For the past couple months I've been engaged in what I've jokingly called my "Personal Book Club." Ever since I began recording a newscast in the evening 4 years ago, the amount of reading I've engaged in dropped to almost zero. This has been rather disconcerting since aside from listening to music, reading as been my preferred method of escape. With everything I have going on at work and home, escape has become a necessity lest I further deteriorate into a sullen, bitter ball of stress. Thus was born the "Personal Book Club."
The premise was that I would go to Labyrinth, drink coffee, and read whatever book I chose from around 7-9pm once a week. I wouldn't fret about reading the book any other night of the week and it the outing would give me a solid 2 hours of no distractions from a staggering to-do list at home, the computer, my dogs, and Matt. I've tried keeping the night I do this to Mondays since it's one night I don't current…
"Secret, Profane and Sugarcane" opens with a twang so old that you're not sure if Elvis dropped us in the middle of the 1940s bluegrass movement or if he is a revived Civil War balladeer. It's easy to forget for a moment that this is the same Welsh guy that gave us driving rock songs like "Radio Radio" and "Pump It Up" back in the 1980s.
Admittedly, I am not a lover of bluegrass or country music and my knowledge of American folk music runs shallow. That doesn't matter when listening to this album. Costello gathered a group of fine musicians for his back-up band on this earthy release.
Themes of love lost, loneliness, and pain run deep; which is amusing when you consider that Costello landed himself a fine wife in Jazz Singer Diana Krall. Either way, he's tapped into the consciousness of a broken heart on tracks li…
Ali enjoys a Bloody Mary in a Wizard of Oz glass the morning after the John Hughes party. I believe those are Ian's cigarettes on the table. We all were hurting to some degree the next day but we agreed we had a fine time.
Some Unexpected Guests, current and former, do a little show for the John Hughes Party. Where else can you get prosthetic glow in the dark horse legs, a business that involves crapping in cars as art installations, and kites stuck in uncomfortable places?
I realized I have accomplished a lot on my to-do list for this summer (original post). Here's the mid-July update:
1. Have a drink whilst sitting in a rocking chair, watching the sun set at the Hotel Lenhart in Bemus Point. (UPDATE: We've watched sunsets while drinking, just not from Hotel Lenhart)
2. Plant dahlias, an azalea bush, and maybe some begonias and geraniums in my garden
3. Dance at three of the four weddings we're invited to before Labor Day (the fourth is a Muslim celebration, no drinking or dancing).
4. Read 2 books. I set my standards low when the weather is nice. (I've actually read 3 books since May since I can't count Perfect Fifths by Megan McCafferty. I congratulate myself on coming up with the concept of a personal book club night at Labyrinth Press Company)
5. Enjoy limoncello over frozen lemon ice on my porch (UPDATE: I've enjoyed limoncello several nights at Forte)
6. Play skee ball at Midway Park (UPDATE: Probably won't accomplish unless…
My cousin's bridal shower is a sea of pink. Her wedding colors are actually pink and brown, which will make her wedding the second one we go to this year with those colors. My cousin is the one in the white dress standing just right of center in this hastily shot picture before it was my turn at the buffet table.
What do you get after a night of indulgence? Why Wegmans coffee and a breakfast sandwich of course! We needed some protein before we head over to Jade and Dave's apartment to help them move into their new house in Jamestown.
Yes is the tenth release by Pet Shop Boys. The 18-year old band has created an album that has a familiar, yet fresh sound. Overall, it plays like a soundtrack for happy hour at the local gay bar. You could dance to it but you prefer to just listen while enjoying your drink before heading home to your not-yet-legally recognized husband who is waiting with dinner on the table. It's fun, but it's grown up.
First single and opening track, "Love Etc.," off the new release is instantly recognizable even though you've never heard it before. The album begins with a statement about the things we surround ourselves with to make us happy when maybe we just need love.
A clip from Tchaikovsky's ballet "The Nutcracker" lends a demented edge to the otherwise anthemic, clap-along "All Over The World."
Neil Tennant has filled Yes with songs like "Did You See Me c…
Ten years ago I graduated from college and was on the casual search for a job. By casual I mean I waited about three weeks after I crossed the stage at Commencement to start idly sifting through online job listings. I didn’t know that in another week and a half I’d be packing up my car and moving to Jamestown to start a job in radio news.
My first impressions of Chautauqua County were shaped by the people I met while interviewing. A future co-worker gave this ringing endorsement, “This may be a small town, but it’s a great place if you want to raise a family. The schools are great. It’s a beautiful area.”
Being 22 at the time, my immediate internal reaction was, “Well, they have a Wegman’s, so I’ll make do for now.” I realistically only planned to live in this county for two years. Plus, growing up near a city, I couldn’t fathom the idea of being away from the “civilization” of coffee shops open until midnight,…
The sun set lasted forever. It started out in pinks and purples and kept deepening into reds. The moon rose behind us and you could even see stars in the sky. After a prolonged period of gray, cloudy weather, this vision of the heavens around us was welcomed.
Friends and a sun set. We had moved so our backs were to the Lake so as to avoid the smoke from the fire pit. Later, most of us turned to watch the fireworks while Ali and Shannon roasted strawberry marshmallows (that's all they had left at Wegmans) for s'mores.
Rolling out the crusts. I'm making two pies. I'll have enough crust leftover to make a covered pie, so I'll have to decide if I want to make a fruit pie tomorrow. It feels funny to be making pie during the day in the summer since I'm so used to doing this on a November night before Thanksgiving.
Matt, Laura and me at the Liberty Street Cafe. For about 20 minutes, I wasn't sure if we were going to follow through with our dinner plans since I was bumming out about my Aunt Margie dying. Then I figured she'd kick my ass if I just sat around the house moping and crying. Dinner was the right choice. We got to see a lot of friends who we hadn't been in touch with for so long.
Hanging out in Warren with our friends at the Cafe. It was good to see everyone since we haven't been able to get together since New Year's Eve. Dinner was tasty too. I had the Vietnamese Pork Pho. Enough food for 4 people in one bowl.
The river of rain down our street. The weather these past few weeks has been rough in terms of outdoor stuff like softball games and our city's summer band shell series. It also has kept me from working in the garden. Please ignore the maple tree that apparently is sprouting above my bushes.