This is what the Internet is for . . .

Music lovers will not want to miss this great site.

http://juneberry78s.com/sounds/index.htm

Happy Birthdays . . .

Just wanted to take a moment to wish a very happy birthday to some very special folks:

Kate Beckinsale
Sandra Bullock
Martha Geier
Dorothy Hamill
Mick Jagger
Julie Kredens
Helen Mirren
Jeremy Piven
Kevin Spacey

That's all. Thanks.

July Journeys

So far this month we've been to a family reunion in Virginia and a school reunion in Alabama. It's been great to see old friends and distant family. Still, it's been a little sad to be reminded of all those who are no longer around for such good times. And now that the reuniting is over for a while, it's time for all-out road trips. First we'll get to finally see Kelly Willis in concert, then a week or so later it'll be time for Marah and the White Stripes (on two different nights) followed immediately by a few days of lazing seaside and trying not to get burned.

So I haven't written much because I've been too occupied with life to reflect on it. Ain't that a shame.

Twitter Redux

So I'm on twitter. I'm not terribly happy about it, but I've always been compulsively drawn to goofy crap like this. So now, if you add me on twitter you can find out that I've just given myself a pedicure, changed the light bulb in my refrigerator, or finished carrying the recycling to the curb. Won't your life be complete now? On the upside, the next time I'm being chased through Chinatown by international art thieves intent on executing me, I can whip out my cell phone and send off a text msg to twitter that says "help I'm being chased through Chinatown by international art thieves intent on executing me" and multiple twitter savvy rescuers will suddenly appear to save the day. I'll rest better with that trick up my sleeve.

twitter.com/angstrom

Prudence Doofus

Prudence. It's an underrated concept. I used to mock George Bush "the First" as a doofus for his seemingly incessant obeisance to this very simple idea: before you go into something, know how you're going to get out. In retrospect, what I wrote off as excuse-making now seems visionary. And as I've gotten older I've found myself applying the concept in many and varied situations. Sure, sometimes I probably end up looking like a doofus a la "George the First". But I've come to accept that inevitability as fair commerce for never looking like a doofus a la "George the Second".