I've been playing "baseball" in the park with boyo. We have one of those foam bats and balls. He is still learning, but he seems to enjoy it. Not to the point of wanting to play actual organized sports (thank goodness) but to the point where other kids will come over and join. It all feels very wholesome.
Played a Cosmonox show at the Snug this weekend. I liked the venue's grody old-school Portland energy. When we got there, there was an unexpected early show (note to self: should book an early show there) with some very young people playing enthusiastic ramshackle pop music. I enjoyed it and felt like a senior citizen. Anyway, the late show came on and it was pretty uniformly great - people playing feedback cello and drums/sampler, us playing on the squawky card box, a guitar looper doing things that were actually interesting, and of course the latest evolution of the Vardaman Ensemble. The sound was particularly gnarly, but that has never stopped me, as you may know.
On the way home from the school bus this morning, crows were yelling at me. Caw, caw, all the way down the street! I pick some raspberries from the bush. (side note: all of our garden projects and fruit trees are succeeding in a way that makes me worry about this year's fire season) Then I turn around and a coyote is trotting along with a dead goose in its jaws.
Speaking of senior citizens: If your Apple //c from junior high school is still chugging along (mine is), may I recommend to you the A2CDVI HDMI adapter from Joe's Computer Museum? It's a cheap way to get amazing image quality out of your forty-year-old computer as you continue to make album covers on it and play Total Replay during down moments.
