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When last seen, other than a few short tweets,we were in Elko, Nevada, and I was complaining that there were great chunks of the North American continent that should never have been settled, and we *certainly* shouldn't be encouraging idiots like me & Steve to visit them by building an interstate highway to them. I-80 continued to enchant the next day, when we drove as far as Rock Springs, Wyoming, where tiredness, rain, darkness, altitude, whatnot, combined to say "We're stopping here instead of continuing to drive." The people in Rock Springs were very nice, both at the KOA and at the supermarket, where we bought too many desserts. Pumpkin-chocolate chip cookies!

The next day was, thank goodness, our last stretch of I-80 for the moment. From Rock Springs, we made it to Denver in time for supper, even with my stop at Cowgirl Yarn in Laramie. Delightful people in that yarn shop! They are currently at 115 Ivinson, but wanted to let everyone know that in June, they'll be moving -two doors down, so they'll be next to the coffee shop instead of the chocolate shop (don't worry, the chocolate shop will still be easily accessible). I got out of the yarn shop relatively cheaply - lower prices than Baltimore-area yarn stores! Not counting the gasoline it took to get there, of course.

Denver is where we had built in an extra day, good thing, too, because after driving through heavy rain and snow, we really needed a break from the road for a while. Sunday, Vince and Chas did the driving - as we went up Pike's Peak, where there was more snow! We were only able to go up to 12,000 or so feet, as the road above that was closed. Interesting stuff: though there is no official venue for such sports, there were quite a few people skiing and snowboarding down the mountain. Absolutely nuts. Crucial thing to know for anyone else considering a day at Pike's Peak: the gift shop at the Glen Cove point has only one unisex restroom, that is one toilet, and so you can expect quite a line, especially if everyone has been drinking lots of water as is recommended for the high altitude.

Speaking of high altitude, I have to admit it did leave me a bit dizzy. Although we had been rolling along the highway at 6000 feet or so for a couple of days, and adjusted to that altitude, 12,000 feet is something else. My heart and lungs were not 100% happy with me. I recovered fully after a really long night's rest, though.

On the way home from Pike's Peak, we ate at the Rockyard Brewery and Grill, in Castle Rock, and I can highly recommend it to anyone else touring the area. Lovely Mission decor, excellent sandwiches; I hear the beer is quite good though I wasn't up for alcohol after already experiencing low oxygen, but I did have the homemade root beer, and it is spectacular. And free refills!

Since I slept in today, I missed breakfast, but made it out of bed in time to head to the zoo - where we found that not only was every parking lot and every side street full, such that even some school buses were roaming around looking, but every spot of grass in the lots was occupied by groups of schoolchildren waiting to go into the zoo. So we went to the Denver Museum of Science and Nature instead. Cool stuff! We only saw part of it, the dinosaurs and early mammals - lots of dino fossils found in Colo., so a lot of the exhibits were of local items! There is a really nice lounge in the back of the Space Odyssey area, where people can relax in armchairs while looking out a glass wall at the City park, and behind the city, the mountains. Very relaxing.

And then we went to a bookstore... well, Tattered Covers is one of the most famous independent bookstores in the country. Yes, I was bad. I was rather thoughtless, in spending unlimited time there without even wondering where the rest of our party was and whether they had other things to do. Sorry! And I spent too much, too. But hey, bookstore. And back at the Museum, the only things I got at the gift shop were one refrigerator magnet, and a bookmark for Cindy - surely that restraint balances things out?

By the way, back at Pike's Peak I only got a magnet, too, though at the Garden of the Gods Park, which is sort of an introduction area to the peak, I did buy a t-shirt because I did not have enough layers of clothing on for the expected temperatures at the peak. It's a cute t-shirt: three squirrels in the classic "hear no, see no, speak no" poses, with stuffed cheeks, and a caption that says "Birdseed? What birdseed?"

One of the books I bought is a collection of all of Stephen Foster's songs, along with a few from several other songwriters of the same era. It's funny how much we think of as being folk music was actually written by Stephen Foster.

Well. Having been extremely well-fed by C&V, and having some of our remaining cookies from Rock Springs for dessert, I think we're up to date now. Tomorrow we are back on the road, but I-80 is much greener, and fewer occasions of having to climb up mountains, from here on in. So, Omaha next!
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When last seen, we were headed toward San Diego. We drove down CA-78, through a great deal of sand, some of which seems to be used by a great many dune buggies out in the middle of nowhere. Sand, sand, and more sand. Glamis, CA, appears to consist entirely of an RV lot and a place to start one's dune buggy/ATV off into the sand from. Finally we got down to I-8, to zoom into San Diego. We arrived early enough in the day to get in a couple hours at the Reuben Fleet Science Museum, before checking into our RV park down in Chula Vista. That museum is one of the other places we had visited in San Diego on our previous trip. We ate supper at a really good Thai place in Chula Vista. The RV park was quite nice, and quite large. Good laundry facilities, extensive, well-stocked store. Then Monday morning, the point of going to San Deigo: the zoo! Got there a little after 11; on a weekday, had no trouble at all finding 2 parking spaces for the RV. My scooter worked just fine. Weather was perfect - sunny, but never quite hit 70 degrees F. So, we started with the 40-minute bus tour, just to get a quick overview of where things were and what looked best. Capybaras, giraffes, lions, the big stuff, were easily visible from the bus. When we got back to the beginning and retrieved the scooter, we had to decide which way to go. We didn't so much decide as drift, and we wound up at the meerkats fairly quickly. Although the bus tour had mentioned juvenile meerkats, they hadn't mentioned what we found most interesting: a mother meerkat carrying an infant by the scruff of his neck, finally putting him down in a spot where she and another meerkat - dad? - could sunbathe. Steve got several good pictures of the baby, and I'll get them posted when we get home. We probably spent half an hour with the meerkats; this is why we almost never get to see a whole zoo; we tend to keep watching the animals being themselves. Anyway, there were koalas, doing the absolutely nothing that koalas do so well. And there was young panda - 9 months old, not exactly a baby any more, but sort of a panda toddler. Eating carrots and apples and climbing into a hammock and nibbling on his toes. And then there were the warthogs. The baby warthogs were actually just nursing on mom and occasionally wiggling around. Dad warthog had the most peculiar hair/mane cut. But it was the juvenile warthogs that kept us amused for quite a while. They were climbing all over a large stack of tree trunks, much as you'd picture goats would do. The young warthogs are pretty sleek, a reddish color with white stripes and spots, like baby deer and baby tapirs (we had fun watching a very large tapir wade through a pool, too!). And the juveniles were endlessly playful, playing tag, dashing over to annoy mom and then dart out of her way, back around the entire compound in one zoom, back up the logs and then a leap off of them... it's a pity the gift shop didn't have much in the way of warthog gifts. I nonetheless managed to find stuff to buy; the younger Schoenlebers will find themselves stuck with panda souvenirs.

Tuesday was our drive up to Sunnyvale and Oakland. Somewhere along the way we passed a car dealership called Mossy Toyota; we managed to make more jokes about that than we should have. Cindy, you should be quite glad you're not with us; our conversation would drive you *completely* around the bend. The less said about I-5, the better. It's a giant reminder that most of CA is desert or mountains or both, and should never have been densely settled, and *certainly* we shouldn't have tried to irrigate all of it and then have the farmers get upset when the water starts running out. Because Los Angeles apparently always has traffic jams, no matter what, and because the RV isn't very good at reaching the speed limit when doing serious climbing uphill, we got to Sunnyvale very late, and had a nice but hurried visit with Kartik and Usha. Thank you for the cupcakes, Usha! And then we drove up to Oakland, managed to find Jeremy's in the dark, managed to park the RV on their winding street, staggered in, ate a banana, and went to sleep.

We spent Wednesday hanging out and eating food, and playing with Jeremy and Brenda's new dog, a totally sweet Papillon named Yukon, who DOES NOT YAP. Seriously, Not one single yap the whole time we were there. An adorable dog. Emily and Anika were adorable, too, of course. It was great to get the chance to relax and talk. Family stuff, not really anything the rest of y'all need me to post about. Thursday morning, B packed us a whole bunch of tamales and rice for the road, which we have just finished eating here at the RV park in Elko, NV.

Nevada should never have been settled by anybody for any reason. It is completely ridiculous that places like Elko are here. I was ready to do a whole rant about that, but it wore off some. Really, though, there is no point to humans attempting to settle the area between the Sierra Nevada and Salt Lake City, and the fact that these towns are here and have casinos is proof that humans do not have enough common sense to continue to support the species for very long.

Tomorrow: more I-80! Contain your glee!
bunrab: (alien reading)
Let's see. First, Gaslight Grimoire, an anthology of Sherlock Holmes fantasy stories (sort of) - which I've done an Amazon review of, but it's not posted yet; I'll provide a link as soon as that's posted.

Speaking of which, could some of you go read my reviews for The Magicians and Mrs. Quent and Grease Monkey and Life Sucks, click on the little Yes buttons for my reviews, and maybe even add comments to the reviews? Thanks!!

Speaking of graphic novels, which the last two mentioned above are, I continue my efforts to decide whether graphic novels count as real books for grown-ups, not just comic books with too much self-esteem. One of the funniest is Rex Libris: I, Librarian by James Turner, which is an intergalactic space opera featuring a librarian who will go to any lengths to recover an overdue book. First published as 32-page comic books, this book is a collection of 5 of those, which comprise a complete story arc. Great dialogue, good characters, fun light-science-fictiony plot. Don't miss out on meeting Rex's boss, Thoth! (Especially funny to me since I have recently been to see a bunch of Egyptian mummies at a museum.)

The source of the amigurumi lemur is a book called Tiny Yarn Animals by Tamie Snow. Of no interest to anyone who doesn't crochet, but if you do crochet, you gotta try a couple of these critters! The lemur is the cutest, of course, but the beaver is also tooo cute, and if you're a fan of Kitsune in Japanese stories, then you'd like the little red fox.

OK. Off to band rehearsal in Essex. Tomorrow: saxophone lesson. Note to self: must buy more La Voz reeds; Bill's here in Catonsville doesn't carry La Voz bari reeds, despite that it's a large store; the much smaller L&L in Gaithersburg has a much better selection of reeds, as well as a fantastic repair department. So tomorrow is Gaithersburg on the way to Montgomery Village rehearsal!
bunrab: (bunearsword)
So we went to the Winterthur on Saturday. They have really nice lunches in their cafeteria, including a fancy dessert table. I spent more time on the "Who's Your Daddy" exhibit than [livejournal.com profile] squirrel_magnet or Cindythelibrarian did. We all enjoyed the "Feeding Desire" exhibit - if you're anywhere in the area, that's a great one to go see. Of course right now, the house tour includes Winterfest, which is always beautiful. And mid-afternoon, there was a concert by a Sa"ngerbund - I forget the name of the group, but it was a chorus of about 30 people. Mostly songs we did not know, many of them in German. When we crossed the driveway to the gift shop, we noticed the largest holly tree I have ever seen, somewhere over 30 feet and full of berries. I am used to holly trees being spindly 10 or 12 foot things, and in Texas holly is a shrub; this was most definitely a tree! We got a good deal of holiday present shopping done in the gift shop. On the way home we avoided the evil Delaware toll plaza - on the way up, we were so busy talking, we missed the exit for easiest toll avoidance.

Backing up a bit. I did not wind up making the corn pudding for Thanksgiving. It would have been the last thing to get started, and when I got to that point, I realized that I had every single inch of space in my oven and my toaster oven completely filled with stuff already, more stuff than 8 people could possibly eat. (So I used the corn to make corn chowder late at night for S & I for supper - so we didn't have to eat the leftovers the same day!) We had a nice Auslese Riesling and a lot of apple cider. The day went well. My 7-month-old nephew Luke seems to be attempting to bypass crawling altogether and trying to stand up by himself and learn to walk. We watched "Babe" after dinner, which was popular not only with almost-2 Kyla, but also with my dad. My stepmom gave us a housewarming present, a Tensor floor lamp with a daylight-spectrum bulb in it - and it's dimmable! That will be useful not only for all my needlework but also for S's fiddling with stereo pieces and with gadgets.

Currently reading: Grease Monkey by Tim Eldred - very funny SF graphic novel - and The Eight by Katharine Neville, a thriller about Charlemagne, chess, the French Revolution, and auditing. The number 8 has many meanings in the book, and one of them is the "Big Eight" accounting firms, back when there were still such. Our heroine works for one that is a roman-a-clef Peat Marwick, often known as KPMG; in the book, the names of the firm form an acronym of FCK-U, which pretty much describes the firm's attitude toward its clients, its employees, and everything else.

I love museum gift stores.

Last day!

Jul. 16th, 2008 08:16 pm
bunrab: (beemer)
Tomorrow morning at 3:45 a.m. local time we get back on the bus to go to the airport in Wien, so this has been our last day. We did exactlz what we planned to do from the start: found a sidewalk cafe and ate too much pastry. After a couple of hours of that, we went to the Naturhistorichesmuseum for a few hours, then back to the hotel for the group dinner, which was at a cafe called Einstein (www.einstein.at) and we had Wienerschnitzel. I will tell you more about the pastry when we get home and I upload pictures.

It was a scorching hot day for Wien, being all of about 82 F. Everybody sticking to the shady side of the street, and even the locals requesting ice in their drinks.

The price of gas has affected the amount of traffic here - there´s very little, even during what I would think of as rush hour. One can´t say we´re not seeing traffic because we are in a hotel district or tourist district - we are two blocks from city hall, four blocks from Parlaiment and its associated office buildings. Of course there´s public transportation everzwhere, and also CityBike stands everywhere, as well as lockup sites for one´s personal bicycle. And there are more motorczcles and scooters here - though the balance is far more toward motorczcles and less toward scooters than it was in Croatia and Slovenia. And lots of those cute tiny cars, the Smart car and models of Smart that we haven´t seen in the US and other little teeny cars.

We have been pleasantlz surprised at how much Deutsch we remember, and have been using it all day today; generally we have been answered in English, but we were speaking clearlz enough that people understood our questions. Wien is verz handicapped-friendly, with curbcuts everzwhere, lifts everzwhere, cafes quite agreeable about me driving the scoot up to a table. Manz of the curbcuts are for the afore-mentioned omnipresent bicycles, which have their own dedicated bike paths on most streets and through most parks.

I sure will be glad to get back to an English-based keyboard. Though I wish I could stay and see more of this truly beautiful place.

Well, now to pack, and to shower and get dressed and lie down fullz clothed, so that at 3 a.m. I can get up out of bed and need do nothing except stumble me, mz scooter, and suitcase to the elevator, excuse me, the lift. We should arrive at Dulles a little before 1 p.m. Eastern time, and then with our group going through customs and whatnot, and the group bus back to the communitz college and the collection of music there and whatnot, I figure we´ll probablz be home about 5 p.m. Eastern time. Maybe I will be awake, probablz not. So it´ll be Fridaz before you start getting the good posts with lots of pictures.
bunrab: (bathtub warning)
Seaside resort town of Opatija is where we are staying. Pardon any odd typing - the keyboard is not set for English, so the y is in an odd spot and there are odd letters. Anyway, narrow twisty old roads, and motorscooters seem to be the main method of transportation. Currently visiting another resort town, Pula, and although it is somewhat flatter than Opatija and has some wider roads, still scooters are at least as common as cars. Western Croatia seems to like to think of itself as Eastern Italy - everything is ˝the Venice of Croatia (now I cant find the way to do quotes again) or the Riviera of Croatia - in fact our tour guide refers to the town as Opatija Riviera.

Our little OLPC XO computer isnt working; Steve thinks that repeated trips through Frankfurt security may have damaged its pseudo-memory. Right now the group is touring some very hilly area and it is very hot outside, so they have parked me at this internet cafe. My travel scooter is doing quite well, but with the heat, I just cant do everything outdoors. As you can tell, I havent found the apostrophe yet on this keyboard. And the z is where I expect the y to be.

Remind me to post later about:

Ethiopian airline helper in Dulles airport; vegan meal on plane; 5 hours in Frankfurt airport, including having to go through weird places due to being in wheelchair; 10 year old seatmate on hop from Frankfurt to Zagreb; little security at Zagreb airport. Then, bus and bus driver Toby, drive to Opatija (O PAT ee ya) lovely town, buffet suppers, hotel, first world, bathtub, key card electricity, rehearsal in hotel, concert in open air amphitheater, reception afterwards. Next day trip to Punat and monastery and winery, fig brandy, scenery, former Yugoslavian motorczcle racing. Chuck Berry concert in amphitheater, with fireworks. Today, bus to other seaside town Pula, then Poreč, where we will play a concert.

The bus driver and tour director have finally gotten the hang of dealing with me and mz scooter, and the tour guide for these day trips, too. Tomorrow we head for Slovenia, so we will acquire a new local tour guide. The bus driver is from Austria, so we are heading slowly back toward home for him.

OK, enough of dealing with this keyboard.
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Thursday: we got our passport photos, filled out applications, and sent them off with our expired-but-not-more-than-15-years-old passports in order to get new passports for the Baltimore Symphonic Band's trip to eastern Europe this summer. We got the passport photos at Walgreens, which is 2 blocks away, and I used my new travel scooter to get there, as an experiment (S walked; I can't walk that far). Well, it opened my eyes to just how much sidewalk STILL doesn't have curb cuts. A lot of backing up was done; our route wound up involving having to cross to the other side of Ingleside, then still needing S to pull the scooter up a curb, then crossing Rt 40 from that side of Ingleside and crossing Ingleside back to the other side to get to Walgreen's - which did have a nice friendly ramp into their parking lot from the sidewalk. The travel scooter does inclines quite adequately. That red recreational scooter I had gotten last year can go much faster, but can't climb inclines worth a damn - quite a difference in torque.

Friday: we and Cindythelibrarian went to the Baltimore Museum of Industry. Plusses: it's all on one level, no stairs. Lots of variety. Lots of real stuff. Free parking. Minuses: inadequate or nonexistent signage on several things. Apparently one staff person on duty for the whole museum. But apparently they are working on upgrades - there were people in the replica diner (which did not, alas, serve any real food) with blueprints and stuff spread out on the table, and they are apparently going to use more space for some exhibits, and whole new areas, and stuff.

The exhibit on WW2 War Bond posters was interesting - it goes away soonly - conveyed as much about the roles of the sexes in the 40's as it did about the war effort. The cannery is probably the single largest and most interactive area - but the clothing factory (read: sweatshop) fascinated me. Stuff we didn't know before: at one time, the largest umbrella maker in the country was in Baltimore. And the power drill was invented here.

Overall, worth the $10. They close at 4 pm every day, rather earlyish, so don't put it off till too long after lunch.

Today: the sun was shining and it was over 50 degrees. We rode. We ate lunch with the old farts Mature Mensans, then rode some more, including going by the house we're offering on (haggling on the details of which is still ongoing; our offer has not yet been officially accepted, as they are quibbling on ridiculous details) and checking to see if the width of the dead end street is wide enough for easy U-turns. It would be if it weren't so crowned; the steep crown makes doing the U-turn weird, as one is going uphill and then downhill at the same time as making the U-turn. Will need practice.

Time to start thinking about supper.

ET fix the link
bunrab: (Vlad)
Knit Kimono by Vicki Squares - yes, this is a book to read, not just knitting patterns. Reviewed at Amazon here.

A Year Without "Made in China" by Sara Bongiorni. Subtitled "one family's true life adventure in the global economy." Amusing. They didn't quite manage to actually get through the year without buying anything made in China, both because Chinese stuff sneaks into other products in insidious ways, and because they have young children.

A Wrongful Death by Kate Wilhelm - latest in her Barbara Holloway series. In the previous volume, I had gotten impatient with Barbara for her endless dithering/whining about her relationships and her career; apparently, the author did too, because in this book Barbara sees a shrink and gets some stuff straightened out. Meanwhile, the mystery plot is good, and it's on the timely topic of medical prostheses.

We got the Christmas tree undecorated and folded up and boxed, but didn't manage to get it back to the storage unit, so the living room floor is a bit crowded at the moment. For some reason, we have the antique button accordion in its case, which Squirrel Magnet has been carrying around from house to house for years, in the living room, as well. And his City of Austin departmental fire warden's cap is on the sofa. I'm not sure how this stuff manages to get into our everyday space so easily. Library books, I understand.

Yesterday we went to the American Visionary Art Museum, for Cindy's birthday. My impression of "visionary art" for a while now has been "stuff made by people who hear voices" and nothing we saw there contradicted that impression. You know, pictures that god told them to draw and to write all over. Some people seemed to be channeling George Washington, King George III, and Jesus simultaneously. Many who had OCD. Fascinating stuff, but - people who hear voices in their heads.

We will be headed back to Texas on Wednesday. We'll be checking email while we're there. We'll be coming back Thursday the 31st. The pet sitter is already looking forward to it - she loves giving the chinchillas their dust bath! And Cindy will be dropping in as well, to play with little Vlad. (That's him in my icon.)

When we get back, I *promise*, pictures of Vlad, and of my latest completed knitting and crochet projects.
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After a long day Thursday going through the Baltimore Museum of Art, we did almost nothing Friday - C & V brought a couple of DVDs with them, and a game, so we played Munchkin Cthulhu, followed by a couple of games of Guillotine, then watched "The Call of Cthulhu" and "The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra," which we are apparently the last SF geeks on Earth to get around to seeing. It is a hoot. Munchkin Cthulhu has slightly too many rules for my taste, but the cards are awfully cute!

We got them headed west toward Pittsburgh this morning, jug of iced tea and bag of leftover chicken in hand, so that they have lunch taken care of.

It's really good to have friends visit, and C & V are extremely good houseguests - but it's also good to be able to go back to our normal slobby ways, leaving half-opened mail on all the furniture, and walking around in the morning sans PJs or bathrobe.

Funny thing about the BMoA - it has one of Rodin's "The Thinker"s - but the one day C & V were there, that's the day that the piece was removed from its spot to be taken and weighed, because they're considering moving it to a different wing and they're not sure the new wing will structurally support that many tons of bronze. The plaque was there, and a square of less-faded tiles on the floor. Oh well, at least the Antioch mosaics are still right there; they are the best thing in the museum, to my mind.

We're hoping to convince them to come back in the spring or fall, when day trips to DC won't involve the risk of heat stroke and the presence of 400,000 other tourists. For that matter, there's still lots more to see here - we didn't even get around to a boat tour of the harbor, or a concert in the Meyerhoff - and we didn't get around to playing our stack of 40 or so other games! (V noticed the Transamerica game, and said that he doubted it was related to the movie, and I said, you're right. That would be a different game altogether.)

OK, enough babble. Gotta get back to work on the bookmark with her name in Hebrew that I'm making for my cousin's daughter's Bat Mitzvah.
bunrab: (bathtub warning)
Since [livejournal.com profile] squirrel_magnet has already recounted the end of our adventure of visiting the Homewood House Museum on the Johns Hopkins campus, I won't repeat that part. I'll just mention that although the "Fur, Feathers, and Fins: Pets in Early Maryland" exhibit was small, it was interesting; we enjoyed it, and talking with the tour guides (and interrupting one of them leading a group, to explain more than she knew about *why* Franklin stoves are better than plain old fireplaces for heating a room, and threw in a bit about Rumsford to boot.) In the gift shop, we bought several CDs of colonial-era music. There's going to be an interesting concert of Renaissance music at the house next month that we'd like to attend. Must investigate bus travel, for pete's sake.
bunrab: (teacupblue)
Went to the B&O Railroad Museum yesterday with [livejournal.com profile] squirrel_magnet and [livejournal.com profile] sanada. They have a really neat holiday exhibit from the Baltimore Area N-Trak club, huge layout that includes some pretty funny stuff. Somehow, I hadn't made the connection before now that oh, yeah, Chessie, the Chesapeake railroad mascot/logo - Chesapeake! Maryland! That's here! So anyway, that finally hit me in the head, and of course I bought a Chessie tree ornament in the gift shop, since our tree theme this year is cats as it happens!

While I'm at it, conga-rats to [livejournal.com profile] sanada on your graduation!

Recent reading:
The Shape-Shifter, latest in Tony Hillerman's series that has both Leaphorn and Chee. This one's mostly Leaphorn. Pretty good, although one of the plot hinges is maraschino cherries, and I don't share Hillerman's faith in the maraschino cherry as an irresistable item to everyone. I mean, *I* like them, but I know for a fact that lots of people hate them.

Also, sigh, yet another MaryJanice Davidson, Sleeping with the Fishes. It's about a cranky mermaid with a Ph.D. in marine biology. (Actually, it's mostly about the sex life of her boss and her best friend.) It's another light read with some amusing moments, not much depth, and a really cheesy plot.
bunrab: (Sniffy)
The Baltimore Symphonic Band concert Tuesday night at Oak Crest went fine. The "Santa Comes to Dixieland" piece is a hoot; I really enjoy the tenor sax part! Oak Crest Village is one humongous retirement community. After rehearsal, we went straight to BWI to pick Cindy up.

Wednesday Cindy wanted to hang out at a library branch, so that's mainly what we did in the afternoon - she's applied for a couple of jobs with the Balto. County library system, and wanted to see what the system is like. The Catonsville branch was as good a place as any to hang out. Found several new books. We also did some yarn-buying at JoAnn's, what a surprise. Wednesday night, Montgomery Village rehearsal (concert for that is this coming Sunday.)

Thursday, [livejournal.com profile] squirrel_magnet got hit with the worst of this cold we're passing around, so Cindy and I went to the Balto. Symphony Orchestra concert without him. It was all-Baroque - Handel, Vivaldi, Telemann. Meyerhoff is all decorated for Christmas. The guest conductor was one Robert King, who wore a black shirt and black trousers - no tux, no tie, no jacket. Exuberant and cute. Did not use a podium.

[livejournal.com profile] squirrel_magnet slightly more human today, so we went to the Baltimore Museum of Art for a few hours, and did a bit of holiday shopping in their gift shop. Ate supper at Salsa Grill, a Peruvian restaurant on Security right near the SSA offices. Good food, but the entrees are huge - one has to either split one between two people, or automatically save half for another meal (which then makes the price per meal more in our usual price range.)

Recent reading: The Sudbury School Murders (Ashley Gardner), a historical mystery set in Regency England, part of a series, which I shall probably go find the rest of, since it was pretty good. Hearts and Bones (Margaret Lawrence), a historical mystery set in Revolutionary-era Maine, also part of a series, don't know whether I'll bother hunting down the rest - I haven't decided whether I liked it or not. Slightly harder going than the other one, gorier and perhaps more perverse and more psychological than things really were back then? A couple of collections of SF short stories - one of them, The Emperor of Gondwanaland by Paul DiFilippo, several of the stories are fairly funny, including the title story, and the story that goes with the cover picture, which is indeed a gadget-using, scarf-wearing, giant beaver. Re-read The Light Fantastic - it's been re-issued relatively recently; I shall have to go back and find an old copy as well; it seems to me as though it is now slightly more congruent in details with the later stories than it was 20 years ago, but that could be my imagination.

I think that's all. Tomorrow may be TubaChristmas, if the weather calms down from heavy rain and strong winds as it is this evening.
bunrab: (chocolate)
1. Hey, people, flip-flops are a really stupid idea for footwear when you're going to a museum where you're going to be walking for hours. But if you were stupid enough to wear 'em, please don't bore everyone else in the gallery with your whining.
2. That goes double for mules (slides) with narrow heels. What were you thinking?
3. Cropped pants look dumb on most people. Cropped pants with a large tropical flower print look dumber. And cropped pants with a large tropical flower print on a guy look gaggably horrible. If you can afford that bicycle and that helmet, you can afford decent pants!

Dear teenage boy:
The answer to every question you asked your parents, me, and other random strangers, is on the sign next to each portrait you asked about. I know you can read, because you asked "Who's Roy Lichtenstein?" - so you read his name. Why not read the rest of the damn plaque while you're at it?

Dear Museum Shop:
Is it your contention that because admission to the museum is free, you can charge lots more for souvenirs? That certainly seems to be the way you have things priced.

Dear Museum:
The gallery in question just barely opened. How can the elevator be broken already?


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