Fried day

Yet another meeting this morning, one that promised a not particularly fun time of it next week. But for now, it’s the weekend, and I’m focusing only on that.

Weekends are good. There ought to be more of them.

Song of the day

“Don’t Be Afraid of Your Anger” by Clem Snide

Random 10 2-3-12

Last week. This week:

  1. Once you have come through the doors that look like trees
  2. They’re beggin’ me to move out of town
  3. “Throwing Stones” by the Grateful Dead, guessed by Clayton
    But his pants are down, his cover’s blown
  4. “Do You Believe in Magic?” by the Lovin’ Spoonful, guessed by Thud
    But it’s like trying to tell a stranger ’bout rock ‘n roll
  5. And sparkle through the clouds and stormy weather
  6. It’s bigger than you, and you are not me
  7. “Runnin’ Down a Dream” by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, guessed by Clayton
    Me and Del were singin’
  8. Lend to my ear a clear and a deafening sound
  9. I don’t think you want to start that shit with me
  10. She took her winter coat from her plastic wrapper

And so it goes. Good luck!

Seeing shadows

The weather was a little colder today — naturally on a day when I finally wore a lighter coat — but it was still remarkably unlike today last year. I remembered watching Groundhog Day last Groundhog Day — and remember when that was just a funny movie, not some weird cultural touchstone everyone had to reference? — but I was a little surprised to re-discover that I’d stayed home because of an ice storm. Last winter was actually kind of ridiculous, but it’s still amazing, a year later, to see that I wrote things like “I’m really kind of sick of snow at this point” — considering that we’ve had practically none this year.

One thing I have had plenty of this year — and how’s that for a segue? — is meetings. Today was no exception, with a morning meeting and then afternoon lunch (free pizza!), where we were encouraged to mingle with our co-workers.

I don’t think I have any meetings planned for tomorrow, but I also don’t have any ice storms planned to save me from them should one occur.

Song of the day

“W.O.L.D.” by Harry Chapin

Wednesday, right?

Somehow I managed to avoid having any meetings today. This clearly will not stand.

Meanwhile, it’s almost eleven o’clock at night, I just took the dog outside in short sleeves (me, not him), and I wasn’t even particularly uncomfortable or cold. Tomorrow, though, I’ll likely take a jacket other than my winter coat — a recent purchase, surprisingly comfortable, though much too warm in 60-degree weather — only to be faced with an unexpected blizzard. It’s just been that kind of winter.

Song of the the day

“Pass That Dutch” by Missy Elliot

January tunes

What songs, you might very well not be asking yourself, did I listen to most in the first month of this brave new year, 2012? Well, if you really want to know:

  1. “Love Makes All the Other Worlds Go Around” by Dan Bern & Common Rotation
  2. “Ok” by Beastie Boys
  3. “Little Black Submarines” by the Black Keys
  4. “Say Yes” by Lucy Wainwright Roche (feat. Ira Glass)
  5. “Outside of the Inside” by Richard Thompson Band
  6. “Dirty Blue” by Wovenhand
  7. “Was a Sunny Day” by Paul Simon
  8. “The Suburbs” by Arcade Fire
  9. “Starlight” by Rachael Yamagata

And yes, that Ira Glass.

Wednesday various

  • tudent receives free cocaine with Amazon textbook order. Is this where we’ve going wrong with our textbook sales? [via]
  • How College Football Bowls Earn Millions In Profits But Pay Almost Nothing In Taxes. Are you ready for some economic disparity?! [via]
  • The Texans who live on the ‘Mexican side’ of the border fence: ‘Technically, we’re in the United States’ [via]
  • Roger Ebert on why movie revenue is dropping:

    The message I get is that Americans love the movies as much as ever. It’s the theaters that are losing their charm. Proof: theaters thrive that police their audiences, show a variety of titles and emphasize value-added features. The rest of the industry can’t depend forever on blockbusters to bail it out.

  • And finally, Scott Tobias on why 2011 was secretly a really good year for movies:

    I don’t mean to be bullying or schoolmarmish about it, only to point out that when great films get pushed to the margins in our technology-rich times, far more than just a handful of self-selecting New Yorkers have a chance to see them. The key is to not let awards-season hype color your perception. We consider 2007 a monumental year because its strongest achievements—movies like There Will Be Blood, No Country For Old Men, and Zodiac—happened to have healthy budgets and the backing of major studios. Compare that to a 2011 where a pleasant-but-disposable trifle like The Artist is leading the charge, and it’s little wonder that perception marks it as a weak year. (The Tree Of Life may be the only 2011 film high in both ambition and visibility, and will almost certainly top every critics’ poll as a result.) But for the adventurous—and again, you don’t have to venture off the couch to be among them—2011 was an embarrassment of riches, full of lively, diverse, form-busting visions across all genres and around the world. And the best of them ask something of the viewer, offering rewards in exchange for an active engagement. Just don’t expect all the question marks to turn into exclamation points: To quote some advice to Michael Stuhlbarg’s spiritual seeker in A Serious Man, “Accept the mystery.”

Tuesday Tuesday

It’s maybe worth pointing out that when I declared 2012 the Year of the Meeting I was, in fact, kidding. But the universe heard me and, boy howdy, has it ever delivered. I spent all of this morning in meetings, and a big part of the take-away was just how many more meetings we can expect to have in the coming year. I may escape tomorrow without one, but that’s not for certain, and that’s maybe it.

Meanwhile, the temperature was almost 60 degrees all day, which is just ridiculous.