We survived


Snowcapped Home
Originally uploaded by Thom Slattery.

In case you couldn’t tell from the previous posts, we survived our first snowstorm in the new house. While I don’t mind a little physical labor, shoveling 20 inches of snow (no matter how short the driveway) is not a fun Sunday afternoon activiy when you’ve spent the last week moving boxes and rearranging furniture. I am exhausted in more ways than I though possible.

Anywho, since I have had requests (yes, believe it or not, I have), here are some updated photos of the progress that is our home.

LOW @ Bowery Ballroom

Last Monday night I went to the Bowery with one of my sisters (Maureen, if you insist on being so nosey) to see LOW. Aside from it being terribly late for a weekday night (I didn’t get back until 2:something) and terribly expensive to park (i.e. more than the ticket for the show itself), it was a fabulous show. Although we spent most of the first act trying to figure out if Death Vessel was male or female and what the deal with all of the overhead projectors was, the second band (His Name Is Aliveseen here) was a definite pleasant surprise. I even picked up a couple CDs from them.

But the main attraction was LOW. If you don’t know them, you should. They are classified as “slowcore” or “sadcore” but their later albums have definitely branched out to explore both harsher and more pop-oriented sounds. Right now I’m regretting not including “California” in my list of what’s blowing me away (which really needs to become a regular item around here). You should definitely check out the amazing Things We Lost in the Fire whenever you get the chance. In the meantime, I managed to take a couple shots at the end of the show:

Alan SparhawkMimi Parker & Zak Sally

That funny bump on my wrist

I’ve had a bump on my wrist for sometime. I believe it is the result of a curse some god has placed on me for once mocking carpal tunnel syndrome and repetitive stress injuries as if they were made up by lazy CAD people. I get it. I’m a convert. I, too, accept that growth in my wrist as my lord and savior.

Not really, but it does mean I have an excuse not to do push-ups anymore – and isn’t just what everybody’s looking for these days? I still haven’t named my ganglion, so any suggestions are welcomed – then you, too, can accept him (or her) into your heart!

The only reason I’m even bringing this up now, is because I was absolutely amazed to read someone else (namely Matt at defective yeti) talk about this “condition” (doesn’t that make it sound much worse – well, if I hadn’t used the quotes) in the exact same manner I always do! Right down to the cure:

And if it doesn’t go away, I can always exorcise it using The Word of God. I don’t mean faith healing or anything — I mean that, in Ye Olde Olden Dayes of Yore, the typical cure for a ganglion was to hit it with a Bible.

Lisa (among others) can testify to the fact that numerous times I’ve called for the family Bible in order to rid myself of this push-up debilitating disease. But we’re both too chicken to actually try it – and I just don’t drink like I used to.

P.S. I was very excited to use the words “cyst” and “ganglion” as tags for this entry, but “woose” just doesn’t look right when spelled out.