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Friday, March 31, 2006
Friday Feast
I actually am posting this on Saturday morning. I had it written and was about to post it last night when my monitor had a Great Big Freak-Out(TM). It has since gone to the big components store in the sky, and I am using a really awful fuzzy old spare that we just hadn't got around to shooting at yet. Good thing we're just rolling in dough, I'll just cruise down to Best Buy and pick up a new 30" flat-screen...
(um, that was a joke.)
Without further ado, the Friday Feast:
Appetizer
Name 3 things that you think are strange.
1) Fish with both eyes on one side of their heads.
2) That more people aren't skeeved out about eating lobster. IT'S A REALLY BIG BUG, PEOPLE.
3) Modal music.
Soup
What was the last ceremony you attended?
Can it be Jenn's wedding? I actually had to sit and think about this for a long time. I haven't gone to any graduations or other weddings, and I don't think I've been to any funerals, or even the Memorial Day ceremony in town. So yes. Jenn's wedding. A year and a half ago. Wow. I guess I don't get out much.
Salad
What is one lesson you have learned in the past year?
I must remember not to squinch up my face when I take pictures. It looks horrible. Also. Always Check The White Balance Setting.
Main Course
Tell us about one of your childhood memories.
Hmm. The thing is, I have zillions of childhood memories, but they're like little snippet-memories -- not much of anything that plays out like a little story. Even the things I could tell as stories are really, in my head, just the snippets with the details filled in by what I know happened without necessarily remembering it. Like, say, when I think of the day we bought my horse, when I was nine years old, I remember the anticipation beforehand. I remember the checked pants that either my dad or my grandpa wore. I remember sitting in the stands at the auction and watching my grandpa bid. I remember the horse that would be my horse at the end of the night walking around the ring, and I remember after we trailered her we noticed that someone had tossed a beer bottle in the trailer, so my dad pretty much crawled under my horse to get it out and she didn't bat an eyelash so, according to Grandpa, we knew she was A Good Horse. I remember sleeping on the way home in the truck and waking up and seeing cornfields lit up by the headlights beside the road. I remember waking up the next morning and remembering I had a horse and how that was quite possibly the happiest moment of my life up till that point. But I couldn't tell it to you like a story, really.
Dessert
If you could extend any of the four seasons to be twice as long as
normal, which season would you want to lengthen?
Spring. Double the flowers to photograph (evil cackle), double the joy of having the sun set a little bit later each day, double the nice fresh green grass and double the lack of stickers in my socks.
Comments
we just hadn't got around to shooting at yet
Not sure if you meant that literally, but I love how you just casually drop that in there. You would fit right in here in Nebraska. :)
Posted by: mary at April 1, 2006 12:16 PM
Mary... of course I meant that literally. Except now we'll be shooting at the other one.
Except of course that if that's some punishable environmentally unsound practice then I was totally joking. Um, yeah. I'm a big kidder, I am.
Posted by: Rachel at April 1, 2006 12:25 PM
Rachel, I love your blog! So glad you're doing LBY and I found you. In no way do I mean this in a rude way, but I think we're a lot alike! (if that horrifies you, just don't tell me.) welcome to LBY, and I'm behind. way behind. i can't get it to work, right now so what am i doing...? reading your blog of course.
Posted by: HolyMama! at April 1, 2006 07:23 PM
Hazardous waste dork says:
Well, there is no LAW that says you can't just throw away monitors and, well, bullets, since you are residential people (at a place of business, it's a different story, you can't put that stuff in the landfill). It's not the nicest stuff to put in a landfill, but I won't tell if you won't. There are worse things to shoot at.
Sometimes at work we need to get rid of lead. I give it to a buddy of mine who makes it into bullets for his muzzle-loader.
Posted by: mary at April 2, 2006 07:59 PM
What is "modal" music?
Posted by: jenn at April 3, 2006 12:03 AM
Jenn, modal music is -- well, you take a particular key, like, say, the key of C. You use the same NOTES as the key of C (that is, no flats or sharps in the key signature) and then you shift the 'base' note from C to something else. So, say, in the Dorian mode, you'd call it 'D Dorian', and instead of being sort of centered around C the way it should be, it would be centered around D. It is... weird. It sounds weird.
Posted by: Rachel at April 3, 2006 12:07 AM
"1) Fish with both eyes on one side of their heads."
We were watching something on the travel channel the other night. something about weird food. And they were making bat. the entire bad in a wok. hmmm. REALLY nasty looking!
Posted by: debi at April 3, 2006 02:00 PM
