Archive for the 'music' Category
east coast tour
because it’s tradition
Around these parts on this day, it’s become customary to figuratively dance around the May pole and post a version of this particular tune for the entertainment of visitors: One, because it’s funny and I enjoy almost all things Coulton. Secondly, because it is, believe it or not, a lesson in history and culture; in […]
wrapping up ravencon 2014
In the interest full disclosure, I was having a hard time mustering up much enthusiasm for RavenCon this year. Life’s been very busy these last couple of months, given social obligations, blistering volunteer schedules, regular kid activities, and still being relatively new at this job. Cons, while wonderful in their busy cornucopia of activity and […]
music and is life
Things have maybe, a little bit, anyway, settled down enough for me to catch a breath. We’re still busy, but it’s not really an overwhelming busy. The spouse and I even managed to sneak away for an overnight adventure sans children, enjoying the music and comedy stylings of the one-and-only Mikey Mason, performing at Atlantis […]
friday random ten – “glad that’s over” edition
From yesterday’s post, you might have gotten the sense that I was a little frustrated with the office this week. That’s kind of true, but not the kind of frustrating that’s going to have me running to the job boards to find something else. I’m relatively happy with my employment lot at the moment, little […]
various and sundry pop culture and politics – Feb 2014
I’m feeling slightly guilty about not having huge amounts to say in this space. Suffice it to say that life and otherwise is keeping me occupied largely in meatspace. Running kids around and stepping up to cover for the spouse as she’s currently mired in some pretty intensive responsibilities lately, vehicle maintenance, headaches of electronic […]
knee deep
Consider for a moment “We Built This City” by the musical group Jefferson Airplane Starship. While I profess no particular animosity toward the song (not the way I do, toward, say Bob Carlisle’s “Butterfly Kisses”, for example), I will admit that is objectively pretty terrible. I do kind of have an innate sense of why […]
















