Whew!
Here is a quick final catch-up before I leave on vacation. American Airlines has already pissed me off, by the way, but that’s hardly news. Since I saved a ton of money by burning up some Advantage miles, I will kvetch only in an undertone.
Election: I was relatively satisfied with the election results. My district was no surprise at all. As I have said before, we are so blue that we are practically indigo, and the incumbent Gerry Connelly was re-elected by a large margin. The more important races in Virginia resulted in Jennifer Wexton and Abigail Spanberger retaining their seats. Alas, Elaine Luria lost her seat, largely due to redistricting, with much of the Eastern shore moved into VA 2 and large swaths of the Hampton Roads area moved out.
Pierre Bensusan: Some time in the early 1980’s I was randomly flipping radio dials and heard an NPR program playing “La Bistrangue,” a French-Canadian dance I know from my years of folk dancing. So I started listening to that show and a couple of other Celtic music shows, resulting in my hearing some music by a French guitarist named Pierre Bensusan. It turned out that he was going to be performing at the Julia Morgan Theatre, which was quite close to where I lived in Berkeley. In short, between his records and seeing him live, he became pretty much my favorite living musician. I’ve seen him perform at least 20 times, probably more.
Well, obviously, he wasn’t touring during the pandemic. (And it turned out that he had a health crisis of his own in there, though he didn’t provide any details about that.) But he went back on the road recently and one of his last concerts on his America tour was at Jammin’ Java, which is just up the road from where I live. Astonishingly, I had no schedule conflicts, so of course I was there. And, of course, he was brilliant. (And, of course, I bought his latest CD.) His English is so much better than it was 40 years ago, too. The best story he told had to do with how he ended up playing guitar on a song recorded by Donny Osmond, who I had a brief crush on somewhere around the Partridge Family days.
I always feel privileged to have access to so much great live music nearby.
Stereo Mystery: Thinking about listening to records in that apartment in Berkeley reminds me that somebody had given me a stereo system. I can’t for the life of me remember the circumstances behind that. It’s possible that it was left behind by the first housemate I had there. I’m fairly sure that stereo system did not come with me when I moved to Los Angeles, however, and I have no idea what became of it.
Thanksgiving: Because I am overwhelmed and life is chaotic, I just did Thanksgiving dinner for myself. I made roasted turkey breast, wild rice with onions and mushrooms (I was going to add pecans, but forgot to), tahini-glazed carrots, and succotash. I had salad with lemon-basil vinaigrette as a starter and apple-cranberry crumble for dessert. I have a lot of leftovers in the freezer. (Well, not any salad. And the succotash started out from frozen to begin with.) Among the many things I am thankful for is having a decent-sized freezer!
Duolingo: I started doing Duollngo in an attempt to learn a bit more Spanish before my upcoming trip. Their way of gamifying language learning certainly makes it easier to study. I’m currently in the middle of Unit 22, out of 207. I will note that their explanations of a few things don’t quite work for me, some of which reflects on problems with the English language, e.g. the dozens of different meanings of “excuse me,” making me unsure when to use “perdon” vs. “disculpe.” I also find that they have some inconsistency in identifying typos vs. actual mistakes, though that probably works in my favor as often as it works against me. Finally, I’m noticing that I am way more competitive than I realized, as I end up spending a lot of time making sure I stay at the top of my current league. That will probably taper off once I make it through all of the achievement levels. Anyway, I’m having fun with it.
Story Swaps: Last Saturday night was the monthly Voices in the Glen swap. I told my story “Dites-la en Huit Langues,” which has to do with how a universal phrasebook I bought at a used book stall at a fair in New Hampshire ruined my life by leading me to attempt to learn several languages. And just now I went to a zoom story swap put on by Community Storytellers in Los Angeles, where I told a folktale from Afghanistan about a lion who didn’t know how to read.
Election: I was relatively satisfied with the election results. My district was no surprise at all. As I have said before, we are so blue that we are practically indigo, and the incumbent Gerry Connelly was re-elected by a large margin. The more important races in Virginia resulted in Jennifer Wexton and Abigail Spanberger retaining their seats. Alas, Elaine Luria lost her seat, largely due to redistricting, with much of the Eastern shore moved into VA 2 and large swaths of the Hampton Roads area moved out.
Pierre Bensusan: Some time in the early 1980’s I was randomly flipping radio dials and heard an NPR program playing “La Bistrangue,” a French-Canadian dance I know from my years of folk dancing. So I started listening to that show and a couple of other Celtic music shows, resulting in my hearing some music by a French guitarist named Pierre Bensusan. It turned out that he was going to be performing at the Julia Morgan Theatre, which was quite close to where I lived in Berkeley. In short, between his records and seeing him live, he became pretty much my favorite living musician. I’ve seen him perform at least 20 times, probably more.
Well, obviously, he wasn’t touring during the pandemic. (And it turned out that he had a health crisis of his own in there, though he didn’t provide any details about that.) But he went back on the road recently and one of his last concerts on his America tour was at Jammin’ Java, which is just up the road from where I live. Astonishingly, I had no schedule conflicts, so of course I was there. And, of course, he was brilliant. (And, of course, I bought his latest CD.) His English is so much better than it was 40 years ago, too. The best story he told had to do with how he ended up playing guitar on a song recorded by Donny Osmond, who I had a brief crush on somewhere around the Partridge Family days.
I always feel privileged to have access to so much great live music nearby.
Stereo Mystery: Thinking about listening to records in that apartment in Berkeley reminds me that somebody had given me a stereo system. I can’t for the life of me remember the circumstances behind that. It’s possible that it was left behind by the first housemate I had there. I’m fairly sure that stereo system did not come with me when I moved to Los Angeles, however, and I have no idea what became of it.
Thanksgiving: Because I am overwhelmed and life is chaotic, I just did Thanksgiving dinner for myself. I made roasted turkey breast, wild rice with onions and mushrooms (I was going to add pecans, but forgot to), tahini-glazed carrots, and succotash. I had salad with lemon-basil vinaigrette as a starter and apple-cranberry crumble for dessert. I have a lot of leftovers in the freezer. (Well, not any salad. And the succotash started out from frozen to begin with.) Among the many things I am thankful for is having a decent-sized freezer!
Duolingo: I started doing Duollngo in an attempt to learn a bit more Spanish before my upcoming trip. Their way of gamifying language learning certainly makes it easier to study. I’m currently in the middle of Unit 22, out of 207. I will note that their explanations of a few things don’t quite work for me, some of which reflects on problems with the English language, e.g. the dozens of different meanings of “excuse me,” making me unsure when to use “perdon” vs. “disculpe.” I also find that they have some inconsistency in identifying typos vs. actual mistakes, though that probably works in my favor as often as it works against me. Finally, I’m noticing that I am way more competitive than I realized, as I end up spending a lot of time making sure I stay at the top of my current league. That will probably taper off once I make it through all of the achievement levels. Anyway, I’m having fun with it.
Story Swaps: Last Saturday night was the monthly Voices in the Glen swap. I told my story “Dites-la en Huit Langues,” which has to do with how a universal phrasebook I bought at a used book stall at a fair in New Hampshire ruined my life by leading me to attempt to learn several languages. And just now I went to a zoom story swap put on by Community Storytellers in Los Angeles, where I told a folktale from Afghanistan about a lion who didn’t know how to read.