Archive for June, 2008
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The other day, in the small back room which is lined with old shelving and which we use mainly as a storage room, I set up the ironing board and iron and afterward neglected to take it down. It is a small room and so yesterday Marty and I were sitting in it talking, which meant sitting under the ironing board. I looked at the ironing board from below and remarked on how it was funny, with all our technological advances, that the fundamental design of the ironing board had remained unchanged. This reminded Marty of a comic routine on the ironing board based on the same idea, its tendency to maim, and how the comic had speculated on if the design of the ironing board would ever have been approved today, this board upon two not very steady legs upon which would be set a big sharp piece of metal.
Today I went in to the back room and, crawling around under the ironing board, I remembered the conversation on its maiming properties, and thinking that it would be just my luck to have an accident with the iron, accidentally toppling it on me, I reached up to move the iron…only to burn my hand because I’d not realized Marty had just been back there ironing.
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A little bit of fun on a day that was so boring it was disorienting.
H.o.p.’s been losing baby teeth like crazy the past month. Subsequent last night’s visit from the Tooth Fairy, he asked me what was up with one of the dollar bills. It had strange writing on it, he said. I looked at the bill and, sure enough, it had been stamped with wheresgeorge.com and “Track This Bill”, with arrows highlighting the serial number and series date.
The bill’s history was unremarkable and with no notations. It was in Buffalo NY in 24 Aug 05, then Cortland NY on 29 Sep 05, next was in Montague Michigan on 13 July 2007. And finally it had made it to observant H.o.p…
Via the Tooth Fairy.
Reading the forum to see how best to mark a bill (but not wanting to invest in a stamp) as H.o.p. was mildly curious about doing one (and the answer is either Pigma Micron archival ink #1 or Jacquard Tee Juice Fineliner for Fabric), I saw that George Carlin was a fan of wheresgeorge.com, putting Where’s George bills in circulation as he toured.
P.S. Differences in perspectives. My day was so boring as to be disorienting. H.o.p., on the other hand, says this was a positively red letter day, what with his name being sent to the moon and getting a Where’s George bill.
We did it. We are sending our names to the moon via NASA’s Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter.
Well, I did it. Marty didn’t. He’s in a session and knows nothing about it. And H.o.p. didn’t do it either, to tell the truth. I called his attention to the project thinking he would be “Oh, wow!” and want to type in his name himself and print out his certificate himself, and he said, “Wow, great!” then went running off.
Some people just don’t appreciate anything. You put their name on the moon and their response is, “Oh, uh, thanks, but why?” like it is such a simple thing, like it only took you two seconds to fill out a name field on a web page and submit it.
Anyway, our names will be on the moon. And while I’m at it I’m going to submit the names of some dead people, too, since they can’t submit them themselves (how many times do you think Galileo has been submitted) and the names too of some of our favorite fictitious and imaginary friends since they too are unable to do it for themselves. Yes, it’s a sacrifice of my time but that’s the kind of person I am.
Do you want to see a photo of Marty’s kombucha tea culture, which after a number of months and much experimentation and loving attention has yet to deliver a decent tasting batch?
Probably not.
No one from Italy has been by my blog on an Elfo search, so Albert Callegari remains happily ignorant of what I think of his Bravenet message board and visitor counters.
But, you know, recording studios do this. They get caught up in the business of recording and forget to tend their websites appropriately.
Next I will write about the art of Frances Trombly.
Or probably not.
I was reading about Elfo Recording Studio. Well, not exactly reading about it but saw the above-the-fold pic of the exterior at Dezeen in my Googlefeed and liked it, a raucous but curiously comforting jumble, like several 1960s elementary school kindergartens cut up and reboxed. Comforting in the way that public school was comforting when you didn’t belong to that school and were just loitering in the flat land no financing for play equipment let’s just tear out all the trees and call it a day playground.
I’ve not a clue who is the architect, Romolo Stanco, but he designed this building.
Clicking on the post at Dezeen, the below-the-fold pics appear and, to tell you the truth, as best as I can see from these pics, what pops to my mind is what this will look like in five short years and it’s likely not to be very pretty.
Recording studios seem kin to H.o.p.’s play doh sculpting clay. Add air and in five years it all falls apart regardless–but studios aren’t just showpieces of course, they get serious-hard wear and tear and too shortly tend to crumble if not attended to with fanatical fastidiousness and Better Homes and Gardens building materials and carpentry of long bygone eras. At first it’s just like, “Oh, look, Auntie Idyllopus’ sleeve is coming off her shirt, but let’s be polite and ignore it,” then when you next see her it’s, “Poor Auntie Idyllopus, her clothes inside out, trailing the bathroom around on the vestigial heel of her shoe. Whatever happened?”
Then I go visit Elfostudio’s website and…I I I, well…I…well….uhm…how much money have they poured into the building and they have a crappy, free Bravenet hit counter and a BRAVENET GUEST BOOK?
Did they blow all their money on the architect and have none left for good web design??
Then ’tis occurs to me that perhaps the studio’s interior design is intended to court now this senile Auntie Idyllopus ambiance in an effort to camouflage the then later decay which will be undoubtedly encouraged by lack of custodial care.
I don’t know anything about Elfo. Keep that in mind. It’s probably a great place and when I’m dust on the wind the studio will be an Italian National Treasure or something, still standing strong, a testament to the vitality of what will by then be styled Callegari Acoustic Baroque.
You see, the client was Alberto Callegari.
I look up Alberto Callegari and it all begins to make some sense to me.
And maybe just a bit of a nod to this.
Dear Callegari. I love the exterior of your recording studio. Please be kind to it and bless it with a shade nicer website.
Or not. I don’t care. OK? I like the building’s exterior. I’ve not a clue what it sounds like. I don’t care what it sounds like. I was just, “Look, visitors to my blog, pretty picture of Elfo at Dezeen.” And then, “Oh, wow, Bravenet?? All that money for an architect and Elfo has Bravenet message boards and counters?” And then I was, “Wow, band in diapers”, and finally was thinking your studio shouldn’t be named Elfo but The Recording Cabinet of Callegari. That’s all. Good luck.
You see, I, of course, asked the waitron how many birthdays they had a night. She rolled her eyes and sighing, said (see above). – about 9 hours ago from web
“Everyone says they have a birthday because they all think they get a free cheesecake but they don’t. They just get a sundae.” Waitron. – about 9 hours ago from web
Home now but pretend I’m at the Cheesecake Factory and texting that waitrons are regaling a 9th table with Happy Birthday (I am incognito). – about 9 hours ago from web
Third time in two weeks H.o.p. has brought up “Don Giovanni”. Time to wonder what the best DVD production is. – about 13 hours ago from web
The shoes are gone. Marty came home with boots for me for my birthday! Cobbler elves rejoice in some peculiar equilibrium sustained. – about 13 hours ago from TwitterFox
“Sitting here turning to fuckin’ jello with Looneytunes 24 hours a day.” Overheard on Marty’s cell. Musicians discuss relaxing during lull. – about 13 hours ago from TwitterFox
“I was killed 100 times in a row and I’m still at the same level. I’m getting real bored with this.” Karmaking (Or So Sayeth H.o.p.) – about 16 hours ago from TwitterFox
Drag Queen size dye-me square toe pumps sitting beside the apartment trash for two days, forlorn and ignored by tran hookers. – about 17 hours ago from TwitterFox
I give up on TwitterTools but I’m leaving it activated just in case it spontaneously decides to work sometime in the future.
Having now given up on Twittertools, I’ve placed a Twitterbadge in the sidebar above the search window and tweets can be seen there.
This toy has, so far, only frustrated me.
We are not entertained.
Though I have often thought of it as “silly overfull thing slopping water all over the place”, when an adult he will fondly remember the nail in a jar experiment that he kept on the side of the bathroom sink, retopping with water daily, for a full month and then some (as of June 24, 2008).
- Twitter test. Everything keeps going wrong with it. #
- Test. #
- Drag Queen size dye-me square toe pumps sitting beside the apartment trash for two days, forlorn and ignored by tran hookers. #
- “I was killed 100 times in a row and I’m still at the same level. I’m getting real bored with this.” Karmaking (Or So Sayeth H.o.p.) #
- “Sitting here turning to fuckin’ jello with Looneytunes 24 hours a day.” Overheard on Marty’s cell. Musicians discuss relaxing during lull. #
- The shoes are gone. Marty came home with boots for me for my birthday! Cobbler elves rejoice in some peculiar equilibrium sustained. #
- Third time in two weeks H.o.p. has brought up “Don Giovanni”. Time to wonder what the best DVD production is. #
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The Child Experiments – Window on Poseidon
June 2008
