June 12, 2015
So, the moral of the story is, go for the goofball move.
I was lying around my house a few months back, leg in a cast, listening to youtubes, feeling kind of sorry for myself. I saw one by a singer/songwriter I really like– I’ve got 3 or 4 of her albums on my ipod — and thought: what the hell. I sent her a Facebook email, the entire text of which was Missoula Montana. How about it.
Darned if she didn’t respond a couple days later with ‘I think we might be in Billings this summer.’ Naturally I replied that Missoula was more fun, and then she asked me about venues. I sent her some info, and that was that.
Until this week, when I learned that the singer is going to be playing here right after her Billings gig. Tickets went on sale this morning, and sold out in about 4 hours.
February 13, 2014
For no good reason, I feel like an update is in order. I’ve just gotten home (yesterday) from a ski trip to Lech, Austria. A fine time was had by all (or nearly all). Actually, most of the group came home Sunday, but I stayed on a couple of days more to visit my friend Urs in central Switzerland.
Pix are on Facebook.
Naturally, there’s some work waiting for me. It’s going to be a busy 2 or 3 months, I think.
September 29, 2013
Is anything darker than a rainy Fall night on US 12 in Idaho? I guess so, under the laws of physics, but as an experience, it’s pretty dark.
I’ve been going to Idaho a few days a month since spring — for depositions in a case pending there. Not much really to say about it, except that I won’t be sorry if I’m not back there for several months. I like a couple of the lawyers in the case, and am annoyed by another of them. I’ve seen some interesting sights — particularly Hells Canyon — and had a lively discussion about the Corps of Discovery at the Nez Perce historic site on the way down one time. Took various different routes back — the St. Joe road up to Avery, and then over the Bitterroots to St. Regis is totally worth it. I’ll be in Spokane for 3 days next week, but then should be home most of the rest of the month. And really, there may not be much more travel for this one.
I’ve been in kind of a low grade panic about my workload for months, moving to mid-grade these days. There’s nothing concrete to be done about it, though.
September 29, 2013
I was reminded today, by an Unfogged thread, of having seen Harry Chapin on TV singing <i>Last Train to Nuremberg</i>. I’m thinking it must have been 1972, although I guess 1973 is possible. It was passionate, and made quite an impression on me. Looking around on the internet this afternoon, though, I can’t find even a hint of it. And there’s quite a lot written about Chapin. Someday maybe I’ll get to the bottom of it.
Right now, though, I’m wearing a tie-dyed shirt. Because were going to the Dark Star Orchestra concert tonight. I’m sure it will be an absolute hoot. And that we’ll be higher than kites just for breathing the air in the Wilma.
I’ve probably said before that Fall is a time of nostalgia and reflection for me. Rainy Fall days like today especially so. I should probably try to keep busier.
March 17, 2013
The boy’s spring break is drawing to a close: I think he’s spent 2, maybe 3 nights at home out of 9. His girlfriend is home from Virginia for the same break, and they’ve pretty much been inseparable. I guess that’s how that goes.
It was definitely spring skiing on Friday. Soft and smooth. I’m hoping for the same tomorrow, but the forecast looks more wintry: wind and driving snow. Should be good.
I’ve got a couple of briefs to finish by midday Tuesday, and then I’m off to Idaho for depositions. Home Thursday.
March 17, 2013
The wife decided to see what all the fuss was about, so we’ve been watching Downton Abbey the last couple of weeks. Just about done now: one episode left.
I’m less annoyed by these characters than I am by many TV shows. But I don’t think I’d want to spend an afternoon with any of them. I’m not particularly interested in England of that era, or the land-owning class. I thought that show where ordinary people had to play the roles for real for a couple of weeks was pretty good, but it was enough for my curiosity about this sort of life. I guess I don’t find the balance in DA between the story, and the interplay of upstairs/downstairs, to be exactly right. Gosford Park was a better balance. But I suppose it’s easier to fill a single movie that has a single story arc, than to have to try to flesh out all the characters and all their inner lives.
We’ll watch the last episode tomorrow. Maybe I’ll feel differently about the thing after it’s over.