Last night was a great Ladysmith Black Mambazo concert. Just for the record, their founder and still-leader has the best name ever: Bhekizizwe Joseph Siphatimandla Mxoveni Mshengu Bigboy Shabalala. The last time I saw them, I was very little, and fell asleep up in the balcony. This time, I was feeling ill and left a …
I’m back in Colorado. It was a wonderful whirlwind visit east, and I think I’ll need to do that again soon… I really don’t have too much more to say now, so I’ll stop.
I’m headed East today; getting into DC at about midnight, then down into the Shenandoah valley. Then, on Friday, up to Philly/Swat via DC. Just so y’all know. Also, my arm is full of shots. Well, just Hepatitis A and Yellow Fever. Then there are Typhoid oral vaccines and antimalarials to take. That’ll be fun…
Scuba is totally awesome. So, a day half spent underwater is a good day. But there’s not much to say about a pool dive. However, the swim test at the start caused an interesting realization. The first thing we did in the pool was the swimming test: 6 laps of the pool, constant swimming, and …
Not nearly so bare-bones as it sounds. The bread is here, and the water will be here and here and here.
Two things: First, an addendum regarding Abigail Washburn and the Sparrow Quartet. If there were an extended musical scene at Jabba’s palace in Firefly, they would be the band: the mix of Chinese and Appalachian influences makes that clear. But also the moment of musical apotheosis when two banjos, a cello and a fiddle play …
That line is a translation provided in the show I went to tonight of a song they did, in Mandarin. This show was amazing. The Sparrow Quartet, consisting of Casey Driessen, Ben Solee, Abigail Washburn and Béla Fleck. Four amazing musicians on their own terms, and so tight together. Their music has all something needs …
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I don’t have too much to say here, but I wanted to mention that the air quality in Boulder is surprisingly bad, or I’m really spoiled. It smells like London sometimes. While that’s nice and nostalgic, that’s not what I expect from such a small bike-and-pedestrian friendly city renowned for its hippy attitudes. Of course, …
The man sure can give a speech; here’s to hoping he returns some appreciation for and skill with oratory to the general discourse. His speech was by far the best, though the benediction at the end had some things going for it; I particularly liked “tanks into tractors”. But here is what I thought, as …
Things turned crap! The highlights being my phone died (email me if you need me; I check it all the time) and a kitchen cabinet falling off the wall. I’ll wake up and things will be better, I hope. On the other hand, in reply to my email about it, my landlord suggested that after …