Sunday, July 27, 2014

Your Sunday Squirrel

Sorry for the lack of blogging.  My aunt passed away and I went to the funeral in Idaho.  Believe it or not, at the time it was actually hotter here than there.  Sure, she was 85; she lived a long, full life, but I still really miss her.  Anyhow, I was out of action for most of the week and I'm in the midst of getting ready to record next week.  So yeah, I had something of a crisis when I got back.  I had to record a scad of scratch vocals for my engineer and I was a little unsure of how to treat the tunes.  Plus, I was changing lyrics on every tune.  The good news is that I've finally gotten a handle on everything.  I spent all of today printing out brass parts and singing a bunch of tunes really well.

OK, so yesterday I ran into this fellow at Denny Park.  He was really hungry.  He was also acting kind of woozy.  I hope the four peanuts I gave him helped.  We parted ways and while I was headed back to my place, I saw a squirrel at 4th & Blanchard, right by the Darth Vader building.  It was a bit alarming to see a squirrel that far away from Denny Park.  I hope he made it back to his home tree OK.

Ah yes, I also witnessed the Torchlight Parade last night.  I have pictures.  I hope to post them soon.  I've really fallen asleep at the switch when it comes to parades.  I still haven't posted anything from the Edmonds 4th of July Parade.  I swear I will.  Anyways, there will soon be parades on this blog.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Spamalot

No, not the Monty Python musical.  This is different.  I checked my email this morning and I got an email notification from an old blog site of mine.  I haven't posted anything there in years, but it's still around.  See, in 2008-09, I decided to write 300 pieces for brass ensemble.  I wasn't going to make myself write one each day, but that's pretty much how it turned out.  Occasionally, I'd give myself the day off, but it was a rarity.  I finished the entire project after 323 days and then set to posting.  Funny thing, the internet of 2009 relied on hosting services in order to post larger files.  After all, I wanted to post the audio files that I exported from Finale, the notation software.  I set myself up with one hosting company and began posting every single piece.  A week after I finished, it shut down.  Yeah, just my luck.  Since then, the blog is still there, but it has no music files.  All kinds of descriptions, but no music.  Oh, well.  It was a massive project that made me really proud of my abilities five years ago, but I immediately went on to something else.  And that's pretty much been how I operate since then: do big project, move on.  However, the site attracts spam.  Most of it is cryptic or stupid or wants to help me with web traffic.  What I got this morning is pretty special.  Here it is:

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You think it's going to make sense and it just doesn't; it never quite gets there.  Sometimes spam is fun.  All the time care for it up - that's what I say!  I'm just trying to figure out what language this was translated from or what its author's native language is.  I realize that it actually might be engineered to not make sense so as to make it searchable.  And therefore, it might attract spam to this crappy blog.  If it does, I hope it's like this.    

Your Sunday Squirrel

Well, it's a few weeks later and there's the squirrel with the funny ear.  I'm super-sure his name is Bub.  I got a new iPhone this week and I was trying out the camera.  The thing is that you can edit the photo in the camera, but it doesn't come out that way when you export it.  I really zoomed in and the quality was still pretty good.  I can imagine that there's a way around this.  It's just that I never doctor photos.  I don't crop or do any of that.  They are as I took them.  With an iPhone, you'd have to get way too close.  The subject would scramble for the nearest tree.  For the time being, please imagine the squirrel being much bigger and the environment much smaller.

OK, so I was hoping to post about the Edmonds Fourth of July parade, but I haven't had time.  I won't be able to write anything till the end of the week.  It might be worth the wait.  There was conflict - not of the revolutionary sort, but rather Edmonds showed its crankier side and I made a stand against it.  Yeah, it was a study in heroism.  But for now, all you get is a squirrel with a bent ear.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Your Sunday Squirrel

Although many squirrels look very similar, there are some who are just a bit different.  This fellow has a slightly bent left ear.  I see him often in the park.  He's really quite friendly, even though it looks like he's ready to bolt for the next tree.  I don't give squirrels nicknames.  Most of them are just too tough to tell apart.  But no, I wouldn't christen this guy "Bent Ear" or anything like that.  That seems a little too obvious.  It's like in Bad Santa when Thurman Merman asks Billy Bob about the elves' names.  Santa says something like: "How should I know?  I just call them all bub."  That's kind of how I keep track of the squirrels.  They're all bub.

New Douchery!

OK, so it seems that this guy is scrawling on a lot of stuff.  I've seen more of his tags around.  I saw these two just walking back from the store.  One thing's for sure, he ain't no artist.  Hell, he isn't really all that good at spelling his own handle: 
Ha!  Nicely done, chum.  I've said it before and I'll say it again, douche.  

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Your Sunday Squirrel

This guy looks similar to one a few weeks back, but he's different.  The pose is the same, but the few-weeks-back fellow is in a patch of sunlight and this guy isn't.  Squirrels have been rare of late.  I didn't have much of a chance to visit Denny Park this week because I was in Snohomish at my parents' place.  Their squirrels are completely unfriendly, but they have hawks and owls to contend with, so who can blame them?  But they're still around.  I thought that since I didn't see them raiding the bird feeder, they were all gone.  No indeed; they're just very shy.  They do like to scramble around on the lawn, but they don't venture to the bird feeders anymore.

Prade 2014

Well, today it was OK to be proud and gay.  Wow, that really super-rhymes!  In years past, I've taken a whole slew of photos and then left after a fashion.  There was always a lot more parade.  This year, there was about four hours worth.  I think every gay person in Seattle must have marched in that span of time.  I left after nearly two hours.  Since I've taken so many pictures in the past, I wanted to feature just a few to sum up the event.  Well, here's your few photos:
It's grand marshal George Takei!  He's gay, you know.
And here he is with more of his police escort.  I've always found him a pleasant guy.

Oh, and Macklemore was there, too.  Here is a bad photo of him:
So yes, there were many, many marchers.  Of course, this year also had its share of naked people.  As usual, the majority were those you'd never want to see naked.  But there were a few who looked quite fetching.  Sorry, no pictures.  Just take my word for it.  This is quite different from the past when the unsightliness was near-total.

Anyhow, it was a fine, if not extremely long, parade.  Be proud, folks.  And be careful in dumb countries like Uganda.  Those guys don't know anything.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Your Sunday Squirrel

This was not an altogether good week to view squirrels.  I blame it on the fact that the days are so long.  Squirrels get up at first light and are generally back in their trees by the time I stroll by and shortly after 8:00.  This particular squirrel is from a few weeks ago.  He's shouting at another squirrel.  Note the cupped paws.  He was trying to let him know that I had run out of food and that I was a very alarming predator.  How clever of him.

My View

Two weeks ago, somebody thought it would be a great idea to do this across the street.  I dunno, I think it says "Hobbesy."  Yeah, that's kind of like Banksy, except Banksy uses images as a critique of society and this guy doesn't know where the mouth goes.  In the last few days, I've seen other tags by this guy.  It harkens back to the days of Zeb, the douchebag who tagged everything.  A word of advice: no one cares about you spray-painting your name on anything.  Nobody.  I think we've gone beyond pissing on things to claim them as territory.  It's just a juvenile statement that is unimportant to everyone.  Zeb the douchebag was eventually caught - twice.  The community rejoiced.  He really wasn't any good.  Plus, he was a douchebag.  When they busted him in Portland, this is how he looked:
Yeah, so much for subverting the dominant paradigm.  Who knows, maybe this guy Hobbesy or Hobbes or whatever is a true rebel - just like the ones they show on commercials for cell phones and luxury cars.  Me, I long for the days of Eye Guy or Scary Skull Guy.  All we've got is taggers these days.  It's like having all drum machines and no real drums.  

Sunday, June 15, 2014

One of My Neighbors Did Not Like Race for the Cure


First off, thanks for the heads-up about this from a reader.  Wow, somebody actually reads this crappy blog.  Hallelujah!  Anyhow, it seems that somebody really hated all the noise they were making during the Race for the Cure.  In her defense, they did start screaming "Woo!" at 8:00 on a Sunday morning.  And this incident did happen at around 9:30, so she put up with it for quite a while.  Me, I had already been up for a long time, but I can sympathize.  But her mistake was tossing a bag of garbage on the crowd.  The article notes that it was predominantly kitty litter, some frozen chicken and at least one bottle.  She hit a few people and missed even more by just this much.  And for that she's got popped for felony assault.  Ouch!  OK, so the charges got knocked down to reckless endangerment, but that's a pretty serious initial collar.  Now, I've been roused at all hours by various noises caused by very stupid people.  In fact, last Saturday at midnight some dumbass parked his self-propelled stereo in front of my building, opened all the doors and cranked the volume.  Why?  Who the hell knows?  I tried shouting from the window for them to turn down the damn volume but it was just too loud.  Fortunately, once I got my shoes on to go down there and instruct them in the error of their ways, they left.  That didn't make me happy, but I wouldn't toss garbage on them.

I'm not one of these people who says, "Well, if you want your rest, move to the burbs."  Most Sundays and most of the week, Belltown is peaceful and very sedate.  After all, this is Seattle.  It's a sleepy town.  It's too bad this rather comical incident happened.  But when you feel powerless, weird stuff happens.