September 2nd, 2006

memories

Saturday morning earworm invitational

I'm going to go finish cleaning the house and then get dressed and buy some fruit and doughnuts at Byerly's so my folks and grands and my Onie can come over for breakfast. (Hazards of being a morning person.) But first: athenais posted her rock and/or roll quiz results, and I got to talking about soundtracks to my college years in the comments. It's not always what popular music of the time would indicate -- the Wilburys and Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers were more a part of the second half of my college years than time would indicate, because Matt was the one with the stereo, and Matt is a huge Tom Petty fan. (Or was, but I suspect that the correct answer here is "is.") First half of college featured more Rolling Stones than one would expect, given that I graduated high school in '95, and also skzbrust's album was frequently in the rotation but not on the Top 40 radio at the time. On the other hand, some stuff is totally temporally predictable: the Counting Crows popping up under every rock*, for example, and Janelle bringing Alanis Morisette's first album into the physics office, and "Semi-Charmed Life" coming on the radio every time timprov and Curt and I were in an automobile together.

So what's the soundtrack of your late teens/early twenties? Any songs that immediately take you back, and are they of the type where everyone** of your age would recognize them or stuff that made people outside your social group confused?

*scottjames, half the time I use that expression, I think of our conversation in high school:
Me: "Stop finding suitors for me under every rock!"
You: "I can't help it if that's where they live!"

**For non-markgritter values of "everyone."
andshe'soff

A plan, then.

I have plane tickets.
I have hotel reservations.
I have a con membership.

So...I guess that means I'm going. Austin, TX, in early November, for World Fantasy Convention, in case you haven't been following along at home. Which of you should I go looking for when I get there?
reading

Week of August 27-September 2

One acceptance. Batting a thousand this week -- very cool.

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I'm also a little ways into a big thumpy brick called The Deceivers: Allied Military Deception in the Second World War. It's not at all comfortable to read, physically I mean, so it'll take me awhile. I was caught up on periodicals for a day, and then I got two more in the mail. Magazine subscriptions: the to-do list that refreshes itself.
food

Two food things. Wait, three.

I said this in e-mail, but I'm saying it again here because it is true: our house smells like someone cares about it again, which is to say it smells like sauteed garlic and onions. It's not that I never cook in the summer, but my cooking is a lot more interspersed with markgritter grilling, which is tasty but does nothing to make the house smell loved.

Also, this morning we introduced my Onie* to kiwi and mango. She had never tried either. She liked both quite a lot. She's 94. I really hope that I'm finding new things just as delightful when I'm 94.

It also highlights for me how much the world has changed, that she could get to 94 and never try a kiwi fruit before, or a mango. I don't remember the first time I had either. They've just always been there. "Always" is apparently a lot less than 94 years.

I lied to ellameena on e-mail this morning, accidentally: I thought we had more green tomatoes on the plants than we do. We still have a fair number, but the peak is clearly past. The next step will be to harvest the basil and make pesto until it comes out our ears. The cilantro never got happy this year, and I don't know what to do with the chives in bulk, as chive pesto does not appeal. But probably there will be fresh rosemary enough to make a few batches of rosemary buns, and it's getting to be the greyer, cooler season when rosemary buns are just the thing.

It's very hard for me to be modest about my rosemary buns. Especially with that tomato goop Byerly's sells.

*My Onie is my oldest great-aunt, for those of you who did not buy the souvenir scorecard at the gate. She's widowed and has no children, so she has her holidays and so on with us. "Onie" is from "Aunt Leona" becoming "Annie Ona" and then "Onie." It's also Japanese for "demon," which is not entirely inappropriate. But not in a bad way.