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    Buses are cool

    This morning was glorious. Dropped off the car at Mister Tire for the oil change. Jumped the 3A bus to Rosslyn. From there jumped the 38B to Farragut Square. This meant no time at all spent in the hot nasty underground. The nice thing about taking the bus is that you actually get to see Washington, and on my route, Georgetown. You don’t get to do much in the way of sightseeing underground. The other nice thing is that, for both buses, I had a seat.

    Got to my office in good time and purchased a bowl of oatmeal, fresh fruit, and an ogret, and I don’t feel like I have that subway ooze on me. This may become the regular morning routine. It is much nicer than the subway, that is for sure.

    Randamn Thots

    John Lennon had this great ability, especially on Abbey Road, to make his arrangements sound like a gimp dragging a foot but in a lovely way. Was listening to Lenny Kravitz on the B.O.N.K. today and realized that Lenny at least stylistically understood this and how to make it sound like that. There’s even a drum fill in “I Built This Garden for Us” that sounds eerily familiar. I like Kravitz a lot. Though he, like a zillion other brothers won’t get their due like Mike Jackson. I’m especially thinking of Billy Preston, who was just…damn. They didn’t line up for miles when Billy died, but they should have.

    I have always believed that Jackson angered the Muses by scarfing up the Beatles’ catalog, and that all of his misfortune can be attributed to their wrath upon him. At any time, had Jackson simply returned the catalog free of charge to Sir Paul, his boils would disappear, his wealth would return, his schnoz would grow back, and he would have a brand new family to boot.

    I have also always believed that Jackson could have robustly rejuvenated his career had he simply given up the stage at age 35, followed in the footsteps of his mentor Q, and become a producer. Can you imagine what he could have accomplished with his money and his gravitas behind it?

    Or, what if he’d made this move in concert with Hurricane Katrina?

    He could have single-handedly created a brass-band RAGE across America. He could have had teenage girls across America throwing their panties at tuba players.

    Dare to dream.

    Happiness

    Happiness: Friday. Ducked out early to catch the 5:10 bus. Managed to catch the 4:55. Heh. Am realizing it is best on the Ipod touch to work on a blog entry in Notes first instead of starting in the Wordpress app since it doesn’t always save as faithfully as it should. Not even a consideration before the 3.0 upgrade; no copy/paste. That upgrade has certainly made this gizmo more useful.

    Traffic is lighter than usual. Am already halfway through Georgetown. Am of course listening to Randi Rhodes on WZAA (via Treo700wx, Wunderadio, and Sprint). I may be early for the dinner…

    Bus Rider

    DC Metro has at last convinced me to become a bus rider.

    This is, to some extent, a shame. I have been a train rider in Washington since age 12. It is one reason that I am somewhat comfortable in this city. At a very young age here I was made privy to a level of freedom most aren’t made aware of until mom or dad tosses him the keys.

    But I have been a bit unsure about the train for quite awhile.

    I forget if it was before or after 9/11. I think after. There was a fire at Foggy Bottom, and I had to sit underground for 20 minutes. By the time I got out, I was foaming at the mouth. Ever since, when a train I’m on stops underground, it’s not good for me. Even for a moment

    The wreck has motivated me to find alternate routes. I am a regular Vasco de Gama. I have discovered I can bus sown Lee Highway to Rosslyn and just two stops to mine. It is not as zippy as the subway, but it is decidedly less crowded and a more comfortable ride.

    A Glühwein Recipe

    Am tidying up and found this recipe for the Glühwein.

    4 quarts red wine
    1 quart dry white wine
    1 pint brandy
    1 cup sugar
    1 pint triple sec
    12 cloves
    2 oranges
    1 lemon

    Start with the wine. Heat it up. Dissolve the sugar in it. Then add the brandy and the rest and cook it until it smells done.

    Last season, I made some and bottled it. It didn’t work very well. This stuff is best when it is drunk fresh, methinks.

    And you will have to take a nap.

    New Tagline?

    “Radio B.O.N.K.: Genres Are For Sissies.”

    A Commuter’s Haiku

    If you are running
    underground, I am laughing,
    am laughing at you.

    Rush for the honor
    Of a crammed stinky hot ride
    On a Metro train.

    Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha!
    Keep running! Or you’ll be late!
    Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha!

    The Right Tool For The Job

    I am having a normal weekend today, which is good. Had Papa B here the previous weekend and then visited that family unit at the farm for the Memorial Day. Planted tomato plants. Made the famous macaroni and cheese dish. Twice. It was a hit. Anyway. PB and I discussed briefly what sort of wisdom can come from hard menial work like planting tomatoes and like pruning trees and like building shelves. It’s the simple shit. Measure twice, cut once. The right tool for the job. Wax on, wax off. I know that for me, such seemingly pointless labor has offered skills that have carried over into my day job. It has helped me be more of a stickler, something which a few years ago the boss mentioned I needed to work on during our annual evaluation. One gets the best stuff from the most unexpected of places. Learning tenacity and attention to detail can come from squatting and digging unwanted plant life from a bunch of dirt. Ain’t that somethin’.

    Have been listening to PJ Harvey today. Polly Jean, how did I not listen to you before?

    That is all.

    What Went Into Today’s Nanner Bread

    Is in the oven and house smell good. We’ll see how we did in about a half hour. I went too easy on the butter I think because I was doubling. But the mayo will probably make up for that. Yes, I said “mayo.”

    Four nanners.
    1/4 C melted butter.
    One cup brown sugar.
    One cup Caucasian sugar.
    Two beaten eggs.
    Two teaspoons of vanilla extract.
    Two teaspoons of baking soda.
    A pinch of salt.
    Roughly one-and a half each of whole wheat and Caucasian flour.
    Two ounces of brandy.
    1/3 cup of Dukes® mayonnaise.

    Put da nanners and da butter into a KitchenAid bowl and start it running. Next add sugar, egg, vanilla. Next, add baking soda, salt. Next, add flour. Then throw in the brandy and the mayo. Divide the mixture evenly into two greased Pyrex 8.5-inch loaf pans. 350. One hour.

    Parts and Labor

    Have just added a track by a band I’ve just come across called “Parts and Labor.” Why in Harpo’s hair hasn’t anyone told me about this band before? Shame on ya!

    The Radio B.O.N.K. eMusic review:

    If you have any goddamn sense in your head, you will download this. It is crazy and noisy and lunatic and gorgeous and fresh and very drummy. Most important, though, it doesn’t sacrifice melody for the sake of noise. C’mon. You know you wanna.

    The album I’m referencing is “Mapmaker.” Damn. Wait. Here.

    Here they are at eMusic. Damnit Jim.

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