I’ll be at Books Inc. in Palo Alto hawking my favorite books on Small Business Saturday (November 30th) from noon to three or so.
I’ll also be doing the opening music for a group of storytellers at The Marsh in Berkeley on December 17th at 7:00 PM. Acoustic solo.
This road. Many years ago, I rode in the back of a Toyota pickup from Llipi to La Paz. The edge of the road was littered with crosses, memorials to people who had driven over the cliffs. In the middle of the trip, I realized we were all suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning (I was the only one not completely conked out) and tore the tarp off the back of the truck (better wet from the rain than dead). At the end of the 15 hour trip, I was caked in dust. We checked into a hotel. They didn’t have any rooms with a private bath and only rooms with private baths came with towels. I said to the clerk that I’d pay the three Bolivianos extra and pretend to be in a room with a private bath if he would let me have a towel. He looked at me like I was a criminal for suggesting such a thing.
means the end of Opera Vox, which means no live performance excerpt of our opera-in-progress, Fordlandia, next year. More importantly, it means the loss of a major cultural institution in NYC. Tend to your arts groups, my friends. They need support, love, and cold hard cash.
Topaz. She’ll be 16 in a couple of weeks. She can’t jump anymore. She sleeps 21 hours a day. But to keep mentally fit, she still reads the NYT online every morning and helps with the crossword. C-A-T. OK, I admit she provides only occasional help with the crossword.
I read the NYT weddings announcement section every week. As a romantic type, I find it sweet. But, but, but, as a scientist, I expect my profession to be represented. Science/math geeks fall in love just like everybody else. And the NYT weddings section doesn’t seem to believe this. Don’t believe me? Here are the data for this week’s announcements. Mostly it’s Wall Street billionaire wannabes and lawyers. Then there is the we’re-journalists-so-journalists-will-get-overrepresented phenomenon. But science/math types? A big fat bagel. Tsk, tsk.
An homage to the auto correct feature on my cell phone. And by the way, Happy New Year.
This week with the talented Eugene Brancoveanu. It was delightful to see and hear a character from our opera, Fordlandia, come to life. When and if I get to see this performed live on stage I’m going to cry tears of joy.
Random Penguin House
I scream, you scream, even Edvard Munch screams for ice cream.
To Vox Contemporary Opera Lab. If all goes well, I’ll get to hear it performed live in NYC next January. Now that would be a thrill.
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