Sarcastic Fringehead

Well, hello there! Thanks for stopping by. Things are fairly embryonic at the moment, but I'm working on it; big thanks are due to the lovely Jodi for helping me out with Movable Type.

It's hard to believe I haven't been doing this for ages, given my affinity for such things as bragging about my child, spending way too much time on the Internet, and writing in general; also, I generally hop on new tech-related trends well before the New York Times completely misunderstands them, and in the case of parenting blogs (some of my favorite people are "mommy bloggers," but that doesn't mean I'm required to use the term nonironically - does it?) I'm at least a year late. Hi. I had a baby. I may never be cutting-edge again. I'm OK with that.

Anyway, if you're interested in learning what I'm planning to do here, the rest of this entry will explain.

I'm messing around with the template here, so if you happen to get here at a moment when it's hideous or baffling or weirdly redundant, odds are it won't stay that way. The layout, that is. The text is probably here to stay.

Are you familiar with jazz vocalist Carol Sloane? She's quite delightful. Today, while researching jazz weblogs for work (nice work if you can get it), I discovered that she has a blog, and my lord, is it fabulous. She's not the first blogger I've read who uses language in a wonderfully precise manner, nor the first who's laugh-out-loud funny, but I believe she is the first who can use those qualities to relate stories about, for instance, opening for Lenny Bruce.

I got the new CD by Nerissa and Katryna Nields, Sister Holler the other day. I put it on in the car last night and - well, I should tell you I have a rule. On the first listen to a new album, I don't allow myself to hit either the Repeat or the Skip buttons. With Repeat, on a good album, I usually have to restrain myself once or twice. On a great album, it can go as high as five or six. Sister Holler? ELEVEN. I am almost certain this has never happened before; well, probably on 69 Love Songs, but that's hardly a reasonable comparison. (For the uninitiated: It actually contains 69 love songs.) Sister Holler consists of new songs based on existing songs, in the folk tradition - some gospel, some traditional, some pop, some classical, that sort of thing. I will almost certainly post more insightfully about the music later, but I need to completely geek out and research the original songs first. Oh yes, I'm going to full-on obsess about this album. For instance, the cover photo shows Nerissa with her face completely obscured by her hair; I may be able to find evidence that she died in 1964 and was replaced by Paul McCartney.

My, that would be geeky, wouldn't it?

You may think you don't want to read a blog entry about a lost teddy bear. You'd be wrong in this case; this is the single best piece of writing I've read in recent memory.

And finally, Julie from A Little Pregnant details a common medical procedure using props and Play-Doh. Inspired. Or maybe deranged.