You Can’t Lie to your iPod

Cochlea by Edward Allington

I mis-dialed my iPod the other day and saw my Top 25 Most Played list for the first time:

  1. Someday Soon Sweet Samba — Abdullah Ibrahim
  2. Damara Blue — Abdullah Ibrahim
  3. Cape Town To Congo Square 1: African Street Parade — Abdullah Ibrahim
  4. Cape Town To Congo Square 2: District Six Carnival — Abdullah Ibrahim
  5. Cape Town To Congo Square 3: Too-Kah — Abdullah Ibrahim
  6. Song For Sathima — Abdullah Ibrahim
  7. Loudspeakers Low Frequency Response (10Hz-200Hz) — audiocheck.net
  8. Little Blue — The Beautiful South
  9. Tintinyana — Abdullah Ibrahim
  10. Tuang Guru — Abdullah Ibrahim
  11. Tired of Being Alone — Al Green
  12. Call Me (Come Back Home) — Al Green
  13. Eleventh Hour — Abdullah Ibrahim
  14. Here I Am (Come and Take Me) — Al Green
  15. Don’t Marry Her — The Beautiful South
  16. Mirror — The Beautiful South
  17. Water From An Ancient Well — Abdullah Ibrahim
  18. I’m Still in Love With You — Al Green
  19. /=/ — Andrew Bird
  20. Love and Happiness — Al Green
  21. The Sound Of North America — The Beautiful South
  22. Cannibal Resource — Dirty Projectors
  23. The Mountain Of The Night — Abdullah Ibrahim
  24. The Light (Part II) — Mason Jennings
  25. Empire Builder — Mason Jennings

Huh. I would have guessed Guy Clark, Desmond Dekker and Squeeze. Ah well, you can’t lie to your iPod. I feel strangely hungry for some Abdullah Ibrahim!

Image CC-BY-NC by Brett Patterson

Month One Success!

I compounded my third-act despair from earlier this week by spending Thursday and Friday baking instead of writing: My friend and baking idol David Bauer (of the Farm and Sparrow bakery in Marshall, NC) was teaching his “Rustic Breads for the Brick Oven” class at North House, and I was delighted to be able to attend the class and learn (or begin to learn, or begin to begin to learn) some of his techniques.

However:

Despite my best efforts at self-sabotage, I set myself up at the Java Moose for a couple of hours this morning and managed to scribble out the last few scenes. Wonderfully, the characters decided to stage a completely different conclusion than the one I had outlined for them. I like theirs better.

So:

Month One Success! Hurrah!!!

Midsummer Migration

We’ve now driven three hundred miles north to Grand Marais Minnesota, to get the girls here in time to help prepare for the annual Solstice Pageant at North House.

I did yesterday’s writing in a wooden gazebo overlooking Lake Superior. Mostly this had the effect of underlining how immune I am to my surroundings when I’m working. For all I knew or cared, I could just as well have been writing in the basement of a chemical factory, or within sight of a recently-burned-over parking lot. Of course, emerging into an absurdly beautiful setting works as a nice surprise and reward when I’m done.