Tunes and Ron Swanson

Blog has been neglected. My apologies. What time I haven't spent at work, socializing, or trying to steer the drunken ship that is the board I'm on, I have been indulging in episode after episode of Parks and Recreation. There are a lot of reasons why I enjoy the show, but I especially love the character Ron Swanson, because he reminds me so much of my brother. He's a libertarian who loves guns and meat, and says a lot of wildly un-PC things. Dean is the same, and since he's in Afghanistan, it's a little harder to get my weekly dose of jaw-drops and hysterical laughter. Swanson has been a nice place holder. I can only hope and pray that my brother will one day grow such a magnificent mustache.

Ron Swanson's Pyramid of Greatness, which he used to train his youth basketball team.

I recently acquired Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings' Soul Time, Mayer Hawthorne's How Do You Do?, Cass McCombs' Humor Risk, and the new Pokey LaFarge record.

So far, my favorite track from all of them is Hawthorne's "No Strings" The SJDK album's best tracks were all already released on EPs. Wanh wanh. This track is still hot, even if it's not new, and it is especially relevant now:


Look out for a review of Humor Risk in the January issue of Performer.

Garlic has been planted!

Carma

Veronica and I left our place Sunday night excited for a little drive to Wellesley, where we were scheduled to have dinner with our dear friend Molly.


Dinner was a success but the rides there and back were fraught with adventure. On the way there I got pulled over for turning from the wrong lane, because Wellesley's stop lights don't make sense, and on the way back we ran out of gas, which has never happened to me before. (Dean, if you're reading, I'm really sorry. I know its not good for the car.)
What's amazing is that I got out of both incidents way more easily than I should have. The cop who pulled me over just gave me a warning. Miraculously, we ran out of gas right in front of Allandale Farm, where my old boss happened to be home and happened to have gas. I felt like one lucky chicken.




The white whale just got a visit to the body shop. The guy who owns the place is a Cadillac man himself. Not only did he do a beautiful job, but he washed the car and cleaned the white walls on the tires. A-mazing. Thank you universe.

Piglets