June 11, 2008
Happy is the man who infects his friends with superior albums. I turned work buddy Brent onto Cowboy Bebop yesterday, and he and I are shooting notes back and forth in real time as he absorbs the awesomeness that is Yoko Kanno and The Seatbelts!
And yes, you can only hear Tank! for the first time once, but you can enjoy it almost as much on the hundredth listen.
June 08, 2008
More Cats for the Internet!
Handyman ... or HandyCapable?
As long as we've owned our current house, the dining area has had this faux candelabra light fixture, with those little fake flame-shaped lightbulbs. The darn thing hung down well below head level, for me and Renee. If I had a nickel for every time I've bumped my head on that thing, I'd certainly be able to afford the bandaids that I had to buy because of it. I've cursed it, but until now, done nothing more about it.
This weekend, Jean determined that we were going to replace it. We went to Home Depot, Jean's idea of the Most Hellish Place On Earth, and bought a fluorescent fixture with a shiny beveled base. I bought a new light-switch, because the existing one was a dimmer, and dimmers on fluorescent fixtures are generally a no-no.
Now normally, I'd put the entire shebang on the shelf and wait until Jean's parents come to visit, since her dad has done a lot of landlordly repair work, and I, well, I have not. I try to avoid all forms of home improvement, as my experience has been uniformly dismal, and frustrating to boot. But I was feeling like I really wanted to get rid of the vampiric chandelier, so I resolved to give it a try.
Jean and Renee both dove in to help, and several breaker switches later, I'd proven I had no idea how to install the new switch-plate such that it would actually transmit current to the light. I put back the dimmer switch, and we moved on to the light fixture.
That turned out to be within our grasp, however sweaty and irritated that grasp was. Soon we were able to turn the new fluorescent fixture on. But not completely off. Turns out that our dimmer has never been installed such that it turns completely off. We just never really noticed, since the incandescent bulbs seemed to be dark.
Not the fluorescent one. It flickered with a ghostly light. Literally! In the middle of the night I got up and walked out into the dining room just for kicks, and it was like watching heat lightning on the distant horizon.
So today I was at Fry's for other reasons, and tried to get a light switch. They didn't have any. The local hardware store in Wilsonville had switches that seemed to have the same mysterious three terminals that had defeated me yesterday, so I moved on. The Tualatin hardware store was closed for Sunday. Finally, at Fred Meyers', I buckled and bought a light switch with three terminals. More breaker switching was had, and what do you know, the new switch worked! And no more ghostly flicker.
I feel the thing is probably installed incorrectly, but it seems to work, so I'm happy. No more bonked heads! At least not on a candelabra. I'm looking at you, oven hood!
On a walk today, Jean and I were discussing the whole affair. I mentioned how over the years I've avoided doing anything about it because home repair is so very, very frustrating for me. But again, over the years, I've gotten bonked on the head by pointy bits of metal pretending to be decorative vine leaves, and that had to accumulate until it eventually overbalanced my aversion to home repair. Jean said I'd reached my Fed-Up Index!
June 05, 2008
Boogie Stop Shuffle
I still remember the day at Anime Expo that I bought the first Cowboy Bebop album, and listened to it on a portable CD player in my hotel room. I was stunned. Stunned and joyous. This was some of the best, most striking music I'd ever heard. I still have that album, and Blue, both of which I listen to occasionally.
Funny then, that it's taken me this long to write down the correspondence I see between the Cowboy Bebop albums and this one. I've seen it for awhile, but now I just can't resist pointing out the obvious homage. If you know the Cowboy Bebop albums I've mentioned, but not Charles Mingus, then listen to Boogie Stop Shuffle and tell me the connection is not there!
June 03, 2008
Hi, Dr. Kierkegaarde!
I had my regular dental checkup today, and my dentist, Dr. Kierkegaarde, told me she had been Googling her name to try to help a patient find her practice's website (yeah, right) and my weblog came up on the first page of Google results! She said it was a sort of strange seeing her name in some unrelated article. So I figured I'd better boost my rating again and enter a post assuring her that I'm not a stalker!
By the way, since I've had reason to look up her practice's website when recommending it to my coworkers, here is the link: Burlingame Dental Arts
and here's my dentist: Dr. Kierkegaarde.
Am I being creepy enough yet?
Amazon's MP3 store was selling Led Zeppelin's Mothership for $5! So naturally, I caved and bought it. It's amazing how many of the tunes on this compilation CD I'm ranking four or five stars.