(no subject)
Jan. 5th, 2009 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseSooo darn tired. I think I got about 3 hours of sleep last night. And Colin is still working. Yes, at 9:00. Yes, his job normally ends at 4:30.
And Jeff left town today before I ever had the chance to get home. Not like I didn't know this and give him appropriate goodbye hugs last night, but it's still odd to come home to an empty house.
And yet, life does not suck. I watched some Stargate over dinner (About all my brain was up for) and my cat sat upon me for most of that time. School starts tomorrow. And I had many and varied excellent times over the holidays, ending with the big trip to the cabin for New Year's. It's a slightly different group each time, and thus a slightly different effect.
The weather was nicer than it has been, but remained too cold to build a snowman, in spite of Tomaas's determination. So we dug out a large part of the ditch and grass area right by the road into two large piles and left them overnight. When we came back next day, we dug away the edges until we had smooth round compressed spheres (Which we then moved into the ditch a ways to make sure the drifts wouldn't pile across the driveway when they caught against it), and added a head from the stuff that had compacted more naturally where we'd been digging (It still wasn't as tight packed as a snowman made the usual way gets, for instance, once good thump of my hand assured that we had a female snowbeing. We also threw snowballs at one another from the other remains of our packed-down piles, adn got much covered, even though we were too lazy to get up and go far often, and thus ended up msotly pitching them while sitting in or around the ditch. Both days, i ended up with enough snow in at least one pocket to make a snowball once I got indoors - and in both days, i was kind to our fine sheltered friends.
More fun was had indoors, of course, but I'm not inclined to write it all out. I will say that Ethan may have poisoned us all on Wii Fit (Did you know that after three hours' exercise in one day, the machine stops counting?)
Since we got back into town, I've been alternating edits on Bird of Dusk and loading huge piles of music onto the new MP3 player. EVERY song I previously had stored in my music collection fit, plus several of Colin's, plus multiple CDs I hadn't got around to because the old one held so little music.
Well, probably every song. I did notice a glitch in one folder where six songs disappeared between the computer and the player, but they loaded fine when I fixed it manually. And I've been too lazy (Or sane) to go through every song on every other folder to find out if anything else vanished.
The first playlist I actually listened through was the Heather Dale Live in Koln album; not bad. No surprises if you've seen her live (Many of the intros are kept shorter than I've heard her do here, probably because she worried that some of her audience couldn't follow too much English). Only two new tracks (A fiddle set showcasing their German accompaniment and a German song) or three if you haven't seen her live (Martin Said to His Man isn't exactly new to her repertoire, but it's not on any other album).
It also covers 8 of the 14 tracks from the other rarity/live album, the Hidden Path, so the two feel more like alternate versions of the same album than like two distinct live albums.
I felt a slight longing for her version of Matty Groves, or even more fresh material.
But it's all presented well, with only one obvious flaw, the same one you get in most of the live concerts; Ben's mike is way too low when he's on harmony. I don't know why they keep doing that; he's also only on vocals on one studio track that I recall. He's not got Heather's kind of range and feeling to his voice, but he's a perfectly good supporting growl, proven on those tracks where he's audible (And his Intro is probably the best one.) I'd generally tell people to go for Road to Santiago or the Gabriel Hounds if they wanted a sample album, but this does capture the small but enthused crowd feeling, even if the place the audience is singing along are almost as hard to hear as Ben.
And Colin is home! (At Quarter to 10.) Bye.
And Jeff left town today before I ever had the chance to get home. Not like I didn't know this and give him appropriate goodbye hugs last night, but it's still odd to come home to an empty house.
And yet, life does not suck. I watched some Stargate over dinner (About all my brain was up for) and my cat sat upon me for most of that time. School starts tomorrow. And I had many and varied excellent times over the holidays, ending with the big trip to the cabin for New Year's. It's a slightly different group each time, and thus a slightly different effect.
The weather was nicer than it has been, but remained too cold to build a snowman, in spite of Tomaas's determination. So we dug out a large part of the ditch and grass area right by the road into two large piles and left them overnight. When we came back next day, we dug away the edges until we had smooth round compressed spheres (Which we then moved into the ditch a ways to make sure the drifts wouldn't pile across the driveway when they caught against it), and added a head from the stuff that had compacted more naturally where we'd been digging (It still wasn't as tight packed as a snowman made the usual way gets, for instance, once good thump of my hand assured that we had a female snowbeing. We also threw snowballs at one another from the other remains of our packed-down piles, adn got much covered, even though we were too lazy to get up and go far often, and thus ended up msotly pitching them while sitting in or around the ditch. Both days, i ended up with enough snow in at least one pocket to make a snowball once I got indoors - and in both days, i was kind to our fine sheltered friends.
More fun was had indoors, of course, but I'm not inclined to write it all out. I will say that Ethan may have poisoned us all on Wii Fit (Did you know that after three hours' exercise in one day, the machine stops counting?)
Since we got back into town, I've been alternating edits on Bird of Dusk and loading huge piles of music onto the new MP3 player. EVERY song I previously had stored in my music collection fit, plus several of Colin's, plus multiple CDs I hadn't got around to because the old one held so little music.
Well, probably every song. I did notice a glitch in one folder where six songs disappeared between the computer and the player, but they loaded fine when I fixed it manually. And I've been too lazy (Or sane) to go through every song on every other folder to find out if anything else vanished.
The first playlist I actually listened through was the Heather Dale Live in Koln album; not bad. No surprises if you've seen her live (Many of the intros are kept shorter than I've heard her do here, probably because she worried that some of her audience couldn't follow too much English). Only two new tracks (A fiddle set showcasing their German accompaniment and a German song) or three if you haven't seen her live (Martin Said to His Man isn't exactly new to her repertoire, but it's not on any other album).
It also covers 8 of the 14 tracks from the other rarity/live album, the Hidden Path, so the two feel more like alternate versions of the same album than like two distinct live albums.
I felt a slight longing for her version of Matty Groves, or even more fresh material.
But it's all presented well, with only one obvious flaw, the same one you get in most of the live concerts; Ben's mike is way too low when he's on harmony. I don't know why they keep doing that; he's also only on vocals on one studio track that I recall. He's not got Heather's kind of range and feeling to his voice, but he's a perfectly good supporting growl, proven on those tracks where he's audible (And his Intro is probably the best one.) I'd generally tell people to go for Road to Santiago or the Gabriel Hounds if they wanted a sample album, but this does capture the small but enthused crowd feeling, even if the place the audience is singing along are almost as hard to hear as Ben.
And Colin is home! (At Quarter to 10.) Bye.
