Venues and bands have come up in conversation recently. My thoughts turned to a concert I thought (at the time) was my most Boulder-riffic experience ever, unless of course you count the pagan New Moon ritual, down at the Unitarian church in Denver.
The first time I saw David was at Chautauqua. I thought it was worth mentioning. This is David performing "How Did You Find me Here?"
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
nightswimming
A few days ago I made a comment about R.E.M. and how they should do a benefit concert for the Georgia Theatre in Athens. This led to copious R.E.M. listening on Youtube.
This is one of my favorites: Nightswimming
This is one of my favorites: Nightswimming
mighty
The mighty have fallen. The reel mower has struck out.
Have I mentioned this experiment with the reel mower? I'm too tired at this point in the day, with the temperatures at 95 F, to even search through previous posts. I think I may have.
I will tell you something about reel mowers. They cut fine grass. They really do. They are used on fancy golf courses because they have this ability. I mean them no disrespect.
Here's what they don't cut:
Thus we find the true reason a reel mower is unsuitable. During the summer in Georgia, it's pretty much unbearably hot by 9:30 am. You need to be DONE by 9:30 am. You can't be just getting to the back yard by then.
Also, and I can now speak from experience, I've tried the kind of mowing where you look behind you and the tall grass is still standing, versus the mowing where you look back and everything is one height, and I prefer the second kind.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the reel mower now. I'm open to suggestions.
--Laura
Have I mentioned this experiment with the reel mower? I'm too tired at this point in the day, with the temperatures at 95 F, to even search through previous posts. I think I may have.
I will tell you something about reel mowers. They cut fine grass. They really do. They are used on fancy golf courses because they have this ability. I mean them no disrespect.
Here's what they don't cut:
- dense grass
- thick grass
- tall grass
- any other grass I can't think of right now that isn't fine grass
- weeds
- twigs
- pinecones
- crabgrass
Thus we find the true reason a reel mower is unsuitable. During the summer in Georgia, it's pretty much unbearably hot by 9:30 am. You need to be DONE by 9:30 am. You can't be just getting to the back yard by then.
Also, and I can now speak from experience, I've tried the kind of mowing where you look behind you and the tall grass is still standing, versus the mowing where you look back and everything is one height, and I prefer the second kind.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the reel mower now. I'm open to suggestions.
--Laura
Monday, June 22, 2009
fathers
A recollection.
When I was younger, we lived in Missouri. Dad was in the Air Force then, and had the assignment to be in the missile field for days, then home for days. During the same time, mom was trying to give pregnancy a repeat performance. She was taking lots of drugs and spending lots of time sick in bed as a result.
So when kindergarden came, with it came Field Trips [tm]. I remember one in particular; it was a train ride. There are things I can still remember about kindergarden. The workbooks. Mrs. White and Mrs. Snow and how funny it was to have Snow White in one class. I remember a wooden piece of furniture in the classroom, which if turned right side up was a bridge to climb, and turned upside down was a rocking boat. I'm pretty sure in this day and age it would be banned as too dangerous, so I'm glad I got the chance to play with it because I loved rocking in the boat. Anyway, there are lots of things I remember about that year. However, I couldn't tell you where we went on our train trip. I think the memory of Why was drowned out by the memory of How.
Dad went.
He was the only dad.
In a sea of moms.
We love that story to this day, how dad was in from the SAC field and took me, only to discover that he was Freak Dad of the Universe, with mothers whispering about him. Well, I imagine that part. I have a good imagination.
I don't remember if I noticed this or cared. Dad was still pretty amazing to me back then, because he could wave his fingers at the radio and the volume would go up and down. It took more time than I care to admit for me to realize that he was pinching the antennae against the metal frame of the car door with his other hand. Hey, I was a pretty smart kid. I mean I learned to read early and later I skipped a grade, but I just wasn't the type of kid to ferret out downright DECEPTION. I know what you're going to call that, but I call it TRUSTING.
Just saying.
Anyway, that and my dad putting his foot through the ceiling are probably my two favorite memories of him in those years. Because when your dad willingly does something for YOU that makes him look really out of place, it's almost as wonderful as seeing his size 10 foot come shooting through a ceiling. I say almost because in all honesty, you really can't beat seeing a foot shoot through a ceiling. I don't care who you are.
Since then, the list things he's done for me, things which made him look foolish, out of place, or downright silly, has gotten pretty long. And I think that's pretty neat. I may not remember all the Whys, but I will remember the Who. It was my dad. He has a pretty big foot, sure, but he also has a pretty big heart.
So if you're a dad, I want to wish you a Happy Father's Day. And one word of advice from someone who knows. Don't sweat looking really out of place every once in a while. Your kid will never forget it.
--Laura
When I was younger, we lived in Missouri. Dad was in the Air Force then, and had the assignment to be in the missile field for days, then home for days. During the same time, mom was trying to give pregnancy a repeat performance. She was taking lots of drugs and spending lots of time sick in bed as a result.
So when kindergarden came, with it came Field Trips [tm]. I remember one in particular; it was a train ride. There are things I can still remember about kindergarden. The workbooks. Mrs. White and Mrs. Snow and how funny it was to have Snow White in one class. I remember a wooden piece of furniture in the classroom, which if turned right side up was a bridge to climb, and turned upside down was a rocking boat. I'm pretty sure in this day and age it would be banned as too dangerous, so I'm glad I got the chance to play with it because I loved rocking in the boat. Anyway, there are lots of things I remember about that year. However, I couldn't tell you where we went on our train trip. I think the memory of Why was drowned out by the memory of How.
Dad went.
He was the only dad.
In a sea of moms.
We love that story to this day, how dad was in from the SAC field and took me, only to discover that he was Freak Dad of the Universe, with mothers whispering about him. Well, I imagine that part. I have a good imagination.
I don't remember if I noticed this or cared. Dad was still pretty amazing to me back then, because he could wave his fingers at the radio and the volume would go up and down. It took more time than I care to admit for me to realize that he was pinching the antennae against the metal frame of the car door with his other hand. Hey, I was a pretty smart kid. I mean I learned to read early and later I skipped a grade, but I just wasn't the type of kid to ferret out downright DECEPTION. I know what you're going to call that, but I call it TRUSTING.
Just saying.
Anyway, that and my dad putting his foot through the ceiling are probably my two favorite memories of him in those years. Because when your dad willingly does something for YOU that makes him look really out of place, it's almost as wonderful as seeing his size 10 foot come shooting through a ceiling. I say almost because in all honesty, you really can't beat seeing a foot shoot through a ceiling. I don't care who you are.
Since then, the list things he's done for me, things which made him look foolish, out of place, or downright silly, has gotten pretty long. And I think that's pretty neat. I may not remember all the Whys, but I will remember the Who. It was my dad. He has a pretty big foot, sure, but he also has a pretty big heart.
So if you're a dad, I want to wish you a Happy Father's Day. And one word of advice from someone who knows. Don't sweat looking really out of place every once in a while. Your kid will never forget it.
--Laura
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