Saturday, January 31, 2009
I was tempted to just let the previously mentioned review fade into internet obscurity without a mention, because it is BAD. Not bad as in the band is bad (though I have some words about that), but bad as in when I read it over I think a fifteen year old wrote it (no offense Anna, you're sixteen anyway), and then I remember it was me. But that wouldn't be very honest of me here, to not mention it, so I'm pointing you to it, if you care, in all its embarrassing glory. I got fed up, and time was up, and even though I was still reading sentences going 'What are you even talking about?' I went ahead and pushed go. The thing is, I didn't mind the music so much, I actually like the guy's voice, but other elements of the album overshadowed the musical strengths and left me with the overal...oh geez. I'm summing up just as poorly here as I did in the actual review. Enough of that.
I'm done doing music reviews though. I love music but I'm tired of trying to vary this theme; 'The lyrics delicately walk a tightrope, balancing between cliche and obscure...' I write that sentence for just about every review and have to stop and say 'Seriously? That's all you can come up with?' It's HARD. I've used every synonym for 'vocals' and 'lyrics' that thesaurus.com provides. I'd rather do something easy. So I'm solely book reviews from now on. And there are some really good ones coming up.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Drinking locally grown tarragon tea (? and !) that showed up in my CSA bag this week, and trying to write a gracious review about a band that I have nothing good to say about. That's what I get for trying something new.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Later she stole all our money. Note the cheat sheet in front of her - she'd never played poker before. Grrr.
The rest of us consoled ourselves with wine and peppermint bark (thanks Keiko!)
He is not faking this, he really bowls, and bowls well, with this pose finishing every shot. We all stood in awe.
Note 2 things: 1) Lisa is holding a toddler and 2) Lisa's bowl is perfectly centered (2 seconds later there was a Strike) while holding a toddler.
It's not enough that she looks like Jane Seymour. She has to bowl like a superstar as well.
I failed to capture the ridiculously adorable toddler, Sonora, because she is a wiggly one. I couldn't stop taking pictures of her, so I have about a million, but they're all blurry as can be and she deserves better than blur. Certain events in Sonora's near future will ensure that I have a pretty good chance, or at least a lot of time to get the perfect picture of her, so someday she'll show up here in all her baby perfection.
And now, laundry.