Friday, March 16, 2001
784.0.
Hawks on the wires, Stony Point and Rainsville, the Rainsville one (Red-shouldered, I think) watching me nervously but not flying away as I rode by about 12 ft away. The land drops a ways below the road on the right there, so the hawk on the wire was almost level with me on the bike.
Looked at a house - depressing. $1350 - excuse me - $1395 for a two "bedroom," where one of the bedrooms was actually the former garage. You can see the dollar signs in the landlord's eyes with crap like that. It was and basically still is a one-bedroom house, but that wasn't bringing in the desired income. It would probably cost US a mint to heat that room, which would not otherwise really be inhabitable in winter, and you can't NOT heat it because they took out the door between that and the rest of the house. Tiny little kitchen, tiny living room, medium-sized bedroom.
SO depressing. One good possibility is someone Terrie knows who's about to move out of their place....
Other than that, nice bike ride, with the hawks and all. Lots of geese around too, and I flushed a duck from the creek on Rainsville. Still windy on Rainsville, but didn't seem as bad, and I did the dirt and gravel shoulder-ride without too much sweat. Better than usual climb up the King hill, like I've been riding regularly or something...
Hawks on the wires, Stony Point and Rainsville, the Rainsville one (Red-shouldered, I think) watching me nervously but not flying away as I rode by about 12 ft away. The land drops a ways below the road on the right there, so the hawk on the wire was almost level with me on the bike.
Looked at a house - depressing. $1350 - excuse me - $1395 for a two "bedroom," where one of the bedrooms was actually the former garage. You can see the dollar signs in the landlord's eyes with crap like that. It was and basically still is a one-bedroom house, but that wasn't bringing in the desired income. It would probably cost US a mint to heat that room, which would not otherwise really be inhabitable in winter, and you can't NOT heat it because they took out the door between that and the rest of the house. Tiny little kitchen, tiny living room, medium-sized bedroom.
SO depressing. One good possibility is someone Terrie knows who's about to move out of their place....
Other than that, nice bike ride, with the hawks and all. Lots of geese around too, and I flushed a duck from the creek on Rainsville. Still windy on Rainsville, but didn't seem as bad, and I did the dirt and gravel shoulder-ride without too much sweat. Better than usual climb up the King hill, like I've been riding regularly or something...
784.0.
Hawks on the wires, Stony Point and Rainsville, the Rainsville one (Red-shouldered, I think) watching me nervously but not flying away as I rode by about 12 ft away. The land drops a ways below the road on the right there, so the hawk on the wire was almost level with me on the bike.
Looked at a house - depressing. $1350 - excuse me - $1395 for a two "bedroom," where one of the bedrooms was actually the former garage. You can see the dollar signs in the landlord's eyes with crap like that. It was and basically still is a one-bedroom house, but that wasn't bringing in the desired income. It would probably cost US a mint to heat that room, which would not otherwise really be inhabitable in winter, and you can't NOT heat it because they took out the door between that and the rest of the house. Tiny little kitchen, tiny living room, medium-sized bedroom.
SO depressing. One good possibility is someone Terrie knows who's about to move out of their place....
Other than that, nice bike ride, with the hawks and all. Lots of geese around too, and I flushed a duck from the creek on Rainsville. Still windy on Rainsville, but didn't seem as bad, and I did the dirt and gravel shoulder-ride without too much sweat. Better than usual climb up the King hill, like I've been riding regularly or something...
Hawks on the wires, Stony Point and Rainsville, the Rainsville one (Red-shouldered, I think) watching me nervously but not flying away as I rode by about 12 ft away. The land drops a ways below the road on the right there, so the hawk on the wire was almost level with me on the bike.
Looked at a house - depressing. $1350 - excuse me - $1395 for a two "bedroom," where one of the bedrooms was actually the former garage. You can see the dollar signs in the landlord's eyes with crap like that. It was and basically still is a one-bedroom house, but that wasn't bringing in the desired income. It would probably cost US a mint to heat that room, which would not otherwise really be inhabitable in winter, and you can't NOT heat it because they took out the door between that and the rest of the house. Tiny little kitchen, tiny living room, medium-sized bedroom.
SO depressing. One good possibility is someone Terrie knows who's about to move out of their place....
Other than that, nice bike ride, with the hawks and all. Lots of geese around too, and I flushed a duck from the creek on Rainsville. Still windy on Rainsville, but didn't seem as bad, and I did the dirt and gravel shoulder-ride without too much sweat. Better than usual climb up the King hill, like I've been riding regularly or something...
777.5.
Vulture on the crossbar of a telephone post on Skillman; I had to stop and look at it for a sec. Unlike most birds that fly away as soon as they see you're interested, he just sat there and stared back.
Warm and sunny, but I'm a bit late today.
Yesterday afternoon, very windy -- enough so to make the ride difficult. When I got home, there was a paper taped to the front door - 30-day notice.
Initially, anger, because the current landlord has acted all caring and cooperative with us up to now, and this is REALLY short notice after six years, and we note that she signed the thing *10* days ago. Further there was a phone message from her about the future owners coming by today, with no mention of this at all. Man is my rectum sore!
Quick on the heels of anger, despair. We've looked at rentals in this area, found ones we liked, and been turned down after waiting -- not so bad when you have a secure place to apply from; VERY bad if you have to be out of the current place by April 15. Also, we were paying $900 here, and anything comparable will be $1200 or more. This in the middle of planning and paying for wedding and reception stuff, by the way.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but crying was definitely the front-runner.
Then, attempted action. Browsed the online newspaper classifieds, and called about two places. Debated whether to email Terrie or let her remain blissfully unaware for at least the drive home, and then she got home anyway.
Looked at a 2BR house going for $1350 - maybe slightly bigger than the current place, but in the middle of town, across the street from an apartment complex (higher possibility of burglary, not to mention late-night traffic, gunshots, who knows what else.
We went to the chinese place for dinner (and now THEY are annoying me too, serving EVERYTHING within like ten minutes [and didn't they forget to bring rice?]...) to talk over the options, such as they are. Discussed cancelling the Death Valley part, but really, that wouldn't save us a lot. And the problem seems to me more about the futility of finding a decent place in 30 days than about the money we'll have to blow on first-and-last etc. And the MASSIVE inconvenience of having to move two weeks before a still-in-the-planning-stages idyllic desert honeymoon vacation.
We determined to lower our standards a bit, without being able to determine much else, as we are at the mercy of prospective landlords and a fairytale real-estate market. We will even go for a one-bedroom place, if we can cram all our stuff in, and we accept that this may be the end of Road Rash Diaries as we know it.
I do figure I can handle a 10 or 15-mile commute regularly (depending on hills and safe shoulders) and could even do 20, 25 on a semi-regular basis, and there's also the bike-bus-bike option, but distance from work isn't going to be a determining factor in where we "choose" to live.
This may turn out to the good, but I can't see it at the moment. Though, y'know, the prospect of a new, different, place is kind of exciting no matter what the place is -- it's a fresh start.
The fondest hope is that we can squeak into someplace around $1200, drop some of the luxuries like cable TV and possibly the cable internet, hunker down and get serious about saving money for a home where this cannot happen to us again.
Note that this happened to me once before, many years ago, and I ended moving first to a hellish situation in Bolinas, later to the girlfriend's Mom's house, through one or two "satisfactory" apartments, before landing in the great Fairfax duplex where I lived for 11, 12 years. And it was tough, but also a load-off, to move out of THAT place too.
Vulture on the crossbar of a telephone post on Skillman; I had to stop and look at it for a sec. Unlike most birds that fly away as soon as they see you're interested, he just sat there and stared back.
Warm and sunny, but I'm a bit late today.
Yesterday afternoon, very windy -- enough so to make the ride difficult. When I got home, there was a paper taped to the front door - 30-day notice.
Initially, anger, because the current landlord has acted all caring and cooperative with us up to now, and this is REALLY short notice after six years, and we note that she signed the thing *10* days ago. Further there was a phone message from her about the future owners coming by today, with no mention of this at all. Man is my rectum sore!
Quick on the heels of anger, despair. We've looked at rentals in this area, found ones we liked, and been turned down after waiting -- not so bad when you have a secure place to apply from; VERY bad if you have to be out of the current place by April 15. Also, we were paying $900 here, and anything comparable will be $1200 or more. This in the middle of planning and paying for wedding and reception stuff, by the way.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but crying was definitely the front-runner.
Then, attempted action. Browsed the online newspaper classifieds, and called about two places. Debated whether to email Terrie or let her remain blissfully unaware for at least the drive home, and then she got home anyway.
Looked at a 2BR house going for $1350 - maybe slightly bigger than the current place, but in the middle of town, across the street from an apartment complex (higher possibility of burglary, not to mention late-night traffic, gunshots, who knows what else.
We went to the chinese place for dinner (and now THEY are annoying me too, serving EVERYTHING within like ten minutes [and didn't they forget to bring rice?]...) to talk over the options, such as they are. Discussed cancelling the Death Valley part, but really, that wouldn't save us a lot. And the problem seems to me more about the futility of finding a decent place in 30 days than about the money we'll have to blow on first-and-last etc. And the MASSIVE inconvenience of having to move two weeks before a still-in-the-planning-stages idyllic desert honeymoon vacation.
We determined to lower our standards a bit, without being able to determine much else, as we are at the mercy of prospective landlords and a fairytale real-estate market. We will even go for a one-bedroom place, if we can cram all our stuff in, and we accept that this may be the end of Road Rash Diaries as we know it.
I do figure I can handle a 10 or 15-mile commute regularly (depending on hills and safe shoulders) and could even do 20, 25 on a semi-regular basis, and there's also the bike-bus-bike option, but distance from work isn't going to be a determining factor in where we "choose" to live.
This may turn out to the good, but I can't see it at the moment. Though, y'know, the prospect of a new, different, place is kind of exciting no matter what the place is -- it's a fresh start.
The fondest hope is that we can squeak into someplace around $1200, drop some of the luxuries like cable TV and possibly the cable internet, hunker down and get serious about saving money for a home where this cannot happen to us again.
Note that this happened to me once before, many years ago, and I ended moving first to a hellish situation in Bolinas, later to the girlfriend's Mom's house, through one or two "satisfactory" apartments, before landing in the great Fairfax duplex where I lived for 11, 12 years. And it was tough, but also a load-off, to move out of THAT place too.
Thursday, March 15, 2001
770.0.
Man, I don't know why my legs get so sore after missing a day (more so than after missing two or three days, seems like), but it takes a lot more effort to get up the minor slopes on Skillman, much less the Fair Avenue hill.
No movies last night; saw Richard Thompson at the Mystic Theatre instead. This was the third time we've seen him at the Mystic, a theatre whose main redeeming quality is that it's local.
What a wondrous guitar player! What great songs! Have reviewed RT shows before, so won't get into it deeply, but suffice to say that, even though I was quite tired, the show was two hours of entrancement. As always. The guy has a unique guitar-playing style, such that he can produce a full sound unaccompanied, somehow keeping a strong bass line going while playing complex rhythms and melodies AND singing. Nothing short of amazing. Seemed like he got into a couple of depressive jags last night, a lot of slow numbers, but still delivered with some rockers like "Daddy Was a Mummy" and "Feel So Good." Great banter between songs, too. He also introduced a very funny new song about Kenny G's lack of musicianship.
Opening act was a woman who played various stringed instruments (one appeared to be a baritone ukelele!) with her cello-playing friend, singing in that kind of nasally affected voice that many women use nowadays. Her chatting with the audience, and her first couple of songs, were really stilted and not-quite-right. Made me uncomfortable. She closed, though, with a great torch song in French "Vie en Rose." (psst! This is how I know that nasal voice was affected.) But you realize while watching someone like that, they have enough belief in themselves to stand up in front of strangers and belt it out, touring the country at budget rates as a second- or third-billed act, and you have to have a certain amount of respect for that...
Annoying guy at work has brought in his recumbent bike, and is of course saying how much better it is in every way than a standard bicycle. <yawn>
Man, I don't know why my legs get so sore after missing a day (more so than after missing two or three days, seems like), but it takes a lot more effort to get up the minor slopes on Skillman, much less the Fair Avenue hill.
No movies last night; saw Richard Thompson at the Mystic Theatre instead. This was the third time we've seen him at the Mystic, a theatre whose main redeeming quality is that it's local.
What a wondrous guitar player! What great songs! Have reviewed RT shows before, so won't get into it deeply, but suffice to say that, even though I was quite tired, the show was two hours of entrancement. As always. The guy has a unique guitar-playing style, such that he can produce a full sound unaccompanied, somehow keeping a strong bass line going while playing complex rhythms and melodies AND singing. Nothing short of amazing. Seemed like he got into a couple of depressive jags last night, a lot of slow numbers, but still delivered with some rockers like "Daddy Was a Mummy" and "Feel So Good." Great banter between songs, too. He also introduced a very funny new song about Kenny G's lack of musicianship.
Opening act was a woman who played various stringed instruments (one appeared to be a baritone ukelele!) with her cello-playing friend, singing in that kind of nasally affected voice that many women use nowadays. Her chatting with the audience, and her first couple of songs, were really stilted and not-quite-right. Made me uncomfortable. She closed, though, with a great torch song in French "Vie en Rose." (psst! This is how I know that nasal voice was affected.) But you realize while watching someone like that, they have enough belief in themselves to stand up in front of strangers and belt it out, touring the country at budget rates as a second- or third-billed act, and you have to have a certain amount of respect for that...
Annoying guy at work has brought in his recumbent bike, and is of course saying how much better it is in every way than a standard bicycle. <yawn>
Wednesday, March 14, 2001
No bike today; have things to do involving a four-wheeled internal combustion vehicle.
Rode home via King yesterday. Nice ride, though the confounded wind! Best thing for that is to just resign myself to taking it slow in a lower gear. Thus did most of Rainsville on the dirt shoulder.
And now, your heavily-IMDB-linked movies.
Wonder Boys and Almost Famous appeared at the vid store yesterday.
Wonder Boys is a funny movie with an outstanding cast. Rent it and enjoy!
Almost Famous is a film I've been looking forward to, being as it is about rock'n'roll and I generally see everything about rock'n'roll. Also funny, and also with a good cast, this movie was very entertaining and quite believable. If you ever thought "Rock Journalist" might be the easiest job in the world, watch this before quitting your day job. Phillip Seymour Hoffman, who I've liked in everything I've seen, plays Lester Bangs probably better than Lester would've (at least kinder and gentler...). The kid got kind of annoying over the course of the movie, but then, I suspect Cameron Crowe probably is too. Billy Crudup was great, Kate Hudson perfectly ditzy. Knowing that this is semi-autobiographical, I looked up the trivia on IMDB to see what band Crowe might've toured with early in his career.
Rode home via King yesterday. Nice ride, though the confounded wind! Best thing for that is to just resign myself to taking it slow in a lower gear. Thus did most of Rainsville on the dirt shoulder.
And now, your heavily-IMDB-linked movies.
Wonder Boys and Almost Famous appeared at the vid store yesterday.
Wonder Boys is a funny movie with an outstanding cast. Rent it and enjoy!
Almost Famous is a film I've been looking forward to, being as it is about rock'n'roll and I generally see everything about rock'n'roll. Also funny, and also with a good cast, this movie was very entertaining and quite believable. If you ever thought "Rock Journalist" might be the easiest job in the world, watch this before quitting your day job. Phillip Seymour Hoffman, who I've liked in everything I've seen, plays Lester Bangs probably better than Lester would've (at least kinder and gentler...). The kid got kind of annoying over the course of the movie, but then, I suspect Cameron Crowe probably is too. Billy Crudup was great, Kate Hudson perfectly ditzy. Knowing that this is semi-autobiographical, I looked up the trivia on IMDB to see what band Crowe might've toured with early in his career.
Tuesday, March 13, 2001
759.8.
Dead pheasant last night beside Skillman - surprising there aren't more. Almost stopped to get a feather, but really... yeck! Plus I had just stopped a few minutes back to watch and try to identify a small raptor hovering over a field. It's pretty amazing when they do that, hanging motionless in the sky, moving wings and taiol minutely to adjust, looking down intently at some prey you'll never see unless he dives and comes up with it... This one might have been a Cooper's or Sharp-shinned (haven't been able to unequivocally identify either of those in the wild). Less than or near 12" length, but I don't think it was a kestrel...
Quite a bit warmer this week. Overcast this morning, not a lot of beauty to the ride, just getting to work.
Movies last night
Snow Falling on Cedars (1999): Good movie. Basically a courtroom drama with a strong dose of guilt over treatment of the Japanese during WWII... I rented this damned thing at LEAST three times before, paid late fees on, etc., and though it was overdue again last night, I made myself watch it so I wouldn't rent it again and again forever. Certainly, worth renting at least once, but after all that buildup (and the glowing review on IMDB), kind of a letdown. Don't let my opinion stop you from watching it.
Mountains of the Moon (1990): Oh, I liked this one. Can't prove it by me, but allegedly factual account of the explorations of Sir Richard Burton (not the drunken actor) and John Speeke in Africa, seeking the source of the Nile. I like historical drama like this partly because I may have quotes by some of the people portrayed (such as Burton and his wife/biographer Isabel) in my born-today pages. Lots of action and interaction, and interesting view of the "noble savage" (and the "savage nobles" of Royal Geographic Society in Victorian England!). The principle actors really deliver well-fleshed-out characters. And imagine! A movie set mostly in Africa with not a single "deadly-snake" scene!
You know, some movies are one-watchers; others are good for several viewings. I'm not sure what makes that difference for me, but "Snow" is a oner, and I would watch "Mountains" again. Between these two movies, the former tells a story and the latter creates a world. Someone else would see it the opposite way. Half of the quality of any movie/book/art/music is in the imagination.
Getting close to "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," here, but beyond that, not only is the quality invested by the viewer, half of the backstory and subtext on which the viewer bases their view, is created by them as well.
Dead pheasant last night beside Skillman - surprising there aren't more. Almost stopped to get a feather, but really... yeck! Plus I had just stopped a few minutes back to watch and try to identify a small raptor hovering over a field. It's pretty amazing when they do that, hanging motionless in the sky, moving wings and taiol minutely to adjust, looking down intently at some prey you'll never see unless he dives and comes up with it... This one might have been a Cooper's or Sharp-shinned (haven't been able to unequivocally identify either of those in the wild). Less than or near 12" length, but I don't think it was a kestrel...
Quite a bit warmer this week. Overcast this morning, not a lot of beauty to the ride, just getting to work.
Movies last night
Snow Falling on Cedars (1999): Good movie. Basically a courtroom drama with a strong dose of guilt over treatment of the Japanese during WWII... I rented this damned thing at LEAST three times before, paid late fees on, etc., and though it was overdue again last night, I made myself watch it so I wouldn't rent it again and again forever. Certainly, worth renting at least once, but after all that buildup (and the glowing review on IMDB), kind of a letdown. Don't let my opinion stop you from watching it.
Mountains of the Moon (1990): Oh, I liked this one. Can't prove it by me, but allegedly factual account of the explorations of Sir Richard Burton (not the drunken actor) and John Speeke in Africa, seeking the source of the Nile. I like historical drama like this partly because I may have quotes by some of the people portrayed (such as Burton and his wife/biographer Isabel) in my born-today pages. Lots of action and interaction, and interesting view of the "noble savage" (and the "savage nobles" of Royal Geographic Society in Victorian England!). The principle actors really deliver well-fleshed-out characters. And imagine! A movie set mostly in Africa with not a single "deadly-snake" scene!
You know, some movies are one-watchers; others are good for several viewings. I'm not sure what makes that difference for me, but "Snow" is a oner, and I would watch "Mountains" again. Between these two movies, the former tells a story and the latter creates a world. Someone else would see it the opposite way. Half of the quality of any movie/book/art/music is in the imagination.
Getting close to "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," here, but beyond that, not only is the quality invested by the viewer, half of the backstory and subtext on which the viewer bases their view, is created by them as well.
Monday, March 12, 2001
752.4.
Pleased to have passed 750! Wonder if I can get a thousand before the late-April wedding, or at least the May reception? It's a vague goal, like my plan to take a long ride yesterday, never happened. See how close I get by uh Apr 14, when there's two weeks to go, and then get serious if it's doable. 25 workdays till the 14th = 200 miles at 8/day. Actually, pretty easily doable, if I keep avoiding the car, and occasionally take those longer routes.
I often talk about the 'golden' evening light, but there's also a 'silver' morning light, when the grass is dewy or frosty and the sun hits it with cold white light... Looks almost like snow. Took a picture this morning that'll probably be overexposed, but I have to make the attempt.
It almost seems like winter is already over (saw first [dead] snake of the year Friday afternoon), but I would expect a few more rains this year. Got good (and compact) rain pants yesterday at sonomaoutfitters, while buying our new 3-person Walrus tent (which probably will never have three persons in it, but we'll have more room). On comparison with our old-faithful 2-person Cirrus tent, it actually packs smaller and weighs less, so might even use it for backpacking. The Cirrus is and has been a great tent, but it's just a little cramped inside, especially with bad weather when we're stuck in there with a bunch of our stuff. The Walrus also has a hoop on the rainfly at the entryway, providing an extra area for keeping boots dryish. When you read the footprint dimensions on a tent, those aren't entirely accurate - the Cirrus, when set up, curves upwards at the edges... Before honeymoon, might also get good new pads, but you wouldn't believe how expensive those things are!
Visited yesterday with my best man John, who is planning a bachelor party. No strippers or anything like that, please. In fact, I'm thinking that maybe we just want a unisex bachelor/ette party... but y'know, this really is a separate 'guy thing' and 'gal thing.'
A million lizards at John's place, and a pair of (he says) mating red-tails - one flying over us screeching as we sat on the back porch.
May be able to recoup the head-gasket loss. Known problem with 1995 Ford 3.8L V-6. I *knew* it wasn't just me! Even if I get no reimbursement, THAT much is immensely satisfying, that it wasn't (necessarily) stupidity on my part that caused the head gasket(s) to fail.
Oddly, the job of creating a style guide has been taken from me, the only person in the organization whose title is "editor." Also, the other cities choose to NOT have their doc edited because of the one-editor bottleneck. Then what the f890 IS my job? I'm all verklempt... talk amongst yourselves... We'll work it out.
Movies: The Music Man (1962). They shouldn't have had the half-hour-plus "Behind the Movie" thing before the real thing (Shirley Jones hosting, others from the movie interviewed, many pieces of scenes previewed). I'm usually a sucker for a musical like this, and it certainly has its moments, but I can't buy the Liberace-ish Robert Preston as a leading man, nor can I clear the Partridge Family from my head while watching Shirley Jones. Much enjoyed the very-young Ron Howard and the very-old Hermione Gingold. Still, for all the distractions, the movie comes up swinging and ultimately delivers a lovely old-timey magic.
Pleased to have passed 750! Wonder if I can get a thousand before the late-April wedding, or at least the May reception? It's a vague goal, like my plan to take a long ride yesterday, never happened. See how close I get by uh Apr 14, when there's two weeks to go, and then get serious if it's doable. 25 workdays till the 14th = 200 miles at 8/day. Actually, pretty easily doable, if I keep avoiding the car, and occasionally take those longer routes.
I often talk about the 'golden' evening light, but there's also a 'silver' morning light, when the grass is dewy or frosty and the sun hits it with cold white light... Looks almost like snow. Took a picture this morning that'll probably be overexposed, but I have to make the attempt.
It almost seems like winter is already over (saw first [dead] snake of the year Friday afternoon), but I would expect a few more rains this year. Got good (and compact) rain pants yesterday at sonomaoutfitters, while buying our new 3-person Walrus tent (which probably will never have three persons in it, but we'll have more room). On comparison with our old-faithful 2-person Cirrus tent, it actually packs smaller and weighs less, so might even use it for backpacking. The Cirrus is and has been a great tent, but it's just a little cramped inside, especially with bad weather when we're stuck in there with a bunch of our stuff. The Walrus also has a hoop on the rainfly at the entryway, providing an extra area for keeping boots dryish. When you read the footprint dimensions on a tent, those aren't entirely accurate - the Cirrus, when set up, curves upwards at the edges... Before honeymoon, might also get good new pads, but you wouldn't believe how expensive those things are!
Visited yesterday with my best man John, who is planning a bachelor party. No strippers or anything like that, please. In fact, I'm thinking that maybe we just want a unisex bachelor/ette party... but y'know, this really is a separate 'guy thing' and 'gal thing.'
A million lizards at John's place, and a pair of (he says) mating red-tails - one flying over us screeching as we sat on the back porch.
May be able to recoup the head-gasket loss. Known problem with 1995 Ford 3.8L V-6. I *knew* it wasn't just me! Even if I get no reimbursement, THAT much is immensely satisfying, that it wasn't (necessarily) stupidity on my part that caused the head gasket(s) to fail.
Oddly, the job of creating a style guide has been taken from me, the only person in the organization whose title is "editor." Also, the other cities choose to NOT have their doc edited because of the one-editor bottleneck. Then what the f890 IS my job? I'm all verklempt... talk amongst yourselves... We'll work it out.
Movies: The Music Man (1962). They shouldn't have had the half-hour-plus "Behind the Movie" thing before the real thing (Shirley Jones hosting, others from the movie interviewed, many pieces of scenes previewed). I'm usually a sucker for a musical like this, and it certainly has its moments, but I can't buy the Liberace-ish Robert Preston as a leading man, nor can I clear the Partridge Family from my head while watching Shirley Jones. Much enjoyed the very-young Ron Howard and the very-old Hermione Gingold. Still, for all the distractions, the movie comes up swinging and ultimately delivers a lovely old-timey magic.
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