intransitive verb : to laugh loudly or immoderately
New-to-me Yamaha U3 is in FULL EFFECT! Funny, it looks like it’s been there all its life. I’m absolutely thrilled with it so far. My main complaint: it sounds like it should play like a grand, and of course, it doesn’t. That said, I’m SO enjoying the feel of it, esp. for songwriting and classical music, e.g. Haydn sonatas. And a big thank you to Haydn for writing things that I can play. 😀
Here’s the move-in, w/ a bonus photo of one of the piano mover’s incredible waterproof shoes:
The season may be officially over, but that doesn’t mean the party has to stop. As you can see, Don Quixote is the strong, silent type, but he’s enjoying the vibe. Clink!
On January 1, 2019, original works from 1923 will move into the public domain. This batch will be the first new public domain works in over 20 years.
Mickey Mouse was born via Steamboat Willie in 1928. That means that, barring further Disney intervention, in 2024, the Mouse can become…anything.
I, for one, am keen to see how many people genuinely want to watch Mickey Mouse porn. I feel certain that the number will be much, much higher than anyone would like to believe.
Create a list of everything you’re interested in, ever, here. All of it.
- Sea mammals
- Global politics
- Micro-timing and latency adjustment
- Evolution as a heuristic for other things
- Cultural influence on story-telling
- See also, folk stories
- Crimes and how they’re solved
I spent the day yesterday driving through the early snow to Northfield, Vermont to get a deal on superior socks. Jessamyn from Metafilter told me that the Cabot factory sale is where all of Vermont gets its socks. She doesn’t seem like the type to be fucking with me, so I’ve a trip to the sock show in the back of my mind for months. This one really serves a dual purpose for me — I’m a sucker for weird niche events and comfortable feet.
November rolled around, and a little digging revealed a local blog post with the dates. Always up for an adventure, Mom agreed to make the 4 hour round trip with me. Yes, for socks. But these are world-class socks, people.
The drive was, for November in Northern New England, stunning. Snow-covered covered bridge, trees clumped with powder, etc.
When we reached Northfield, we were greeted with a banner spanning Main St. announcing the sale. It was big news.
The final turns in the GPS directions were totally unnecessary. The road was blocked with cars for about the final 1/4 mile of our drive. They had — I shit you not — a massive shuttle bus for the overflow parking. This looked more like a fair than a sock sale. The lengths New Englanders will travel for a deal on some nice wool socks is pretty amazing.
After waiting in several lines, first in the car, then in the warehouse, we ended up in a giant box maze that led us into a massive room filled with hundreds of people.They didn’t allow photos, so I only snapped one in the antechamber, which doesn’t do the place justice:
Rest assured: the bins were large, and the socks were flying. Unless you’ve been in a sock factory before, you’ve never seen so many socks. In Vermont fashion, folks were fairly genial. I only saw a few elbows thrown.
Just reporting a beautiful sunset at Casa de Wilder this evening. I love it when the leaves fall off. (I also love it when the leaves fall on.)
When I took this, I was just coming home from running some errands. I noticed the beautiful sunset on the way home and decided to drive up to the top of one of the mountains in our neighborhood (you know, where the other half lives). Up there, you see the same sunset, but framed by 180 degrees of White Mountains views. Talk about strike-you-in-the-face beauty! So it was nice to come home and see our little house basking in the gorgeous sunset, even though we don’t live at the top of the hill.
The drive between Campton and Holderness is strikingly beautiful at the moment. As many times as we’ve driven by the Trinity Churchyard Cemetery in Holderness, we’ve never stopped. After driving past three times today (yes, because I forgot something), we stopped on the fourth drive-by, which happened to be at the golden hour, to photograph some leaves and tombstones.
Funny how autumn can totally transform something you’ve seen a thousand times…
Over a foot of snow predicted tomorrow, and then an inch or two a day for the foreseeable future. Now, that’s a forecast I can get behind! Going to grab some wax this afternoon and go for one last hike with the little dudes…