"If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd
never have a friendship. We'd never go into business because we'd be
cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the
time and build your wings on the way down."
Adam told me about an article he'd read in the New Yorker about the history of recorded music, so I decided to dig it up for all yall. It's a few months old, so you savvy folks with subscriptions have already seen this - but if you haven't, it's a facinating piece. There's interesting analysis of how recording influences performance and vice-versa: how the demand for precision affects how music is played, and how artists, as always when faced with a rule, seek to bend it.
"The paradox of recording is that it can preserve forever those disappearing moments of sound but never the spark of humanity that generates them. This is a paradox common to technological existence: everything gets a little easier and a little less real."
When there was a tsunami warning last night, due to a 7.0 earthquake off the coast, you better believe that Cindy and I both sprang into action as only a New Yorker and a DC denzien who both went through 9/11 can. A round of phone calls calls and text messages zipped off - and since we were both home yesterday, we also heard the noon siren, which sounds for all the world like Zee Germans are coming. And if we were a little melodramatic because we had, once again, stuffed ourselves on cheese, wine and conversation, then don't blame us. We just worry about yall.
Sometimes, making friends with random strangers pays off well.
I walk Stella in the alleyway next to our office quite a bit, since I bring her to work a few times a week. There's been a new restaurant, Zuppa, going up in said alleyway to take the place of the abandonded café monk. (I'm guessing Zuppa'll serve, among other things, soup.) I've played with the painter's kid, I've talked to all the workers a few times, and today, the owner invited me to a tasting dinner this Thursday, because they're opening next week.
Anyone in SF want to come get some free snacks in SoMA with me?
As if any of you still needed to know that. But as for me, I had not marveled at recorded television since my aunt used to record "Days of Our Lives" on VCR. I have finally joined the
21st century. I have Tivo. (insert funny tympani error noise here.)
I've never been much of a TV girl. I tend to watch two ends of a snob's spectrum that starts with "educational" and ends with "absurdist humor". PBS, the Daily Show, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Sifl and Olly, MST3K, and the occasional stupefying indulgence of a Sex and the City marathon or Metal Day on Vh1. I couldn't tell you a thing about when what regular, popular shows are on. I have never watched American Idol or America's Next Top Anorexic or any of that hoo-ha. Point is? I just don't watch TV that much, and Tivo hasn't really changed that. And I would blather on about “this is the way you’re supposed to
watch TV” and “advertisements are soooo yesterday” but instead I will just say