Someone asked recently, “How do you find all that music you’re always talking about?”
Here’s a brief list:
1) Friends (they might refer to an online radio station [CBC's Radio3 is nifty], a musicians Myspace account, list via Blogmusik, or actually talk to you about it)
2) Commercials (What’s that called is useful)
3) TV program and movie soundtracks (most TV shows list the music by episode on their website)
4) Online music programming … identifies songs you may enjoy based on your input (Pandora [no longer available in Canada], Yahoo! Music, etc.)
If there’s something I’ve missed, please let me know. Especially if someone’s found something similar to Pandora … I’m really missing it since it went to US listeners only.
Whoever came up with lotion infused tissues should get five gold stars and a box full of cookies. My nose and I thank you so very, very much.
I have a cold. It started last night … I lay in bed with my throat on fire. I made it through work ok. In the last hour, the sneezing and congestion began. I’m sure it’s viral. I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through tomorrow: a clinic plus four students following me around equals too much required talking for one sick girl.
Thanks to Tam, I now know I’m most like Callie.
You are very direct and sometimes that is a bit much for people to handle, but you just call it like you see it. Life’s too short not to be lived to the fullest and if that scares some people, then who needs them? You’re an all-or-nothing person, so people who can’t commit have no place in your life. You deserve someone who loves and lives just as hard as you do.
Grey’s Diagnosis
This evening I went to the local art gallery. I’d seen most of the displays previously; various ceramic pieces, sculpted and molded. On installation was a whole room that people had “played in” and then left the ceramics/pottery alongside graffitied poetry and miscellaneous scraps. There was a textiles display as well.
The notable bit of the evening was the artist intervention done by Seema Goel. She was there this evening to introduce and discuss the room she curated. She decided to juxtapose a salon-style arrangement of landscape paintings with 1960′s Inuit prints. Seema commented that in both instances the landscapes were romanticised: the landscapes, with their absence of people, came from an era when Europeans were transitioning from an agrarian culture into the industrial revolution — the old landscape was what people wanted and inherently ownable; the Inuit prints, subjects devoid of landscape, represented the Inuit people who were resettled in the Canadian north — the landscape being unownable perhaps via the peoples’ once transitory lifestyle or the political forces at hand.
Of course, the WonderBread(R) sculptures were quite intriguing as well. Regardless, it was good to engage in the conversation she created.
Tonight was the first ultimate game of the season. We were absolutely horrible in the first half but played essentially point for point during the second.
Next game is Monday. They are aware it is my bday. It has been suggested that all manner of plans are in the works. Things will be interesting (and may or may not get posted for the world).
I look forward to wasting time with Toon-town folks this weekend. Remember, Lydia’s on Friday … see you there.
