synth, but multi-instrumental. I believe that CD has number 19 or some such written on it, so it must be a limited issue indeed. The great thing about nowadays is that the littlest artist with a few grand can
do competitive stuff. This, plus the internet,
means the end of record company hegemony.
The path out is not the plagiarists or the
napsterites. The paths out are good old fashioned competing companies, and fans leaving mainstream music behind and finding everything on the 'net.
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I'm reading Lady Anna, by Anthony Trollope. I'm a big Trollope fan; I remember seeing him described as the Shakespeare of the lending library, which pretty much
sums up my middlebrow tastes. I like all the conventional
Victorian and Edwardian "good storytellers", much more than
the innovators. I first picked up Lady Anna used last summer in Book Soup in Hollywood when I was staying over on a work trip. I'd read a pretty fair number of Trollope in a row at that time, and the plot didn't hold me. I put the book on my nightstand at home, roughly halfway through. This morning I picked it back up; it's great the way I remembered the whole plot so far. The novel's one of those
girl-choosing-between-rich-guy-and-poor-guy, although, like a lot of Trollope, the plot is subservient to the mild amusements about human nature in which his writing excels.

Today at work I broke open the CD of Tom Heasley's
Where the Earth Meets the Sky. Heasley's kinda a unique beast--an ambient artist whose principal instrument is the tuba. He actually managed to put a bit of cetacean atmosphere in a piece about "Monterey Bay", without it seeming all treachly and new age-y and Free Willy-y.
I liked it so much I immediately wrote an review of it. My Suzanne Vega review got voted Very Helpful recently, but I think Heasley and my review of him is much less accessible. I don't know what I did before I found on a google search recently, but it's sure sparked my interest in music. Now if I could only find my copy of Live! in the Air Age! I'd be back in heaven.

I signed up for the Suzanne Vega mail list some time ago.
The people there write such great concert descriptions about her shows. I don't have that gift. I tried to post at hypnos about the Dylan concert we saw a few weeks ago, and all I could really say was it's amazing how much material he has that I don't really know. Great show, that, though--he managed to seem connected to the audience, giving little quick bows in his cowboy hat and kinda "dude ranch" boots. I thought it was great that they did "All Along the Watchtower", but I kinda wished someone had tried to Hendrix up the guitars.

In my album of covers, I'd definitely play Black Oak Arkansas' "Gravel Roads". Also, I'd do a kazoo solo to Be Bop Deluxe's "Adventures in a Yorkshire Landscape",
do my best Arkansas-meets-NYC version of Ms. Vega's
"Ironbound/Fancy Poultry Parts", and perhaps Bowie's "Letter from Hermione" (love that lyric "I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to say/but I can see it's not okay").
I am just a four track machine and a silly ebay ad from
personal exhibition.

This weekend I'm batcheloring it; Mandatory Continuing Legal Education on line, perhaps a little tandoori chicken,
and a bit of poetry writing are the plan.

At dinner we talked about my friend Donnie, whose second marriage to a deeply devout woman made him a spectator
at the trial and expulsion of a congregation member
found guilty of the sin of living with someone without the benefit of marriage. I think it was the democracy of it all that caught his eye. He's a few wives down the trail now.


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