Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Today the snow fell in the valley. Sure, it was only a flake or two, and it didn't stick, but I could see it! This means it is time to break out the champagne glasses with snowflakes on them, and toast the first snow of the season. This is actually the first year we'll be attempting this tradition, but I like it. It works for a variety of reasons.
One, there are only two champagne glasses with snowflakes (the result of a secret work party gift exchange thing- I hope whoever got my re gifted picture frame thing was happy...).
Two, there are only two of us. How many occasions are the Beardocrat and I really going to have to use two fancy snowflake glasses?
Three, I am recently a winter convert. Having never particularly enjoyed the entire Winter Season (minus Christmas, of course, who can hate Christmas) I have acquired an appreciation of all things cold.
Four, we have that bottle of sparkling Peach juice just waiting for us to be underwhelmed by its 'meh' flavor.
Today is the day. Happy Winter, folks!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
As I was contemplating life on the way to work (and the fact that the cost of fixing Constantine's ujoint is more than my faithful little CR-V is worth) I saw a sign for Flirty Aprons. I own a flirty apron. It was a gift which I appreciate because I didn't have an apron and I actually use it. But I don't use it to flirt. I use it to cook. I am not sure what the benefit of having a flirty apron is over having a regular apron as I am not even sure who the apron would flirt with. If the purpose is to flirt with the menfolk... I am sure as long as they are getting dinner they couldn't care less about the type of apron utilized to make said dinner.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
It is no secret I am a music person. I've always been. A lesser known fact is that I am a jazz lover/hater. I got into Jazz in high school. Perhaps it was because I was recovering from an unholy 6 month period in Jr. High when I actually liked Country Music... but Jazz just hit the spot. All the pathos. All the longing. All the heartache. I still think that some of the best music about heartbreak can be found in the Jazz standards.
My love affair didn't end in High School. When I lived in Scotland there was this little pub called the Malt Shovel that had an amazing live jazz ensemble every Tuesday that played D'jango style jazz. They called themselves Swing 2004 at the time, but their name changed with the year. I had big plans of one day having them play some sweet tunes at my wedding... alas, I did not marry a Scotsman, and I think flying them over here would have been a BIT pricey.
Now, I feel it time to confess that I am seeming to hate Jazz. I've been searching for some really great current stuff, and I just can't find it. At least on this side of the ocean. There are a few British groups that are still producing good Jazz... but too much of it falls into the overly expirimental category or the too smooth elevator music category. The other day I was listening to an album that was supposed to be the greatest Jazz guitar ensemble in 20 years. Yawn. The whole thing was so disappointing. Back to my John Coltrane albums.