Apparently I haven't come very far in 20 years: I just bought John Lennon's Double Fantasy, which is about as classical as you can get without Neville Marriner.
Minor, little anniversary: twenty years ago today, I bought my first CD, a copy of Mozart's Mass in C-Major K317 performed by the Bavarian Radio Chorus under Eugen Jochum.
Kind of a silly thing to remember, I guess.
For those keeping score at home, here were the subsequent nine:
- Mozart, Requiem K626: Academy of Ancient Music, Hogwood
- Mozart, Mass in c-minor K427: Berlin Philharmonic, Karajan
- Berlioz, Symphonie Fantastique: Chicago Symphony, Solti
- Fauré, Requiem: Atlanta Symphony, Shaw
- Händel, Messiah: Chicago Symphony, Solti
- The Beatles: Beatles for Sale
- The Beatles: Abbey Road
- Les Miserables, London cast
- Mozart, Symphonies #40 and #41: Vienna Philharmonic, Karajan
So, yes, 20 years ago I was a classical nerd. I still am, but I've expanded my tastes. A little. The last ten CDs I've bought were:
- Joan Osborne, Pretty Little Stranger
- Glen Hansard/Marketa Irglova, Once
- Glen Hansard, The Swell Season
- The Frames, The Cost
- Kate Rusby, Underneath the Stars
- Gemma Hayes, Night On My Side
- Badly Drawn Boy, The Hour of Bewilderbeast
- Joan Osborne, Breakfast in Bed
- Robert Plant/Alison Krause, Raising Sand
- The Corrs, Talk On Corners
OK, so my tastes are still a little unusual, and I tend to scoop up entire ouvres when I find someone I like.
Also, just when you thought I couldn't possibly provide more useless information about myself, I plan to put my CD catalog online at some point, as part of a larger project that would actually be a commercial R&D effort. The CD catalog will be an example, not the app itself. So, stay tuned.
Apparently, I've never posted an entry on May 6th. May 5th and 7th, yes, but not the 6th.
Hat tip to reader TC for the story about last night's unexpected barbeque of 22.6 tonnes of beef ribs on I-80 outside Chicago:
The semi-trailer truck was headed east on I-80 about 12:30 a.m. Wednesday and was exiting onto southbound Interstate Highway 294 when a fire started in the braking system, igniting a blaze that consumed the entire trailer, said Master Sgt. David Bird of the Illinois State Police. The driver escaped without injury. The trailer was loaded with about 50,000 pounds of beef ribs, Bird said. He could not say what cut of ribs they were, but added, "There was no sauce."
Now, make them baby-back pork ribs and throw on some KC Masterpiece, and I'd still be eating.
I let two things slip past me this week:
1. The Chicago Cubs won their 10,000th game Thursday at Mile High Stadium in Denver. (They have since dropped two in a row against the last-place Nationals in Washington.)
2. Yesterday marked 10,000 days since John Lennon died.
Just got very bad news from my dad: Reggie died this morning of lung cancer. He was 13.
I'm not usually personal in this blog, but a combination of things have occurred over the past 24 hours that feel pretty good.
First, my apartment is done. Done, done, done. The last door was hung on the last doorframe, the last stick of furniture found a good home for itself, the last drop of paint splatted on the wall. Done.
Second—and this is, I'm not kidding, front-page news in Chicago—the temperature hit 21°C today for the first time in six months (it was 27°C on October 21st).
And finally, I believe I've broken a logjam (passed a kidney stone? sailed around the Horn?) at my office.
I will celebrate with beer, a book, and fresh air this evening.
The first—the most serious one—comes from David Brooks via my friend RB:
Let’s take a look at what [Clinton is] going to put her party through for the sake of [a] 5 percent chance [of winning]: The Democratic Party is probably going to have to endure another three months of daily sniping. ... For three more months (maybe more!) the campaign will proceed along in its Verdun-like pattern. There will be a steady rifle fire of character assassination from the underlings, interrupted by the occasional firestorm of artillery when the contest touches upon race, gender or patriotism. The policy debates between the two have been long exhausted, so the only way to get the public really engaged is by poking some raw national wound.
The other story, via Bruce Schneier, concerns a weird but scary Craigslist hoax:
Two hoax ads on Craigslist cost a Jacksonville man thousands of dollars in property Saturday and could land the pranksters in jail on theft and burglary charges.
The classified ads popped up Saturday afternoon on the Web site saying the owner of a home ... was forced to leave the area suddenly and that his belongings, including a horse, were free for the taking, said Jackson County sheriff's Detective Sgt. Colin Fagan.
The only problem is that Robert Salisbury has no plans of leaving his home any time soon.
Finally, a new dating website that left my friend TLC "flabbergasted but intrigued:"
You fill out a profile which consists of photos, your height, body type, education, occupation and a personal statement, and get rated by other members of the In My League community on a scale of one to ten based on your attractiveness.
Once you've been rated five times, you'll see your rating and all of your matches. Your matches are people who are within one point of your rating either way on the ten point scale. You can send messages and flirts to your matches, and when you appear as someone else's match, they send messages and flirts to you.
So if you're a 7.0, you'll be able to contact members who are rated as high as 8.0. And nobody rated below a 6.0 will be able to get in touch with you.
We live in interesting times.
Let's review. I moved back to Chicago from Evanston. Between finding my new apartment and moving to it, I got a job in Evanston, across the alley from the old Inner Drive World HQ.
Then yesterday, because my new company is overflowing, my team moved back to IDTWHQ.
Today we looked at new space. The new space would combine space currently occupied by a friend's company (she was surprised to see me troop through) and my attorney's old office. In fact, my office would be my attorney's office.
When I found my new apartment, I figured by now, I'd come to Evanston maybe once a month to see friends or maybe go to my favorite Evanston pub.
I feel like Al Pacino.
Gary Gygax, creator of Dungeons & Dragons, died this morning at his home in Lake Geneva, Wis. Half of the developers on my team are old enough to feel sad; the other half said "Dungeons and what?"