I got a letter from my father today, in which he mentioned reading my blog. So it's not the ultimate vanity publishing affair. Since my last posting, I have finished and worn the Jaeger socks. I had forgotten what it feels like to wear handmade socks (in DK, thick). I quickly tired of the colorwork in the Rebecca shell and stowed it in a hatbox. Now, I'm working on a bias knit scarf out of hand-dyed variegated yarn from Peace Fleece. It is so beautiful and soft, due to the mohair content. I highly recommend them. Their yarns are tweedy and gorgeous, with unusual names like Volgassippi Blue.
I went to the Jersey Shore and took photographs of the ocean. So that's out of my system now.
I played hooky from work yesterday and hit the TKTS booth. The line moved pretty quickly, which is good as the person directly behind me had nooo concept of personal space. And she loudly chewed gum. I went to Urinetown, which I'd wanted to see ever since I heard an essay about it on NPR. The show was very clever, but in a self-conscious manner.
I went to the photography exhibition at the Jewish Museum tonight, which is far outside my usual wanderings. The exhibition was so-so. I should have listened to the review in the New Yorker. That is something that I am discovering: being able to evaluate the accuracy of the critics when I've seen the item in question. The NY'er was pretty cruel to Harlem Song. The show only needs a plot and an intermission.
I've been playing with my new minidisc. I've used the racks before, but never the portable unit. Picked up five discs at a large a/v store that I won't name and discovered when I got home that the reason why the price was low was that they were grey market discs. All of the labels were in japanese. One of my friends tells me that minidiscs are very big in Japan, but that may not prevent them from being the eight track of the nineties...I bought mine to do field recording, as the price of a decent DAT is prohibitive, but I also like using it to listen to a little bossa nova on the A train.