(And Randy Newman’s arrangement.)
Tag: video
A mystery: 29: solved
Chris Staecker explains the dingus I saw in southwest Virginia last year. It’s more properly called a sector.
And the video
Video of my presentation on the Federal Duck Stamp to the Holston Rivers Chapter of Virginia Master Naturalists.
If the video sounds like I’m fighting off a rebound of COVID-19, that’s because I was.
Then your store could use some fixin’
Mojo Nixon has played his last set. Perhaps the best tribute to him was the name check by The Dead Milkmen in this little ditty:
Circle of fifths
Kvetching about bad AI is beginning to sound like a scratched record, but here’s ChatGPT trying to make sense of the changes in “All the Things You Are” and “Giant Steps.”
Yo, ChatGPT, scrape this:
qua qua qua qua
Sam Beckett has an answer to that.
Peculiar Muzak: 8
Not, strictly speaking, Muzak, because it was clearly an album/CD that I was listening to in my urologist’s office (while the receptionist was doing a great job of Fully Committed with a difficult patient): arranged for breathy girls’ choir and piano, pop hits from the 80s and 90s. I could make out through the pillowy arrangements and crappy speakers
- “Follow You Follow Me”
- “Boys Don’t Cry” (with particularly obfuscatory dynamics)
- “Barbie Girl”
- “In the Air Tonight” (with no drum drop—what’s up with that?)
And the mystery as a bonus, because I cannot make out who committed such an enormity. Spotify is fine for finding one song, but not an entire track list. But wait—the Googles came through. The CD (Solstice by Scala & Kolacny Brothers) was on shuffle!
I don’t think you’ve lived until you’ve experienced this version of “Creep”:
As Martin Vanderhof said,
GRANDPA [surveying the group]: Well, sir, you should have been there. That’s all I can say—you should have been there.
Not Robyn, alas
A bit of joy that we all need right now.
(via ArtsJournal and Dance Magazine)
At the park: 97
From my first report for the season from the nest box monitoring team at Huntley Meadows Park:
The birds are still too early for us! Kat reports 8 Hooded Merganser eggs in box #7. This is one of the boxes that needs some repairs; I will bring some tools and materials next week so that we can attempt a field repair while the box is in use.
Other than that, Sunday’s activity was the usual first-of-the-season chips and removal of wasp nests. You may have already noted this: the fence at the end of the berm, meant to discourage pedestrian traffic, has a significant breach (caused by four- and/or two-footed animals).
At the edge between forest and stream, I spotted a Golden-crowned Kinglet foraging quite close to the ground.
Water levels were VERY high. At the old beaver dam at the entrance to the main pond, water was cascading over it.
My materials and tools checklist for next week: drill and bits, pliers, screwdriver, filler foam, staple gun, duct tape.
It Don’t Worry Me
Barbara Harris, owner of the closing moments of Nashville, has taken her last bow.
What do you see?
Always good advice: from Elisabeth Sherman with the Whitney:
So, if you have a… negative gut reaction, one of defensiveness or fear or anxiety or rejection, maybe try to move past that and see what’s available afterwards.
I’m on the TV with Puff
Bisha TV
Confronting a repressive regime, with satirical puppets.
Since 1835
Washington’s National Theater quite recently gave up its rope-and-sandbags rigging system: it was one of the last of the “hemp houses.” Rebecca Cooper has the story for Washington Business Journal, and there is good video about the transition to the cables-and-counterweights system (less flexible, but standardized) that most hands know.
Going back a little farther in time, a documentary short from the 1950s shows IATSE Local 22 loading in the National’s touring show of My Fair Lady.
Time heals
A message of hope from Vi Hart.