BIrds and book, day 90 of 2012 (side of motets)
Sadly, if I ever *do* have anything about which to write aside from the neverending birds and book listing, it's too late and I'm too tired to write anything intelligent because I've been experiencing whatever that "more interesting" thing might be. Which is the case tonight. Eli and I are just in after hearing the Seattle Choral Company's "Romantic Masters: Choral Motets by Mendelssohn, Bruckner, and Brahams" (Look, I didn't say I'd been experiencing "more hip," I said "more interesting" and that's clearly open to interpretation) and it was lovely--especially the Bruckner--and sociologically interesting. (Why is it that men in choirs tend to have hair and other tics that are evidence of trying too hard while women in choirs seem relatively normal?) But I'm so tired that I opted for a cab rather than waiting ten minutes for a bus so I just don't feel I can go into an detail. (Well, aside from the hair thing. You know the hair Gary Oldman has in The Fifth Element? One of the tenors seemed to be going for that look--and pretty successfully, too.) Christopher McCafferty, who sang the solo bits in the Ave Maria, had fairly normal hair and he was particularly fine. I'd dispense with the organ entirely throughout. Really, if I had my way, the organ would never have been invented.
The cookies were excellent, too.
Birds
black-capped chickadees
robins
crows
pigeons
gulls
mallards
starlings
bushtits
Canada geese
western grebe
Anna's hummingbird
dark-eyed junco
bald eagle
Book
Ragnarok page 61
I made progress on my book because Metro was particularly sucky. I waited a good long time for the #125 bus, getting bloody cold and windblown in the process, and then it was snarled in traffic downtown. The driver was a stickler for regulations since, she said, if I injured myself on the sidewalk outside of the designated bus zone, Metro wouldn't pay for her attorney should I sue. I suppose she had a point but it was damned irritating anyway. If I had a car dealership, I'd ride Metro and sell cars to people while they were fed up with public transportation.
Oh, and the price for a will from Jensen Law? Six hundred dollars. I should have stuck with the nice people in West Seattle.
To close on a happier note, Cafe Kanape at the north end of Broadway was quite nice though, unfortunately, out of borscht.
The cookies were excellent, too.
Birds
black-capped chickadees
robins
crows
pigeons
gulls
mallards
starlings
bushtits
Canada geese
western grebe
Anna's hummingbird
dark-eyed junco
bald eagle
Book
Ragnarok page 61
I made progress on my book because Metro was particularly sucky. I waited a good long time for the #125 bus, getting bloody cold and windblown in the process, and then it was snarled in traffic downtown. The driver was a stickler for regulations since, she said, if I injured myself on the sidewalk outside of the designated bus zone, Metro wouldn't pay for her attorney should I sue. I suppose she had a point but it was damned irritating anyway. If I had a car dealership, I'd ride Metro and sell cars to people while they were fed up with public transportation.
Oh, and the price for a will from Jensen Law? Six hundred dollars. I should have stuck with the nice people in West Seattle.
To close on a happier note, Cafe Kanape at the north end of Broadway was quite nice though, unfortunately, out of borscht.