Mr. Music comes through

I am now the proud possessor of a Jihmi mix cd, which contains, among other things, a version of Broadway Baby (Follies, Sondheim, 1971, Broadway), TWO of the Angstones tunes from their note-for-note of Sound of Music, the sweetest version of Some Enchanted Evening evar recorded, at least until Joel starts singing, a jaw dropping version of it I Can Cook Too by Patti Austin and now I’m listening to Paul McCartney sing Til There Was You. There’s more, there’s more. But I’ll blog about it later, I’se bagged.

Because I am evil / Sunday roundup

I am posting this link of “More Snappy Answers for Christian Questions”.

Talked to Dave D (the poet, not the photographer) and he said he didn’t notice anything exploding in Toronto.  He is just barely on the outside of the evacuation area too, fortunately.

Damn whiny pilots.

More churchiness.

Huffpo review of Pineapple Express which I intend to see…

Keith’s taking Jeff to the Keg for his brithday bash. I am coming along to ensure they don’t get into any trouble.

Jeff coaxed me into watching A Mighty Heart.  It’s a fracking excellent movie, but a total goddamned downer and believe me you won’t have any fondness for the Pakistani government when you’re done watching it.  The editing is so good that it kicks the ass of most contemporary films.   Angelina Jolie was awesome – the gel can act, folks – and I particularly liked Archie Panjabi who was also in Bend it Like Beckham.

How will the US buy itself back after this?

Journalism continues to be a dangerous form of employment in some parts of the world.

An interview with the author of the brilliant “Fungus the Bogeyman” and “When the Wind Blows”

I’ve met the downstairs neighbours.  They are lovely. Jacqueline and Jason….  Large amounts of relief all ’round.

Boom shaboom

I hear there are explosions in Toronto around Keele and Wilson. Hope nobody gets hurt. UPDATE: unbelievable images of the fireballs. Also, maps, eyewitness accounts, etc.

I hear the Wall Arch along the Devil’s Trail in Utah has succumbed to time and erosion, so another visual icon of the American West has fallen. I’m glad various photography friends had a chance to get pictures first.

Paul phoned yesterday and said, tersely, “Go look out your front door!” I did, and the biggest, brightest rainbow I’ve seen since I was in the DR was staring back at me.

Jeff’s back after a successful trip. It’s good to have him home.

feeling yucky

I can’t really focus my eyes right now so I think I’ll give them a rest and go back to sleep.  I had a migraine earlier this week which had me go for a lie down at work for about 90 minutes. At the height of the migraine, just like Lymond, I was blind.  I could see in normal perspective about 1/10th of my normal visual field and the rest of it was a beige wad of cotton batten with a couple of flashing lights stuck in it.  That part – thankfully – only lasted about ten minutes, and I had the first aid attendant with me – and I got into a dark room and unconscious fast enough that it didn’t get worse or convert to head pain.  Also earlier this week I got tingling and numbness in my extremities. I suspect all this weirdness has to do with the spinal decompression stuff and will lift when I stop getting treatments.  In the meantime, I enjoy the treatments a lot and they seem to be helping with range of motion and my sleep, which is much improved for the most part.  The symptoms I wanted to get cleared up – the numbness and weakness in my right foot and leg, which is with me night and day and is emotionally and physically exhausting – I still have in plenty.  Oh well…..  Such a whiner…. really.  I need to count my blessings.