Saturday, December 03, 2005
More free noise
Public Radio lately is the shit. Tonight on Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion, Kaki King will be performing in addition to Laura Cantrell (at least according to her gig list).
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Thursday, December 01, 2005
Youth Captured
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Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I <3 NPR; next nine days
What's a little wait? Nothing if it lets you attend a concert that you can't afford. Tonight's Iron and Wine / Calexico show at the 9:30 will be broadcast on NPR. Know what, while you're at it go ahead and have a listen to Ellen McIlwane loading the funk with a snowshovel singing 'Higher Ground' as heard in conjunction with BBC DJ Gilles Peterson's compilation 'Gilles Peterson Digs America: Brownswood U.S.A.' Debbie Elliott has the best job in the world. The best (Deb, need an intern?).
After finally finishing a hellish couple of weeks in the lab, I finally told the student research coordinator to fuck off for a while so I can make it through the next nine days of papers, presentations and exams. This means that, while still completely broke, I have time to do things I enjoy in between fits of typing and studying. High on the list: finally getting my camera repaired (hooray, warranty!), busting out some acrylics, cooking dinner and drinking cheap pinot noir with housemates, a nap or two in the quiet, hilly woods of Rock Creek Park, and dancing like a fruit loop (what does that even mean?) at every opportunity.
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After finally finishing a hellish couple of weeks in the lab, I finally told the student research coordinator to fuck off for a while so I can make it through the next nine days of papers, presentations and exams. This means that, while still completely broke, I have time to do things I enjoy in between fits of typing and studying. High on the list: finally getting my camera repaired (hooray, warranty!), busting out some acrylics, cooking dinner and drinking cheap pinot noir with housemates, a nap or two in the quiet, hilly woods of Rock Creek Park, and dancing like a fruit loop (what does that even mean?) at every opportunity.
