Awww. I'm already envisioning ways he too could be creatively snuffed out. (Not that I'm busting out the salt or anything - I know enough to let nature take its ever-interesting course.)
The thunderstorms brought him out. Now that I'm over the two-months-of-living-in-soup deal, I've realized Florida is a great place to live for a thunderstorm geek. Which I've been all my life - I've ruined many a conversation by completely losing track of it when the weather gets interesting. Ominous rumbles in the sky are just so COOL. And here, we get them every day during summer.
My back wall being all glass looking out on the courtyard, it's a fantastic view watching the rain pummel down through the trees, making small ponds in the lawn. I've spent the afternoon in sweatpants poking around on the guitar and watching the flood outside. These are the best kind of days - sleeping in till you couldn't sleep if you tried, buzzing around the kitchen on good coffee, belting out the Rolling Stones into a spray bottle after cleaning up cat puke. Cat puke does not factor into the best of days but you get the point. I've gotten her back by annoying her with all the attention I deprive her of during the week. It appears she does not want to hang out that much after all. However she deeply enjoys my air guitar performances. I think.
This blog obviously had very little point. Really there have just been so many great thunderstorms these days and I wanted to let you all know. And I'm not doing aaaaaaanything else of import today, so here we are.
But to amend for having wasted your time, I'll share three interesting things I discovered yesterday:
1. The Ukelin.
Otherwise called the bowed psaltery or violin zither. As you can see, it's one ass-backward looking instrument. Apparently most other folks in the early 1900's thought so too, as the door-to-door salesmen who touted it were less than successful in perpetuating its popularity through the generations, as it were. Still, it's cute in that the note is labeled for EVERY INDIVIDUAL STRING (accessible for extra-beginner musicians), open chords can be strummed at the bottom, and the peripheral strings further up can be played with a bow.
2. Ice Hotels.
But for real. Hotels made ENTIRELY out of ice. You can find them in Norway, Sweden, Iceland, and other places that can get away with such things. They're temporary, obviously, but incredible - even the beds are made of ice, slept on with reindeer hides under arctic sleeping bags. One place hired a crew of Japanese ice artists to create an exhibition of ice art in the hotel. They rebuild the entire hotel every year from scratch.
3. You're out of your element, Donnie.
For all you Big Lebowski fans in your robes with White Russians, I met an aficionado named Rusty who not only knows his Lebowski, he knows his bowling. He plays in the minor league and owns two pro shops here in town. And he tells me the Dude's not exactly on his game. For a movie about bowling, there are numerous inconsistencies and technical inaccuracies in the bowling scenes. The old adage, apparently, is wrong: you CAN fuck with the Jesus. Because according to Rusty, he's not even using the right ball. Take that, Pedor-ass.
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