rue Daru

Mark visited the Nunnery last night and L made us all dinner. After he left and L went to bed, I was up late, unable to sleep until 04:00.

In unrelated news, I overslept this morning. When I finally got to my office, some people were removing the HVAC unit under my window and replacing it with one that works. This is good, because the days are getting colder and Hominide Sabitathicus tends to thrive in relatively narrow environmental conditions.

Also, some piping under the Nunnery's kitchen sink has come undone and a small lakelet has formed on the kitchen floor.

In more cheerful news, L has picked up my guitars from the luthier and things are better now.

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Sabitathica: sunrise, loch ness

a soundtrack of sirens

It's fucking freezing here. We're at 33° latitude and this morning the weatherman (pronounced "the internet") said it felt like 31°F. There's a frost advisory and a freeze watch.

Saw Where the Wild Things Are this morning at Phipps. I loved this movie. It's a Jungian fairytale. A beautiful, aesthetically homogeneous film, made by the same creative innocence it portrays.

forty winters

It's cold here. The weatherman says it feels like 43°.

The heat at the Nunnery has already gone out once this month. It's fixed now, but we'll see how long that lasts. You may remember that the heat went out here many times last year.

Listening to All I Ever Get For Christmas Is Blue by Over the Rhine, which I was just thinking Jules would have liked, or at least we could have talked about it.

Quiet night last night.  We lazed in bed and watched Pulp Fiction.

We bought two new space-heaters and some firewood at the Home Depot today.

It's cold.

fear of disorder and inexhaustible indifference

I took three of my guitars to be repaired this morning.

A tuning key broke on my Les Paul and needs to be replaced, and my Joshua (my main guitar) and my Ovation are both having trouble with their electronics.

While at the repair place I got to play a $5,000 guitar, a beautiful 1954 Gibson acoustic.  L asked me if I liked it.

Sabitathica: Yes. It's warm. It wants to play dark things.

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Now reading the Importance of Being Earnest.

Autumn: in pursuit of the perfect pumpkin

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On Sunday we drove to Dawsonville to hunt for pumpkins.

Hunting for pumpkins is like hunting for Easter eggs, except they don't hide them as carefully.

There were many pumpkins to choose from.

Many, many pumpkins...

... and not even fear of the supernatural was going to impede our search for the right ones.

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Fact: I have lived and labored my whole life under the impression that pumpkins -- all pumpkins -- are orange in color.  Discovering otherwise has temporarily thrown my worldview into chaos.

 

Why has no one told me of this?

 

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The final choice:

 

Cruising the Midi Canal 2

Part two of the previous video.

Water. Trees. Even a bridge. What more could you want?

Cruising the Midi Canal 1

An overdue posting of a video from last May. Captain Sabitathica and first mate L have set up a camera on the bow of their boat as they cruise the Midi Canal.

Coming this holiday season to a theater near you ...

Please be seated.

The Sabitathiblog Department of Propaganda and Indoctrination presents: a trailer for the upcoming feature film Funeral for a wood-elf, in dazzling 2-D robot-vision.



L: flutes
Sabitathica: guitars

Soundtrack available on Then-Yesterday Records

I'm caught in a trap but i can't back out because i love you too much, baby.

birthday...

Speaking of L's birthday, I got her a sweet pink bike (which, to quote Syd Barrett, has a basket, a bell, and rings and things to make it look good).


We had drinks at the rotating restaurant atop the Bedlam Westin...

then dinner and champagne at the famous Carroll Street Cafe:

Also there were flowers.


Stargazer lilies and lavender roses.


Good times.

Ragdoll kittens revisited

L & I recently visited our friends, the ones with the impossibly cute ragdoll kittens for part of L's birthday celebration.



 too. much. adorableness.


make it stop...



I couldn't help but think there's something wrong with so much cuteness all in one place.  It makes me suspicious.



What are they up to?



What are they planning?



I have a bad feeling about this.

Welcome to the dream machine

New music from Sabitathica & L; This is a dream-pop version of Welcome to the Machine by the Pink Floyd.

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Sabitathica: welcome to the dream machine

L: voice
Sabitathica: dream guitars and ping-pong bass

Jinx

I've been playing jinx recently, the game where you can make someone stop talking if you say the same thing at the same time. The way we played it growing up, if you talked while in jinx you had to buy the other person a coke. For every word spoken.

But I soon found I wasn't jinxing people as often as I wanted to, so I changed the rules with some people, mostly with L. It's a lot more fun this way.  I now jinx her whenever we even share the same thought. Like,

Sabitathica: Why are zebras striped? It's for camouflage, right? But don't they live on the savanna? What could they be trying to blend in with? Each other? That doesn't seem like it would work.
L: Oh my god, that's so weird. I was just thinking the exact same thing!
Sabitathica: jinx.

Or, in the car, both singing to a song:

Sabitathica & L: "Hey hey mama said the way you move..."
Sabitathica: jinx.

Under the new rules, I could jinx you right now for reading this and following my train of thought, but I won't.  I don't even drink coke.