The eagle in question, in a photo that would suit a Jack Handey-style daily affirmation.Mainly we pursued indoor activities. I recorded another hard-fought 1:30 of Mule music. Judging by my progress I'm afraid the next album will be nothing more than half-realized instrumental sketches. I read a really enlightening and enjoyable book about The Office ("a critical reading of the {British] series"), that not only shed new light on a fine TV series, but also served as a useful primer on contemporary British TV comedy. On night we rented Stranger Than Fiction from the gas station/video store, but the overwhelming a/v success was season one of Curb Your Enthusiasm (courtesy the VPL), with Larry David playing himself—basically a guy who shouldn't be allowed to interact with the outside world.
And music—you have to bring a load of music to the island. I don't think we even got through half of what I packed, but the hit parade included:
Falconer—Grime vs. Grandeur
Clutch—Beale Street or Oblivion
Archer Prewitt—Wilderness
Grandaddy—Sumday
Elvis Costello—This Year's Model
Duke Ellington and John Coltrane
Witchcraft—s/t
A Ghost to Kill Again—s/t
Neil Young and Crazy Horse—Weld
The Decemberists—The Crane Wife
Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers—Moanin'
The aftermath of the Rack-O tournament. Everyone's favourite numerical order game takes a violent turn.
That's more like it. Fancylady, let loose on a game recommended for age 10 and up, cleans my clock.
No one's very keen on this place going in down the road from us.
Low tide at Campbell Point.
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