For the third — fourth? — winter break in a row, I am making time to digitize my collection of LPs. Why? Mostly because I expect to move some day, and I’m not going to move three big boxes of 400-500 vinyl records. They weigh a lot, and it’s not going to happen. So I’m turning them into ones and zeroes on some big hard drives, and backing up to the cloud.
This time around, I’m pleasantly surprised to find that there are not as many albums left to record as I thought. Right now, it’s Ali Akbar Khân’s Ragas of India (Book of the Month Club edition).
Once I’ve finished with the LPs I’m willing to part with, I’ll deliver them either to Streetlight Records or Metavinyl in downtown Santa Cruz. The get back to ripping the remaining CD; I sold perhaps 200 to Streetlight last weekend.
P.S. Recording Clear Spot from Captain Beefheart, and it’s really good!
I’m not a big fan of Christmas. The sugary promotion of emotion turns me off, the forced generosity makes me gag. I’ve developed a routine of gifts for the kids: books, videos, trinkets, and a stocking full of miscellany. Good enough.
That said, it wouldn’t be Christmas (yes, even as a Buddhist, Christmas is what we celebrate in the U.S.) without three flix:
- A Charlie Brown Christmas. It’s the classic that sets the mood.
- White Christmas. I still gag at some of the maudlin military camaraderie, but it’s not Christmas without it.
- Scrooged. Bill Murray is indeed scrooged, until he gets it, really and enthusiastically gets it. Plus Bobcat Goldthwaite, Karen Allen, and Carol Kane’s “Nutcracker” fairy. Gets better each year. Just don’t staple those antlers on the mouse.
At this point it’s reasonable to assume that anyone stirring things up on social media with pro-fascist, pro-nazi, pro-Trump, anti-liberal fulminations is probably a Russian troll being paid to inflame and distract. And it’s now incumbent on those folks to prove that they’re not.
Keep your eyes on the impeachable offenses, follow the money, and ignore the distractions. And don’t feed the Russian trolls.
The Republicans are going to pass this abomination of a tax bill come hell or high water (or both). Is it possible that, once they have the president’s signature, they’ll be ready to dump him? In which case, get on with the tax bill − it can be changed later, when sanity returns − and move on to impeaching Donny!
Asking for a friend. . .
Brunch with the younger kids, dinner at my sister’s this afternoon.
I left my old Radio Userland blog nine years ago when I ran out of things to say. Now, I find the urge to say things that maybe don’t fit on Facebook.