Fruitful
Busy weekend, gotta say.
Retrieval of andmiss from the chilly beaches of Florida to the sunny beaches of Canada was probably the biggest news, and it was absolutely delightful. I like that one; also she can punch like heck so it is unwise to displease her.
Today I plugged in my new Yamaha P-95 keyboard and started going through my set of Oscar Peterson jazz exercises I used to play with my piano teacher Harvey something like 20 years ago. I miss Harvey a lot, and I really want to reconnect with my fingers, and so I'll call it a holiday indulgence but it's also a useful way to help me notebash at home for my two choirs.
Earlier, I caught "The King's Speech", and I'll talk about it over on Stolen Recognizer later. Before that, andmiss and I wandered around with Jon and Nish whom we'd intercepted quite serendipitously at Bloor-Yonge station, following up with a trip to Fabricland (FABRICLAND!) and then to check in on alienne4's cat, and finally dessert at Vegetarian Haven, including very curious apple fritters (honestly just deep-fried apple slices) and red bean pancake, plus of course the epic CAKESHAKE -- a smoothie with no kidding a cake in it.
Earlier still, endless chilling with 30 Rock and Pixel, followed by a viewing of "World's Greatest Dad" to which I'll try to do justice on Stolen Recognizer after I document the Firth flick.
Before that was New Year's Day, involving a game of "Seven Wonders" with Danny, Samy, Euge, Laura, and Ora and her friend Mary-Ellen, recently arrived from New Orleans. A neat, fun game with a three-round rotating-resource play that reminded me of a cross between Roll Through the Ages and Guillotine.
Prior to that I spent some time with parents and sister playing Wii Fit and sofa-lounging, and before that was New Year's Eve, one part at Eugene and Carla's and the next at Andrew and Melina's, the former involving some Guitar Hero and crackers, the latter Jurassic Park and other generic insanity (including yakking away about the Classics Conference, a bizarre extracurricular academic conference that must be seen to be believed).
Yes, it feels like an absurdly long weekend so far. And you're damned right that it's a better, less horrific start to 2011 than it was in 2010. You never know what's coming, but if this sets the pace, I'm not complaining.
Retrieval of andmiss from the chilly beaches of Florida to the sunny beaches of Canada was probably the biggest news, and it was absolutely delightful. I like that one; also she can punch like heck so it is unwise to displease her.
Today I plugged in my new Yamaha P-95 keyboard and started going through my set of Oscar Peterson jazz exercises I used to play with my piano teacher Harvey something like 20 years ago. I miss Harvey a lot, and I really want to reconnect with my fingers, and so I'll call it a holiday indulgence but it's also a useful way to help me notebash at home for my two choirs.
Earlier, I caught "The King's Speech", and I'll talk about it over on Stolen Recognizer later. Before that, andmiss and I wandered around with Jon and Nish whom we'd intercepted quite serendipitously at Bloor-Yonge station, following up with a trip to Fabricland (FABRICLAND!) and then to check in on alienne4's cat, and finally dessert at Vegetarian Haven, including very curious apple fritters (honestly just deep-fried apple slices) and red bean pancake, plus of course the epic CAKESHAKE -- a smoothie with no kidding a cake in it.
Earlier still, endless chilling with 30 Rock and Pixel, followed by a viewing of "World's Greatest Dad" to which I'll try to do justice on Stolen Recognizer after I document the Firth flick.
Before that was New Year's Day, involving a game of "Seven Wonders" with Danny, Samy, Euge, Laura, and Ora and her friend Mary-Ellen, recently arrived from New Orleans. A neat, fun game with a three-round rotating-resource play that reminded me of a cross between Roll Through the Ages and Guillotine.
Prior to that I spent some time with parents and sister playing Wii Fit and sofa-lounging, and before that was New Year's Eve, one part at Eugene and Carla's and the next at Andrew and Melina's, the former involving some Guitar Hero and crackers, the latter Jurassic Park and other generic insanity (including yakking away about the Classics Conference, a bizarre extracurricular academic conference that must be seen to be believed).
Yes, it feels like an absurdly long weekend so far. And you're damned right that it's a better, less horrific start to 2011 than it was in 2010. You never know what's coming, but if this sets the pace, I'm not complaining.