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I wanted to write this earlier, but my laptop is beyond broken. Saturday night, it worked perfectly well for over two hours. Sunday night, it was almost, if not completely, the opposite, and now I can't get it to boot up at all. This is terribly frustrating. I don't know if I should get a new one or take this one somewhere for expert repair. It's only four years old, which I know is ancient, but don't get me started on the world of planned obsolescence.

In considerably better news, Dave is coming up (even as I type) so we can go see the Detroit Symphony again. This time they're playing Mahler's first symphony. Originally they were going to have the famed former child prodigy Midori playing a violin concerto, but she had to cancel and so someone else is going to play a different violin concerto, Sibelius's, which we've seen twice before. Nice, but how often does one get a chance to see someone like Midori? Apparently less often than you'd think. But it will still be good. It'll likely be the last DSO concert of the season for us.

Not much else to report, so I'll share this story of a guy and his werewolf boyfriend. Just like everyday life, eh? Don't worry, it's fairly gentle for a werewolf story (unless you're a cat).

DIRTY PAWS from Karina Farek on Vimeo.

It's lilac time in Michigan

Lilac selfie 2015
My lilac has good years and bad years. This is a pretty good year, with lots of blooms. These two photos are from three days ago, just before I drove up to my sister's house for a Mother's Day cookout.

The title of this post is the title of a humorous song by my friend Jim Perkins. The first line is "I used to kiss her on the lips, but it's all over now." I just checked, and couldn't find the song on Soundcloud, but he has quite a few others here and here and even here too.

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May 10, 2015

My previous post started with an apology. And then I took another four weeks to write again. Obviously my apologies are not to be trusted.

The highlight of the last few weeks was seeing the Detroit Symphony perform Bruckner's 4th symphony. with Dave as usual. Dave will be here in a short while as we go back to Orchestra Hall to see Mahler's 1st symphony and a concerto performed by the famed violinist Midori not the famed violinist Midori who, unfortunately, cancelled due to illness.

In the meantime, I've managed to sleep an awful lot. This is what some depressed people do, see. Sigh. As it turns out, I have a sleep study scheduled for this week, so I have to somehow avoid three-hour naps this week, or else my sleep study will be a mess. It would be nice if I could feel better overall so I can avoid the naps. We'll see. I'm going to try getting more physical activity in. I've been away from the gym for a few weeks, which is quite the waste of a gym membership fee. Even if I just use the treadmills and exercise cycles there, it's a start.

I'm beginning the process of shopping for a new car. Pray for me. I haven't done this in ten years. My Stratus has developed quite a few issues that haven't prevented anything yet, but will at some point. So it's probably time. I'm looking at outdoorsy kinds of cars from Jeep or Subaru (the latter being kishenehn's fault, but only partly). Well, I will be looking, when I actually get to a car lot and put myself at a salesman's mercy. *shudder*

My lilac has bloomed and it's having a good year. I took a photo, but I haven't processed it yet.

Oh, yeah, the worst bit: I am still fighting with my Win7 laptop. I went so far as reinstalling the OS, then re-updating it, and finally when it seemed stable I downloaded the latest ESET NOD32 antivirus (which has worked very well for me for four years). And then ... the very next day it did its hang routine with the frizzy geometric pattern onscreen again. GAH. I don't know whether to kill myself or go bowling, at this point. It's probably going to a repair shop at some point. I can't imagine anything else I can do.

How's this for an omnibus update? Too many subjects for one blog post, I know. Anyway... here's hoping I come back sometime sooner than four weeks. Hope all y'all are well. You still look great.

Apr. 12th, 2015

Sorry it's been so long. You haven't missed much, though.

The show on April 3rd went surprisingly well. I don't know how much to say; I actually was not really mentally ready to perform a show, except when the time came I performed it and did well and got lots of compliments. So apparently, I don't really know. I played first, got to sit down and enjoy the Lost Cuzzins play the other half of the show, and had a nice slice of apple pie.

The only unpleasant surprise was leaving the venue to find it was sleeting. It could've been worse though.

The laptop is about the same as it was. At the moment it's fine. About once a week, it is prone to frequent freezes, and then it throws itself into repair mode, and then it's fine for a while. I'm now weeks behind in Windows Updates as a result, unfortunately, but I'm afraid to get it caught up until I can effect an effective long-term fix. I should do that soon, though, because my antivirus program wants to be renewed in the next twelve days.

It might actually be spring here, finally. At least the daffodils and tulips that are just blooming today hope so. All my neighbors were out yesterday doing that yardwork frenzy that suburbanites do. They're making my lawn look bad.

It's Poetry Month in North America. I wanted to do something associated with it, but it's not coming together, unfortunately. I will note that my friend vaneramos is writing a poem a day this month, and he is quite good at it, so if you like good poetry go visit his LJ.

Charlie Monterey show this Friday!

Details from Maggie Ferguson on Facebook:

Live! From the Living Room Acoustic Showcase
oldfrontporch.com

Unity of Lake Orion
3070 S. Baldwin Rd
Orion Township, MI
www.unitylakeorion.org

Admission: $10.00/person Doors open at 7:30 Show at 8:00 pm

Friday, April 3rd
Charlie Monterey - songwriter and song interpreter, Charlie plays his own music and covers a myriad of others as well as songs of the American West, tales of Michigan, and the Great Lakes. Charlie's lustrous guitar and his clear tenor voice perfectly frame his warm, friendly songs.

The Lost Cuzzins - are Ron McPhail, Dean Barnett, Jim Williams, and Kent
Krueger. Their family ties are mysterious, including bloodlines from Ireland,
Japan, Wales, Germany, and some nefarious Cajun influences. Their music is a mixed bag of folk, country, light rock and blues, and includes many of their own creations. All of the Cuzzins sing, and intricate harmonies are one of their specialties. Each musician is a multi-instrumentalist, which makes for lively, interesting performances, which include acoustic guitar, bass, mandolin, dobro, keyboard, harmonica, cello, banjo and pennywhistles.

Our new home features a beautiful auditorium, comfortable seating, fine sound system, and free, convenient parking. Refreshments available

Directions: Take I-75 N to Baldwin Rd North exit 84A. Go north on Baldwin Rd approx 1.9 miles. To the west you will see the Dollar General. Unity of Lake Orion shares a short driveway with the Dollar General. Turn west into the drive then jog left into the church parking lot. The church is set back from the road and might be hard to see at first. Coming from the south, if you get to Waldon Rd, you've gone too far.

Here's a map link:
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Unity+Church+of+Lake+Orion/@42.735034,-83.308775,15z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x0:0xf5464dcba11d8f5b?sa=X&ei=Qr4iVNbXGYqMyATbvIAo&ved=0CGQQ_BIwCw

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Apr. 1st, 2015

It's a good thing I don't get paid by the number of LJ posts I make.

Update on my laptop: The repair shop determined that the hardware is OK, so the problem must be with either the operating system or other software; perhaps it's a virus, or perhaps damaged system files. To repair that, they would have required me to buy an annual service plan. It's possible they would've applied the diagnostic fee that I already paid to that subscription. But I took the machine back. I can fix software, even up to reinstalling Windows, if I have to.

That was a week ago. I did some work on the system, and it has worked better than before, though it still freezes up occasionally and I have to reboot. It seems to help when I clear the Firefox cache well before it gets to its maximum size. I can't say that's the thing, though. I'll have to work on it some more.

Other news: I went to visit Dave in Indiana. I was driving there on the day the governor signed the so-called Religious Freedom Restoration Act. We spent a lot of time shaking our heads at news broadcasts. We went up to the Nashville House for chicken dinners, apple butter and biscuits, and giant home-made cookies to go. It was a very pretty day and the trip was only somewhat marred by horrible road construction just outside of Clarksville. (Grrr.)

Road construction is hugely prevalent now. At the Michigan-Ohio state border, one is confronted by a sign reading "Road Work Next 50 Miles" and they are not kidding. Of course, that's better than in Michigan, where everyone pleads poverty and the roads are crumbling to dust, but that's another rant.

Other than that, life has been pretty average lately. I have another thing to mention, but I'll give that its own post.

As the computer turns

In the comments of my previous post there was some discussion of tattoos. I wanted to write about mine, since there's a little bit of a story to it. But ... here's where the excuses come in, of course ... I'd need a photo of the tattoo, right? And my camera is working, but it only connects to the Win7 laptop, not the WinXP desktop (I think because the memory card in the camera is too new for WinXP). And the laptop had to go in for service on Monday. So I can take a photo, but I can't get it out of the camera until the laptop is fixed. So, unless I use an old photo of the tattoo, which I'd rather not do that, it'll be a while for the story of my tattoo. Next week, maybe.

The laptop developed this interesting quirk of running for between one and ten minutes, then freezing up while a psychedelic plaid pattern filled the display. Neither trackpad nor keyboard registered, and I would have to cold boot the thing. Sometimes it would restart fine, other times not, regardless of what repairs or diagnostics I could run. I don't know enough to fix things like this, so off it went and we'll let a geek deal with it. Worth noting, too, is that the battery had reached the end of its useful life, too, and needs replacement.

The laptop woes mess up my life a little, because there's no more sitting on the couch or in a coffeehouse with it until it's repaired. Good thing my desktop is still working, even if it's nine or ten years old itself and the hard disc is something like 80% full. But the desktop isn't very portable, so I'm stuck in my office/music room/clutter room if I want to do computer stuff. (I may have to take my work laptop home this weekend, but don't tell anyone....)

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The status is quo

It has been pretty dull in this corner of the universe these last couple of weeks. Since the last cannon blast of the 1812 Overture echoed away, it's been a regular cycle of sleep, work, and eat, with occasional trips to the gym. I have managed to get to the gym twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, regularly for a few weeks, and that makes me feel good. The significant cold spell we had from late January through February has lifted and most of the snow has melted.

Last week marked the first anniversary of my mother's passing. I contemplated some sort of post here but couldn't really pull anything together. Arguably, seeing the DSO play the 1812 was kind of the big thing in that regard for me. On last Friday, I alternated between goofy utterances and staring off into space for long moments. I've been OK other than that.

I've been lax in photography lately, so I ran out for a short trip on Saturday and managed to snag a photo of Sweetest Heart of Mary Catholic Church in Detroit as the sunlight got really nice and warm:
Sweetest Heart of Mary
That's was about all I managed with the camera before the sun went behind a huge bank of clouds. Such is life.

I'm trying to come up with something exciting this weekend. Maybe some retail therapy, I dunno. A coworker thinks I should get a new tattoo, which doesn't seem like the thing one should just jump into. I have long had ideas for another one, but not the pressing need to do it. I've long had all kinds of ideas in general. They've just kind of sat there, needing some sort of motivation to happen. I'll report back if something does happen.

1812 Overture (BOOM!)

I went to see and hear the Detroit Symphony Orchestra play the 1812 Overture, in the finale of their TchaikovskyFest. I took my sister, who had never been to see the DSO before. The program included the second symphony, a.k.a. the "Little Russian," and two works for cello and orchestra, a nocturne and the Variations on a Rococo Theme.

The first 3/4ths of the program was fine, as fine as the DSO has been playing all season. Great playing, insightful interpretations, and many fun moments. The cellist, Narek Hakhnazaryan, was serious but had playful moments, interacting with the orchestra as they tossed the spotlight back and forth. Our ovations enticed him to give us an encore, which took a somber tone as he dedicated it to the memory of the 1.5 million lost in the Armenian genocide, 100 years ago this year. The piece, Lamentations by the Italian cellist and composer Giovanni Sollima, alternated dolorous held notes with sections of fierce, adventurous playing; it sounded very modern, and was obviously heartfelt. The audience gave him a bigger ovation after this than even before.

And then came the peak. I cannot be objective, for this very personal reason: The 1812 Overture is probably THE classical work introduced to us by my mother that affects me most deeply. She would turn it up as loud as it would go when she played it on the stereo. I haven't been able to think of the piece in the last two weeks without tears. Fortunately, I know the piece so well I didn't have to "study" it beforehand. From the opening notes of the mid-strings today, I was choking back sobs. It was hard work to not make a spectacle of myself. I believe they played it as well as they've done anything else I've heard them do, but I was so lost in the whole experience. It was, I have to say, the loudest I think they've ever played, but that was perfect. Gods, what an experience.

I'm very glad my sister was there. She was about as affected by the performance as I was. I only wish we could've taken Mom. I would have gladly paid for box seats.

An added pleasure: We saw jjfmi and his partner Sharon. They had seats right up front. That means they felt the cannons very well, I'm sure.

I think I'm done with symphony concerts for a while. Dave and I bought a four-pack on a special deal (this one was not part of that) and the next one is in late April. It's Bruckner. I will have to study for that one.

Music a lot

I've gone to three concerts in the last two weekends. Even that wasn't enough, because there were two on Friday night I wanted to see at the same time, so I had to pick one. You could call it a music glut, and that's a good thing.

Last Friday, Dave and I went to see the Detroit Symphony on night two of their TchaikovskyFest. That's right, seventeen days of the great Russian composer. The programme was the Marche Solennelle (a seldom-programmed piece), the second piano concerto, and the sixth symphony, also known as the Pathétique. Olga Kern was the soloist in the concerto, and she was stunning in both ways. When she entered, I gasped "She's beautiful!" but I immediately was ashamed because I had reacted only to her appearance. Then again, making a grand appearance is in the job description. She started playing with such energy and nuance, the beauty of the piece exceeded that of her and her gown. After the intermission, the orchestra delivered a brilliant rendition of the Pathetique, triumphant in the third movement and truly sad in the fourth. The DSO is playing SO well this year.

Realizing I hadn't been to the Ark in Ann Arbor in a long time, I took the opportunity to see Cheryl Wheeler there two nights ago. I saw her at Hiawatha a few summers ago, so I expected a great show, and she delivered. I was surprised it was mostly her goofy songs and not many of her deep, heartfelt songs, but that was fine. I think it was a more intimate show and so she talked more to the audience. The opener was Lucy Wainwright Roche (are there ANY Wainrights who don't perform? I hope not, actually) and she was fine too, just as talkative and friendly.

The show I missed was Jo Serrapere and her trio at Crazy Wisdom Bookstore and Tea Room. I had to walk by it twice to get to and from the Ark. But the show times just did not allow even popping my head in to say hi to Jo. Next time, I promise.

Finally, last night I secured a spot in the open mic list for Mama's Coffeehouse at the Birmingham Unitarian Church, which allowed me to see Billy Brandt & the Sugarees. I've kinda known Billy for years, but this is the first time I've seen one of his bands, and they were outstanding. By turns rootsy and cosmic, their good time on stage made the audience feel great. I even bought two of Billy's CDs. My set of three songs went way better than I could've expected.

I think next week I will have to stay home and play CDs or something... unless I talk myself into going to see the last performance in the TchaikovskyFest. They're playing the 1812 Overture. I really should go.....

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