Weekend accomplishments
Saturday was busy, so I got showered and dressed as soon as I was done making breakfast/cleaning up. (My brother and I do all the cooking between us, and we are very careful never to leave a mess for the other person.) I picked up a couple of Phil's prescriptions at the pharmacy and went to CVS. I had about 15 minutes before my hair appointment, so I ducked into Lagniappe Records just long enough to flip through the new (to the store) used vinyl. I found the first Dream Academy album, the one with "Life in a Northern Town", which was their one big hit, at least in the US. It was actually their very first single; it's supposedly an elegy for Nick Drake, an artist who I also own on vinyl. (Not-so-fun-fact, Drake died--probably by suicide, but it could have been an accident--2 days after I was born and, like Gram Parsons the year before, just short of eligibility for the 27 Club.) I've always thought they were underrated, kind of a proto dreampop band.
I told the owner who rang me up that I know I'm getting old because I'm starting to see more '80s music at used record stores. He confirmed that there does seem to be a slow shift away from '60s and '70s music, which has been the bulk of used vinyl for years, towards '80s music. Apparently Gen Z loves the 1980s, he says he has teenagers buying that music as often he does Gen Xers like me who grew up with it. The 1980s must seem like ancient history to teenagers today, as far away in time as WWII was to me at that age.
After my haircut I decided I felt normal enough--and had slept well enough the night before; sleep is always a huge factor in my anxiety levels--to try the Silent Book Club. It was nice! I liked the venue they held it at, Coffeweed Cottage, which I think hasn't been opened that long. I was hungry by then, so I got an egg sandwich on a croissant and a cup of chai tea. I talked a little bit to the organizer, who always asks everyone what they're reading (and low key makes sure everyone bought something, because it's not cool for a club to take up an entire coffee shop otherwise, I get it), and exchanged a few words with a couple other people, but mostly I just read (on my phone, I don't like for my Kindle to leave the house). It was pleasant to be around people but have zero pressure to interact if I didn't feel like it. I'll probably go again.
I left a little early, because I was starting to get antsy about the fact that it was almost 4:00 and I still had to go to the grocery store. I did that, went home, listened to my new record while I did some journaling. David made penne and smoked sausage in a spicy cream sauce, and after supper I finished Killers of the Flower Moon, which I had started the night before. Man, what is De Niro, 80? And he can still be scary as fuck. Also people were not kidding about Brendan Fraser's performance, JFC what was that.
Sunday I made waffles and bacon for breakfast, changed/washed the bed sheets, and skipped Dateline because it was one of those "new" episodes that's actually an older episode with like 5 minutes of new material at the end, and I already knew about the development they were going to cover in that case. Instead I watched this documentary on Hulu that David told me about, Too Funny to Fail, which was about that disastrous sketch comedy show that Dana Carvey had after he left Saturday Night Live. How disastrous? Well, they lost 6 million viewers during the first sketch... which was about Bill Clinton getting hormone therapy so he could breastfeed human babies, and also puppies and kittens.
I took a break from Baking Yesteryear to make Smitten Kitchen's grapefruit olive oil poundcake, something I make every January when the Texas ruby reds are at their peak.
But I still got to use my cookie scoops, when I made Bisquick drop biscuits with 5-cheese blend and rosemary to go with parmesan chicken and bacon caesar chopped salad.
The last episode of this season of Fargo gave me a powerful craving for Bisquick drop biscuits, IYKYK (and yes I did use buttermilk).
After supper I watched the first half of Dumb Money while waiting for the new episode of True Detective: Night Country. [Spoiler (click to open)]This season definitely ties into the first one, although I don't know how closely. But Travis was apparently, I think, Rust's father; when Rose and Navarro are talking, one of them gives his last name as "Cohle"--and I had the subtitles on, it was definitely Cohle. In season one, Rust mentions living with his father in Alaska for a lot of his childhood ("All I remembered about Texas is that it wasn't cold"), and he gave his father's cancer as the reason for his leave of absence from the state police in the 1990s timeline. Also, the conglomerate that funds Tsalal Station has "Tuttle" in the name; the Tuttles were the shadowy, malevolent family hovering in he background of season one. Hart and Cohle only wind up catching Errol Childress, one of their bastard offspring, and the main family rolls on totally unaffected. I don't know if any of this is going to be important, or if Issa López is just dropping Easter eggs for fun.
I told the owner who rang me up that I know I'm getting old because I'm starting to see more '80s music at used record stores. He confirmed that there does seem to be a slow shift away from '60s and '70s music, which has been the bulk of used vinyl for years, towards '80s music. Apparently Gen Z loves the 1980s, he says he has teenagers buying that music as often he does Gen Xers like me who grew up with it. The 1980s must seem like ancient history to teenagers today, as far away in time as WWII was to me at that age.
After my haircut I decided I felt normal enough--and had slept well enough the night before; sleep is always a huge factor in my anxiety levels--to try the Silent Book Club. It was nice! I liked the venue they held it at, Coffeweed Cottage, which I think hasn't been opened that long. I was hungry by then, so I got an egg sandwich on a croissant and a cup of chai tea. I talked a little bit to the organizer, who always asks everyone what they're reading (and low key makes sure everyone bought something, because it's not cool for a club to take up an entire coffee shop otherwise, I get it), and exchanged a few words with a couple other people, but mostly I just read (on my phone, I don't like for my Kindle to leave the house). It was pleasant to be around people but have zero pressure to interact if I didn't feel like it. I'll probably go again.
I left a little early, because I was starting to get antsy about the fact that it was almost 4:00 and I still had to go to the grocery store. I did that, went home, listened to my new record while I did some journaling. David made penne and smoked sausage in a spicy cream sauce, and after supper I finished Killers of the Flower Moon, which I had started the night before. Man, what is De Niro, 80? And he can still be scary as fuck. Also people were not kidding about Brendan Fraser's performance, JFC what was that.
Sunday I made waffles and bacon for breakfast, changed/washed the bed sheets, and skipped Dateline because it was one of those "new" episodes that's actually an older episode with like 5 minutes of new material at the end, and I already knew about the development they were going to cover in that case. Instead I watched this documentary on Hulu that David told me about, Too Funny to Fail, which was about that disastrous sketch comedy show that Dana Carvey had after he left Saturday Night Live. How disastrous? Well, they lost 6 million viewers during the first sketch... which was about Bill Clinton getting hormone therapy so he could breastfeed human babies, and also puppies and kittens.
I took a break from Baking Yesteryear to make Smitten Kitchen's grapefruit olive oil poundcake, something I make every January when the Texas ruby reds are at their peak.
But I still got to use my cookie scoops, when I made Bisquick drop biscuits with 5-cheese blend and rosemary to go with parmesan chicken and bacon caesar chopped salad.
The last episode of this season of Fargo gave me a powerful craving for Bisquick drop biscuits, IYKYK (and yes I did use buttermilk).
After supper I watched the first half of Dumb Money while waiting for the new episode of True Detective: Night Country. [Spoiler (click to open)]This season definitely ties into the first one, although I don't know how closely. But Travis was apparently, I think, Rust's father; when Rose and Navarro are talking, one of them gives his last name as "Cohle"--and I had the subtitles on, it was definitely Cohle. In season one, Rust mentions living with his father in Alaska for a lot of his childhood ("All I remembered about Texas is that it wasn't cold"), and he gave his father's cancer as the reason for his leave of absence from the state police in the 1990s timeline. Also, the conglomerate that funds Tsalal Station has "Tuttle" in the name; the Tuttles were the shadowy, malevolent family hovering in he background of season one. Hart and Cohle only wind up catching Errol Childress, one of their bastard offspring, and the main family rolls on totally unaffected. I don't know if any of this is going to be important, or if Issa López is just dropping Easter eggs for fun.