senoritafish: (fish-tini)
My brother Doug turned my dad on to this station when it was still on the radio. When that station changed formats (as do most of the ones I enjoy), it became a web station. Lounge music is not my everyday listening, but I turn it on sometimes when I'm in the mood for it - or when I'm remembering what he liked to listen to. They're struggling to pay the bills right now or "get a real job" so I think I'll make a donation in memory of my dad, so it can stay up.

Plus they have a ton of recipes for martinis! XD

Martini in the Morning...(Home)

The Last Support Appeal, It's the last time we'll ask for listener support. As Karen likes to say, it's time to "Sink or Swim." What she really means is either Brad makes this work now, or he gets a "Real" job. With a real job for Brad, MITM goes away. While commercial revenue MUST replace the listener support model we've relied on since 2006, we will continue to accept monthly support payments. We will NOT, however, conduct these embarrassing listener beg-a-thons. So, by September, if we ALL start using the Miracle Martini Player here, we'll be able to pay our bills and stay on the air without these periodic panicky listener support campaigns. The current campaign ends today (if you're reading this on Sunday 7/17/11), we're not even close yet, to having enough money in the bank to be able to stay afloat till then. But we are as tired of talking about money as you are of hearing about it. So, if you haven't already (we started this on May 19th), and you find this music worth keeping around, please click here Click here to help us keep the music playing!


At the same time, I'm a little chagrined to realize this is what Rod Stewart is now doing - not that I was a big fan of him back in the day, anyway. And Dad's first love was swing and he couldn't stand Frank Sinatra.
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I drove in to work today (school starting and getting the kids ready in the morning this week has thrown me off my bus schedule), and listened to Kevin & Bean on radio. I only get to hear them once or twice a month anymore, and frankly, don't always want to listen because, like many morning shows nowadays, rudeness and crassness are mistaken for funny - this mostly comes from Ralph Garman (and before him, Adam Carolla, before he moved on to bigger and better[?] things), although Kevin usually joins right in with it. They were talking about how Bean had been boring everyone with talk of his upcoming vacation to Finland, and on the day he was supposed to leave he got the the airport and discovered he had an expired passport, so they wouldn't let him on the plane. Whereupon, Ralph said, "This is where Bean's Asperger's kicks in," and talked about him obsessing over every tiny detail of his trip - not the least picking Helsinki as a destination, because who in their right mind wants to go there (not even his wife)?! -and then spacing on the major detail of having a valid passport.

I was a little taken aback to hear Asperger's mentioned. Six years ago I had never heard of it, until someone mentioned it in a blog, and then a few years later, my son is in special education because of it. Has Asperger's really become so mainstream? Bean (so nicknamed because he's a beanpole of about 6'6") and his partner Kevin have been doing this radio show for more than fifteen years, and the constant running joke among the morning crew has been Bean's quirky behavior and odd interests; anti-social (he actually does the show from his home in the Seattle area because he can't stand crowded Los Angeles), surrounds himself with animals, has fascinations with things most people would consider rather strange (visits every 7-11 in every city he can possibly get to and studies their floor plans, and has a curious admiration for the postmaster general). He's in his forties and still signs his name with an accompanying smiley face. The rest of the crew give him a hard time for (sporadically) keeping a blog, because who could possibly be interested in what he has to write about? FYI - the domain is named for the discoverer of Pluto, another obsession of his - I read it, and it's no more or no less normal or obsessive than most other bloggers, probably less because for the second time now, he's given up on it.

I found some archived bits of the show, and listened to them; Bean is in complete denial, which I guess I can understand, however, I really don't see it as a bad thing. I always kind of identified with Bean, because I've been considered to have some strange interests and not considered really normal by most of my friends, too. And I suppose I have a soft spot for him, because he hugged me once.* I wonder how much is real and how much is affected, because he makes a good foil for a morning drive time radio show. I also wonder how a supposed Aspie, notable for social difficulties, got into broadcasting - although VT pointed out to me, it's radio, fairly scripted, and he has partners who support him. And he seems to be valuable enough to the show that they let him move to a totally different part of the country and pretty much telecommute. I'd say he's doing pretty well.

I guess this could also be filed under an "It's not an epidemic..." tag.
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*Before I got a permanent job where I work now, I took a job as a fisheries observer and lived in Portsmouth NH by myself for about eight months. I came home to my parent's over the holidays, and spur of the moment, decided to go to one of their signing events for the holiday cassette they used to put out (it was still a cassette at that point, not a CD). When I finally got up to see them, I blurted out "I had to move to New Hampshire six months ago and I have missed you guys SO MUCH!" Where upon Bean said "Aww, now that deserves a hug," came around the table and gave me a big one. As someone single and a bit lonely at the time, a hug from a tall, somewhat cute, locally-famous guy felt pretty good.
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Just wondering - is anyone else a member of Gather.com or Last.FM?
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Hmm, just got notice a few minutes ago that a story about CA Department of Fish and Game wardens making a bust on illegally caught spiny lobster will be featured on "All Things Considered" this afternoon (Listening to it now). Don't know if it was recreational or commercially caught.

That took place in my office yesterday. My friend IT asked us to borrow a uniform shirt, because we have a drawer full of them, and his was at home. He was volunteered in case anyone had questions on lobster biology and said today he thought he was going to get out of it without saying anything, then at the last minute they wanted an entire formal presentation on the lobster fishery and lobster biology. The office was full of wardens and as I walked by the conference room, I could see one entire table covered with spiny lobsters - many still alive, I could see their antennae moving. The local NBC and ABC news affilliates were here as well, although I guess it wasn't a slow enough news day for it to appear last night.

The sad thing is, all those lobsters will have to be killed (probably frozen), because they are evidence for a court case, although later they will probably be donated to a shelter.

(Ah, here it is - they were fishing in protected areas, caught in a sting operation using marked lobsters. Interesting how enforcement refers to perpetrators as "gentlemen.")
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I forgot to say that Mark Knopfler being a guest on Prairie Home Companion this week was just shy of heaven. Garrison Keillor even offered him a job!

Have to add his new album to my wish list...
senoritafish: (easily distracted silliness)
A friend of mine is on the CHET ATKINS DIET. You can eat anything you want, but you're only allowed to pick at it.

(I thought about sending this to some of my friends, but I'm not sure they'd remember who Chet Atkins is...)
senoritafish: (dreams on a 'chovie can)
And you're going to see it here every year, probably, because it's funny. And maybe someone hasn't heard it yet. I am forever grateful to Prairie Home Companion, where I first heard it. ;)

Laws Concerning Food and Drink/Household Principles/Lamentations of the Father by Ian Frazier

(Scroll down to 28:42 - links on the side to listen in realplayer - really, you have to hear it spoken)

Text - if you'd rather read it

I get tears in my eyes from laughing every time. Especially the line:

"And leave the cat alone, for what has the cat done that you should so afflict it with tape?"
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I finally worked up the courage to post something in [livejournal.com profile] momlessdaughter, which I joined sometime ago. I don't have it on my friends list because it affects me too much to read it every day, but I do stop in from time to time.

(what I posted)

An excerpt - Some October thoughts... )
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I did get to see Garrison Keillor on Monday night; I ran out at lunch time to get his book Love Me so I could have it signed, and I also brought one that's been on my bookshelf, WLT, for a number of years. It occurred to me that I have been listening to this man and his show for going on 20 years; I believe I started before I went to college. John knew I really wanted to go, (and how often do you get to see someone like that for free!) and agreed to stay home while I went by myself. Rather graciously, I might add, it turns out that his jealous act about Mike is mostly to give me a hard time. He called and told his friend Jerry was coming over, and to go ahead and leave from work.

I made it up to Pasadena without incident, although I did have to stop for gas and to put air in the tire (it has a slow leak). However, off the freeway and heading to CalTech, I found that many of the streets are not brightly lit and the street signs are rather small. It was already dark, and although I'd been to the Beckman Auditorium before I ran into a little trouble finding the street the parking lot was on. By the time I could read the street sign, I was already past the street, so I had to make a few U-turns before I found the right place.

I walked to the auditorium and got in line. There was a line for ticket holders, who apparently got reserved seating, and the longer line for people just showing up (like me). However, I was expecting the place to be jammed and it wasn't. There were quite a cross section of people in line with me; older, bordering on elderly people, to younger people - I noticed a guy with a Mohawk and a girl with blue hair.

When they started letting people in, I went up to the balcony, as the lower floor was crowded, and sat in the front row so I could scan the crowd for Mike. The ceiling consists of a bunch of concave gold disks connected together and suspended from the upper ceiling like a parachute. There are little blinking lights that could be seen through the gaps between the disks. I guess I'm easily hypnotized, because I kept finding myself staring at the ceiling.

The PR manager for the bookstore came out to introduced Mr. Keillor finally, and he ambled out the front of the stage, ignoring the tall stool set there for his use for the moment. He started by reading some poetry, starting with Emily Dickinson and another called Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver.

Now poetry in a book is, for me, like sheet music. I can look at it and know intellectually that there is music there, but I can't hear it. Like music, it's meant to be heard, And by someone with a Voice. The words that were just ant meandering across the page come to life. Sigh.

And then he got a little lighter, and recited his daughters favorite about the seeing eye dog peeing on the blind man's shoe (whaddya expect - she's 5), and the one I felt I had to memorize, a rather different twist on the creation myth:

When God first created woman, she had not two breasts, but three
But the middle one got in the way, so God performed surgery.
After, Woman came to God, the extra breast in her hand
And said, "What shall we do with this useless boob?

So God created man.


Heh. Sorry, guys. But a guy said it.

He read a bit from his book, some of the bits where the main character was giving advice to the lovelorn. Then he perched on the stool, sometimes with his knees drawn up, and sometimes with his legs splayed across the stage, so his bright red socks and black sneakers with white laces were clearly visible, and took questions from the audience, even though the program said that he wouldn't. He offered advice on dealing with celebrity governors (he's from Minnesota, doncha know), admitted that when he quit his show and ran off to Denmark with a new wife he was having a midlife crisis. One of the things he said that struck me, is that once a moment passes, it doesn't exist any more unless it's recorded, documented, written about. That's what writers do. And it's kind of what this whole website is about, isn't it?

After he was done speaking, they set tables up on the stage and people got in line to have him sign their books. The line extended down the stage and into the lobby, but I was surprised it wasn't longer. I assumed he'd be sitting at the table and signing, but he actually stood there and talked to each person as they came up. I was near the back of the line, and passed the time chatting to the woman in line with me, and listening to people behind me. There's one in every crowd - a guy actually said he doesn't have time for a girlfriend because he does nothing but go to book signings and get a thousand signed books a year. He'd been at the front of the line and immediately ran around to the end with another stack of books. *Shakes head* He said he had about 30 and he was sure Garrison wouldn't mind, they were good friends. The store rep, although she seemed like she knew him, put her foot down and told him "no, only five more." Sheesh, I felt guilty giving him two!

When it was my turn, he regarded me gravely - those eyebrows seem to getting more Andy Roonyish every year - and extended his hand )with the pen still in it), looked me up and down and and said "That is an awesome shirt!" I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with surfboards on it. The woman I'd been talking to mentioned I lived in Huntington Beach - "Surf City" and he chimed in with "Oh yeah, The Beach Boys mentioned that in some of the songs. Didn't they grow up there?" Well actually they grew up in Redondo Beach, but at the time I was ashamed to admit I didn't know. He asked if I had a family and how that was going for me, and finished by holding his hand out again with a smile. And of course I was reduced to a giggling schoolgirl, who couldn't make a straight sentence. I giggled all the way back to my car.

I looked at my books before I drove home. In one he just put "Best" and in the new book he wrote, "Love and Coffee," I stopped at In n' Out Burger before I got back on the freeway, since I hadn't had a chance to grab a bite earlier, and as I headed back down the 605 towards the beach and home, I thought Garrison Keillor shook my hand twice! I'll never wash it again..." Then I remembered I was eating a drippy burger and fries, so that wouldn't work very well.

What a sweet, sweet man. For a shy person, he certainly can put people at their ease. Anyway, I've been trying to get this out since Tuesday morning, and I've just had too much other stuff to do, and now it's after 1 am Saturday morning. So I'll going to bed.
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I haven't heard this song in so long - I have the tape somewhere, if my kids haven't destroyed it. I forgot how evocative it is. Trying to get WinAmp to play Radio Paradise and for some reason I couldn't get it to play and missed Neil Finn's new song (grrr!).

Today has been typical June gloom, weatherwise. Usually the morning overcast clears up before noon, which is what I was hoping for when I filled up the kid's wading pool. The sun threatened to peek through the clouds.

Oops, my mother-in-law just arrived, so I'll have to finish later.....

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