Hi, readers. Yes, I am actually posting something that isn’t about food.
I have a little question and I would love everyone’s opinion. In recent discussions, I have become increasingly aware that when I am talking about the country I’m from, I refer to it – without fail – as ‘the United States.’ I have ever since we got here – I remember clearly asking in my German class how to correctly decline ‘I come from the United States.’
How do you refer to my (and possibly – but not necessarily – your) home country when mentioning it in conversation? No right or wrong here – just my own curiosity.
Unfortunately, the music today was also pretty terrible. You could tell the motivation just wasn’t there, because so many people weren’t there, because it was just so insistent with the rain. We’d intended to get brunch at Vitus, since a zippy-looking band was scheduled to play there, but when we got there, the sky had already opened up and everything inside was absolutely packed. So we mosied over to the Hotel Orphée instead. After a little bit of confusion with the waitress (we didn’t know they had a special Jazzfest Weekend menu and she didn’t know we’d been looking at the ordinary one), huddling together under a drippy awning outside we enjoyed a lovely couple of Milchkaffees and Quiche Lorraine — known to the likes of Po fondly as “ham pie.”
So, without further ado, today’s audio samplage:
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And just for good measure: here’s a couple of Döner spindles. I guess the one on the left is in the process of thawing.
Oh, and a THINGpad? (Click it and look closely.) I guess, for many around here, “sink,” “think,” “thing,” and “think” are all mutually indistinguishable.
First the interesting part — check out this cucumber we spotted at Edeka today while shopping!
Next, a sampler from Chess Fest 2008’s opening night last night:
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Locals: wondering why Sarah’s not to be found outside the apartment this weekend? Here’s why. To be fair, the weather was positively awful. The wind noise at the beginning of the track was that of wind getting amplified through the salsa band’s microphones and speakers, not my MD recorder. It was pouring. So I gotta give ’em credit for gumption inspite of the weather, at least.
I’m hoping for some less whitebread-sounding stuff this evening. Stumbling upon something as cool as the Jazz Police like at last year’s Bürgerfest would be redeeming.
So I’m chillin’ here at home after a hard day at work and checking out some tunes I purchased recently and I came across Beck’s Dark Star from the album The Information. Seemed pretty familiar pretty quickly. Take a listen; the first 30 seconds are my man Steve and the second are Beck. Is that an out-and-out ripoff?
So I’m lounging comfortably with all the windows open enjoying the breeze, for the first time in days, I might add, where there’s been breeze and no rain, having worked all day from home.
Suddenly a piano-y folky terribly offkey uptempo version of Twisted Sister’s We’re Not Going to Take It which medley’d into the Proclaimers’ 500 Miles from the not-very-groundbreaking album Sunshine on Leith (ZOMG why do I know that?) .
