Saturday, May 17, 2008

Made some lush images yesterday for the pending Book.
Things, Nature, Vibes.
Centenary oaks standing despite lots of change underneath and alongside.
Party on the Portico at Hysterical Society was a nice and varied mix of people and John and Mary were playing - didn't get a chance to talk to Mary as I jetted out to get to a wake, and then Cheryl and Mark's b-day dinner soirée.
Did manage to park car in rock star manner just beyond the front Hysterical steps and ran top speed away from car as if it were going to blow. Elderly volunteer parking lot attendant didn't know quite what to make of the scene.
Especially since Yours Truly had a meatball sandwich that I crafted for Heady, who was hungry, and YT was flush in meatball department, having just ran to Santasiero's for same - for YT, for Kennedy, for Mark's birthday gift certificate to enable him to (after a long night in his Niagara Street studio) wend down and eat approximately 28 meatballs. Or so.
The Middling City sky is darkening, and darkening more as I blog and it's looking like it will be one drenched and wind-whipped wedding today out in the hilly exurb.
Did hear back from Senator Schumer who, as is de rigeur, thanked me for my contacting him about the important matter at hand.
Of saving Pandora radio, in my case.
Time to make, do, edit, and suburban and exurban wending.

Dendritic, Arboreal Love.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Solid Gold Bookers (above) met up last night at Trattoria Aroma, formerly Just Pasta and formerly some other joint with a cheezball Sinatra-themed bar, for dinner and vino. And to fete our two May b-day girls, Tiff and Jana.

Just notified a bit earlier by Kerly that Pandora is nearly endangered, due to the RIAA (probably nearly as corrupt as the AMA) charging them and other internet radio sites twice what their satellite radio strong-armed competitors are charged.
Charges, You ask.
Charges are licensing fees that enable recording artists' work to be played on this site. Any listener can link on over to learn more about the artists being played, and also purchase what they hear via iTunes or Amazon.

Called and wrote Senator Chuck Schumer to ask that he support something called the Brownback Internet Radio Equality amendment that will be considered in the Judiciary Committee meet-up tomorrow.

Inch by inch, lest You have not considered it, the world is being capitalized upon. Internet radio may be abolished, and all radio music will have to be a paid subscription if you choose to listen online.

I sent off my note to Chuck Schumer noting that I just made images of him this past Sunday at the BigU's Big C. And that I missed hearing his trad "GoForIt" speech. Yours Truly to date had heard the "GoForIt" speech six times. The new commencement speech is just as rousing. Senator says there's a site out there devoted to his speech.
The old speech.
The newer speech doesn't have the following - yet.

If You are interested in preserving internet radio as We know it, go HERE.

Here Love, There Love, Everywhere a Love-Love.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

There Yours Truly was, on a job, minding my own business ... as usual.
YT was in a swankedelic setting, a library of wood paneling to be quite exact.
YT was waiting for a lull in action to make some more images and began to peruse the titles in the nearby bookcases.
Amongst the old tomes of medical know-how, encyclopedias of scientific bric-a-brac, and the like was the above white volume – LSD: A Total Study, by Sankar.
Ever-intrepid, YT went to Amazon to see if this book is very in demand: it sells for about $160 per copy, was pubbed in '75, and is nearly 1K pages.
About a hippie drug.
The Middling City had some curious news, a commuter nightmare situ yesterday when a Viet Nam veteran beat his girlfriend as he drove south on the 190 alongside the mighty Niagara River.
A commuter in a nearby car spotted the violence and phoned the police.
Police stopped the VV's truck and the woman ran away from the vehicle.
Then the man held a handgun to his throat with one hand and in the other chatted for hours to a negotiator.
A colleague was on hand documenting the action, or slight action, or near inaction.
YT was nearly on that 190 when all this minor chaos was happening and for once had the good fortune to avoid a major traffic snarl as all traffic to north and south was made to exit here and there onto aptly-named Niagara Street and environs.
Four or so hours later and kapoof, all was over with a device that they toss at the beleaguered and self-endangered, what local media called a flash-bang device.
YT things that she should like a flash-bang device: a newly-fangled, YT-designed flash that emulated the flash bars of yore that employed a trough of black powder that was carefully lit by a photog to make flash, artificially-illuminated images of sitters.
Only this device, in addition to a giant, extra-powerful flash of light, would make a racket. It could render portraits of subjects all looking rather terrified. Perhaps the sound aspect could be adjusted down, like an aperture.

A parting note.
Perhaps the most exciting portion of this blogpost.

YT found herself this past weekend in a true This is Spinal Tap moment.
Walking along with a platform party, led by a newbie leader, took a wrong turn in a labyrinth of hallway.
The leader asked YT the way.
YT stated that I am forever the maker of document, not of the way, so never paid much attention to the path, just snapped along.
So a wrong turn was made.
I said to a prof nearby Have you ever seen This Is Spinal Tap, this is a This Is Spinal Tap moment.
The platform party had to double-back on itself to correct the direction and finally the way was found, to thee platform.

Love, on a platform.