here’s a photo of django reinhardt. i’m nuts for the guy. go here to hear some bits of songs from the album i have and loooove.
note django’s left hand – he was badly burnt in a fire in 1928 (a caravan fire, fyi), and lost the use of his two littlest fingers on that hand. but he taught himself a new fingering technique to get around it.
he’s dah man.
this photo, by the way, is from library of congress william p. gottlieb jazz photo collection. that’s really worth a look.
and while The Squeeze isn’t quite ready to start wearing jumpers (it has to be snowing for him to wear a jumper with sleeves), he made a concession with this hat. it’s one i made when i was in the uk. and it’s just lovely. my nanna thought it was horrid. i love it. pink fleece with crocheted flowers. and it suits The Squeeze just fine.
for reference, that day i was wearing, a tshirt, a long sleeved zip-up tshirt, a wooly jumper, thick socks and tracksuit pants. not winter yet, but definitely autumnish.
in the spirit of chantal akerman ‘s films, i’d like to present a little Squeezy goodness.
sure, we had tomatoes.
heeeaps of them. that photo’s from the 10th march. it was a jungle. we still have jillions of cherry tomatoes on one bush, and a few romas on the little, stunted bush. but the so-called smaller, patio tomatoes were huuuuuge. they took over the veggie patch. finally i dug them up so The Squeeze had somewhere to play on the weekends (he loses interest in the veggies as soon as they produce, and wants to rip them out to plant new things). i get orange arms from reaching into the tomato plants. i’m a bit sick of tomatoes, esp since i gave myself a sore tongue from eating too many acidic cherry tomatoes.
but the other tomatoes have been replaced with a lovely layer of fresh mulch and some little seedling bubbs.
meanwhile, the zuchini plants (two – producing just enough fruit for us two) are going nuts, spreading across the concrete under the clothesline.
we’ve got a real brunswick back yard – half concrete, half veggie patch – and the laundry gets all tangled in the veggie stakes. but it’s lovely when it trails in the herbs and leaves the smell of mint in the air…
when six feet under was on, i only caught the odd episode. it was on at an awkward time, on a difficult day. i really liked what i saw, though, and read good things about it. so i decided to imbibe the other day when i saw the first series in the vid shop.
firstly, this picture is from this page. go look there for interesting online art.
secondly…
i’m really interested in the issue of accessibility and how it relates to online media.
i adore alt country and bluegrass and have been quietly feeding this passion. there are a few decent bands in town that i’d like to see, but i’ve no buddy to go with. i’ve tried tempting The Squeeze with potential photo ops (it’s country, man, so it’s bound to be good for photos, right?) but he’s not buying it. it’s just not cool with the young people to dig country. philistines (i know that’s not really how it’s spelt – i can’t be arsed chasing the dictionary, ok?).
anyway, i’ve come across this site – cowboylyrics.com, which, while pop-up laden, is worth a peek. that link there is to a search for ‘dawg’. absolute excellence. who said the internet was useless?
otherwise, i’m totally into po’girl, the be good tanyas, bonny ‘prince’ billy and dolly. eeeexcellent.
easter was just here. eggday coincided with The Squeeze’s birthday (again), so we were all about him rather than all about jesus. also meant that i forgot to do the chocolate thing for his family, who we saw over the weekend. they gave us many chocolatey things, and i later discovered a great many teeny chocolatey eggs hidden all through our house. which made the whole thing even more chagrin-laden (i know that’s not a real word-combo. ease up, hey?). i also forgot to send off my package of presents to the p’s in tas, despite having bought the presents well ahead of time. and i still haven’t posted it. i will post the package tomorrow. on dad’s actual birthday day. goddamn slack me. oh well.
right, chapter 5 is now done. all i have to do is the intro and a dumb conclusion and then i’m sending it off to the supes for her to read through. i am SO sick of it. i’ve also done a fair old slab of lotr work lately, which i hate. i really hate lotr.
but it made me wonder. i hate lotr, but everyone else seems to love it. so what are we researchers missing when with this ‘i loove lotr’ bullshit? i think i’m the useful person on the team – i’m putting my loathing to good use.
