The View From Kalamazoo

NASA’s first ever artist in residence: Laurie Anderson

(I may be a geek. I admit that. But she is SO COOL. As an art student I saw a photo of her in one of my textbooks – performance art on the streets of NYC, the photo showing her standing on a block of ice, playing her violin while wearing her ice skates (not this photo, but this is the performance). When the ice melted, the performance ended. I was hooked. I owned this album (tape, actually. later eaten by the hungry cassette player in a ’78 Cougar), I went to this concert at the Fisher Theatre in Detroit. Yes, my friend, I am a geek, a big, big geek.)

This is the time. And this is the record of the time.

Funniest I’ve read in a while. Even my inner cynic chuckled, and that’s no small feat.

Kalamazoo?: Well, the road block has moved so that it might inconvenience someone else. I realize I ran into it in the K-College neighborhood, too. Bollocks.

Cranky sinuses meet General Tso’s Chicken. Talk amongst yourselves. Mingle.

I’ve been lax, I know. You, my disturbingly large and mystifying readership, deserve better.

I haven’t said much about my happy trip to MO – but it’s likely damn uninteresting. (Actually, I think most of my life and what crap I post outside of links and news items is pretty uninteresting to the world at large, but it appears people still read this anyway. It’s my bandwidth, I can cry if I want to…?) Had good beer, enjoyed good conversations, ate good food, only gained 2 lbs. Saw friends I haven’t seen in years, caught up over good coffee with real cream. I met many dogs awaiting homes and even this crabby cat-person wished she had a dog-friendly home…Brin is a really wonderful dog…

Don’t think that I’ve been slacking off on my gym-time just because I haven’t been waxing prosaic about the joys of the military press, either. I recently spent more quality time getting my butt kicked from here to the moon by the deceptively smiley Olga (who trotted that damn medicine ball out again…and in case you were wondering, dumb bells + stair stepper set at the highest level = !sucks!!). I’m back on my own until I can scrape together more cash for personal trainer time. Paying for Emma’s tutoring is more important, and I figure, not counting the monthly membership, I’ve paid about $14 a lb. so far, so I’d better lose a heckuva lot more without paying mucho dineros for more training since that cost analysis is just insane.

Maybe I’ll get around to posting more about my self-induced half-hour of hell 2-3 times a week some time soon. Or not. I was still the same weight today as last week – time to get back on the wagon. Maybe getting behind it and pushing it up a steep hill would be better cardio…

Will save useless rants about blogs, the Academy, and Important Decisions No One Is Supposed To Discuss Openly for another day – the newest installment in the “My Crappy Year” series by I.M. Boring will just have to wait. And in case you were waiting patiently for my comments re: the Vatican report on Inquisition…A lot of people had already said most of what I wanted to say before I had any time to blog on it, so I won’t bother, now.