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The internet is my boyfriend

I really mean web instead of internet, but it didn't have the same sound to it. 

I was just reading another article about who uses Twitter and why, and whatever's better or will last longer, etc. etc. 

When I signed up there in May 2007, it was because a few people here were using it, and it seemed like we could have bits of sharing wherever and whenever. This past winter I started adding people to my list who looked interesting to peek in on. It's been fun. I'm more of a watcher than a participant, but/and how neat is it to just peer into lives from all over the world in any instant I choose? It requires no upkeep in any way, I just drop in when I am in the mood. Lately I've been posting links to interesting music videos, and now and then I grrr briefly about an annoying public attitude that is prevailing on a particular day. Occasionally I post a phone pic of something interesting I saw. I tried doing that here but cannot get it to work lately. 

Anyway. It's just a bit of fun. You get to make it what you want it to be.

I won three magazines at eBay this week. I'm looking forward to sharing them with you. One is from 1969, which is much later than I normally go, but it has some small current significance:

I'm excited for this one from 1961, but a little disappointed that I lost out on two from 1957; I always want a super-duper bargain and whoever got them was willing to go closer to what they might actually be worth:
This one, I think, will be a blast:
This isn't the copy I won, but in about the same shape. 

Last night we went to The Tiger's Tale in Montgomery. We sat at the bar to eat, and a Korean couple began setting up for karaoke right behind us, so we stayed to see some of that. The singers were mostly pretty good, really, and mostly were middle-aged and older men who sang old stuff we were quite familiar with. But one of the best performances was by a woman who sang an interesting country song called "Red-Necked Woman." It was very fun. I think we're going to go back in a couple of weeks and stay longer. But also sit on a different side of the bar for a better view. The man who hosted it played a tambourine as the singers performed, while his wife ran the equipment. It was kind of awesome, because it was just so rec-room, except they had pretty good equipment. 

I was thinking, while sitting there, it would have been something my dad would have enjoyed. However, I could not truly imagine going to such a place with him, since the small dark corner of unpleasant memories are all to do with his excessive drinking. Better to remember him in all his other ways. 

Do you have a list of things you looked up when you first got internet access, some you were delighted to find right off, and others you have continued to look for over the years, figuring they'll eventually turn up? Of course you do! 

It took ages for me to find all the old music I'd long been searching for, but lately it's pretty much a cinch it'll be on the web somewhere. Whether or not it's all easy to download is another question, however, I was pleased to discover this late last night. :- 

bits of odd comfort

I wasted a lot of time yesterday, not having any idea how to process no longer having a dad. 

I mean, we moved from that area 15 years ago, and only got back a very few times for a visit. My dad and I would have spates where we talked frequently and then those when we did not. But we totally got each other. I'd have given just about anything yesterday to talk with him again. We said our goodbye, really, about 10 days ago. It can't ever be enough, though. 

So I wasted time. I made these Mad Men ladies,

That's not my most recent waistline, to be certain. But the next size up was much too large. 

I like this one, however, there wasn't a proper setting for it, or a proper item for her left hand. 

Vox is acting very strange and buggy. When I told it to add the other picture, it said "that tag could not be found." Er?

Now there it is, but with a little question mark, when it's clearly in my photo album already. Weird. I had to upload it all over again.

So then I made a man for her to meet at the bar, because the one already there is very Stepford, but he's not quite the same scale as the other one, so I have to do some fiddling in order for it to work in this scene:

See. That guy is really not at all interesting. This one is better, though not exactly perfect:
I modeled him after Catcher Block in Down With Love. I could reverse his head and pop it on the other body, but I'll have to shrink it. And the other guy also needs a better tie.  

So there's that. 

We watched Houseboat last night. I just love that movie. The first time I watched it I was 12, and I was home alone while my mom visited my Grandma in the hospital. I made spaghetti sauce from a little packet of powder that got mixed with tomato paste, water, and a little oil, and then I cooked spaghetti and ate it with the sauce while watching the movie. I fell completely in love with Cary Grant. It's been a long time since I felt that way about him, but I do think he was utterly awesome. (Look, you can still buy those packets. Only these ones have mushrooms. I am certain it didn't when I made it that one time in 1977.) 

Anyway. There's a scene in the movie where Grant and Loren dance together to a song sung by Sam Cooke. I went looking for it online last night and found four versions. I am going to share this one with you because I bet my dad would have loved it. It is sung by the lady herself:


what about today?

I want to finish the color blocks for my new painting. There are four little sections left to do. Then I paint on them in a sort of "artistic" manner. 

If I don't get some scanning done, I'll start to regret putting it off. Maybe I'll bring it downstairs so I'm not shut up in the bedroom with spotty web access.

I couldn't make more ice cream yesterday, but intend to today. 

A lot of dusting. 

Thawing something to cook for dinner? That should get done sooner rather than later. 

People have started to use the shelf under my big new coffee table (as well as the surface, let's be honest,) to hold things they don't want to put away. I have to nip that in the bud. Not all surfaces are meant as convenient containers for laziness. In fact, no

Where to hang the new magnetic white board for school? That room has no useful wall space. But to hang it elsewhere would be immensely unattractive as well as considerably less convenient.

Continue to put off thinking about things I've put off.

this afternoon and evening I...

did everything on my list in the post below this one. 

How weird is that? 

Right now, actually, I'm watching Mad Men. Don appears to have just reviewed his entrance into the world as Dick. I'm not clear on that, but let's face it, I rarely am with these things. I might be in the top 2% or whatever, when it comes to the tests that judge that sort of thing, but I'm not always swift on the uptake with TV drama. Also, I've had two of the cucumber gimlets. So. 

I've poured some bourbon and soda. Pull up a chair! Wow, does Don look good unshaven, or what? 

The ice cream was very good. I only made a quart, because I wanted to test the recipe. I'll make more tomorrow. Here's the recipe. It's something I created from several others, but the process is from Emeril Lagasse, because it was the traditional method, and the others I read were not. 

3 cups heavy cream, half and half, or a combination of both, or the cream with whole milk

6 egg yolks

3/4 cup sugar

1/2 cup strong coffee

1 tbs kahlua

Combine the cream, milk, sugar, and coffee in a medium, heavy saucepan. Bring to a gentle boil over medium heat. Remove from the heat.

Beat the egg yolks in a medium bowl. Whisk 1 cup of the hot cream into the egg yolks. Gradually add the egg mixture in a slow, steady stream, to the hot cream. Cook over medium-low heat, stirring occasionally, until the mixture thickens enough to coat the back of a spoon, about 5 minutes. Remove from the heat and strain through a fine mesh strainer into a clean container. Cover with plastic wrap, pressing down against the surface to keep a skin from forming. Chill in the refrigerator for 2 hours.

Remove from the refrigerator and pour into the bowl of an ice cream machine. Freeze according to the manufacturer's instructions. After the ice cream is made, transfer to an airtight container. Cover tightly and freeze until ready to serve. 

So this will be my base that I'll work from, very gelato-like in texture, with all those egg yolks. Tonight I used 2 cups of heavy cream and 1 cup of half and half, and I will say that I think it needed just a sprinkle of salt to brighten the flavor, and I will do this with chocolate, but if I were making vanilla, I would not add it in. 

The drinks were fun; we made the first ones with the shaken ice, but then poured the second batch straight up. 

Good lord. This scene with Pete and Kenny in the elevator is about as awkward as this show gets, isn't it? Mad Men is made of awkward, of course. That's the deep dark secret of the 60s. Underneath the cool panache was all nerdiness and nervousness. 

And now we get to see men kissing each other, and of course it's interrupted by a fire alarm. This was pre-Stonewall, so men didn't really get to be with each other without major interruptions and repercussions. It's just how things were. 

I kid, of course, because I love.

So after making dinner, 

We put the record on, 

And oh my gosh, it was not the right one

When I was at the record store in Westport, I pulled out the album, noted the label briefly, and looked it all over to make sure it wasn't warped or scratched. It was fricking mint, I'm telling you. 

But I never noticed it was not the right recording!!!!
It's called The Steamer. (this will play something when it loads. also, it's about the digital copy. the vinyl only has the first 6 tracks.) And it is just bloody fanTastic. Just, awesome west coast 50s jazz. But, you know, I'm really into the 60s bossa nova thing. I was going to do the 50s this winter, but not yet. And totally not when I've looked for-ever for this Getz-Almeida recording! 

We just listened, though, because, wow. And then we had the ice cream after it had hardened a bit. Now, hey, I need the cover for this album, and the actual album for the other cover. ::sigh::

Ann-Margaret!!! Wow, Aubrey, you were right. That's pretty cool. But was she just an odd bit of casting for Bye, Bye Birdie, or is that just me? 

I should make to-do lists more often, I guess. 

Roger is drinking a Gibson, which is really nice when done 6:1 with Hendrick's and Noilly Prat, but he's probably drinking whatever passed for decent in the 1960s, so we'll leave on this note: thank you, 21st century, for premium triple- and quadruple-distilled spirits. 

This afternoon and evening I intend to:

freshen myself up. 

put bratwurst, green beans and new potatoes in the oven to roast. with onion. 

make coffee ice cream.

make drinks using gin, cucumber, lemon thyme, and lime syrup.  

listen to the new album I got while in Kansas City.

watch the first two episodes of Mad Men.

Let's just see how that all goes, shall we? Look for the pictorial follow-up later on!

ps, in the meantime, I'm using html again to make sure external links open in new tabs or windows. isn't it much nicer that way? I think so. 

Twitter updates for those who crave more dullness in life

Yeah. Sometimes I might say interesting things. No, really! But clearly that hasn't been the case in the past day or so...

The really hilarious part is that you don't even get to know the context of half these tweets; about 2/3 of what I say is a response to something I read. But I think I'll do this often. It might spur me on to some sort of effort at wit and/or cleverness. 

Lazy Saturday

You may know I couldn't scan for awhile. That was a super bummer, because I wanted to do a weekly magazine post. When I got my new computer, I thought I couldn't scan, because I couldn't print. I still haven't figured out how to get it to print; reinstalling drivers has not helped. But I can scan now!

Only I'm downstairs and the scanner is upstairs, so not at this precise moment. 

Being so depressed and then so sad or confused on top of that has made it really hard for me to write and make words. But after the trip last week to Kansas City, I did start to get a wee bit more inspired. I don't feel less bad, but more like I can carry on. I was just painting, in the meantime. I want to do more painting, but not forget that what I do is write. 

I have been moving my other Vox blog over to this space a bit at a time, but it's slow. It only lets me do the latest ten posts. That means I have to be signed on to the other one in the other browser, and delete those ten each time, then come back to this one to grab the next ten. That seems silly. I read why it's so, but I'm certain it needn't be. Anyway. I'm back to last December now, and I guess I'll do some more today. 

I was going to have a look at the ocean waves, but with rain imminent every hour, that seemed like a drag of a drive, to and from. I still crazily miss living right near the shore. Having it over an hour away feels torturous. 

Also, I got a Facebook thing to keep in touch with my brother, but if you find me there, I probably won't add you as a friend unless we've met in person. You won't miss anything, though, trust me. I'm just posting really old family photos, which I'll probably put here as well, eventually. It's kind of a dull, clunky place, and I don't trust it very much. It disappoints me that people spend so much time there, but I think it's just a certain way of things, a sort of "fast food" affair. To me, Twitter is far superior fast food, but there we are. My tastes often don't align with others. 

This summer, I have been watching more TV than usual. I have watched many episodes of Clean House, mainly. It satisfies both my need for Schadenfreude and for order to be made from chaos. I was going to mention some other shows I've spent time with, but it's mostly just that one, and ooh! I Dream of Jeannie! I think that show should have gone one more season, but they really kind of trashed it toward the end.