The Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players will be performing this Friday at the Fez Under Time Café in New York City.
Who are the TFSP? “The Brady Bunch meets Orphan Annie on a bad day at the community center.” (Observer Music Monthly.) And that quote doesn’t even scratch the surface. But don’t take my word for it.
Today I trekked up to Chester, New Jersey (actually, Darren did the driving) to visit a cider mill. Darren and Ali brought their daughter, Cindi, along, and we met up with Jen and Elke. After enjoying cider hotdogs and cider doughnuts, we made our way down the street for a stroll in the state park.
It wouldn’t be an outdoor excursion without photographs. The rest of the crew headed for dinner, I believe, but I went home to prepare for my follow-up interview/demo lesson at a school tomorrow. At this point, I’m thinking I’m not going to take the job if it is offered to me. We shall see how it goes.
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical. And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily, joyfully, playfully watching me. But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, responsible, practical. And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable, clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the world’s asleep, the questions run too deep for such a simple man. Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned, I know it sounds absurd, but please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal. Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegetable!
(Repeat chorus.)
I celebrated the new year tonight with my father, his girlfriend, her son, and several of their friends. It’s wonderful to have a really nice meal once in a while. Challah, gefilte fish, chicken liver, horseradish, matzah ball soup, turkey, brisket, kugel, broccoli, dessert. If every day were a holiday, I’d be set.
Somehow, in the six years after switching from using ICQ to Instant Messenger (and in the past two years Trillian which functions on the AIM network), I had amassed over 200 contacts. (Although, a bunch of them were added to my computer surreptitiously while I was in California—but that’s besides the point.) I decided to go through and get rid of people I haven’t seen online in years and people I haven’t even talked to in more than a year or so.
Apparently there’s some issue when you have more than 200 contacts in Trillian where you don’t see when people are actually online. Now that everything’s cleared up, it seems to be working much better.
I’ve upgraded Aaafter Effect to Movable Type 3.11, and by doing so, Synaesthesia, Barb’s Burblings, Serendipity, and Consumerism Commentary have also been upgraded. (Boredom Zone uses a separate Movable Type installation and I haven’t upgraded that, but I can if Michelle wants.)
The security code check for comments has been disabled in favor of the MT-Blacklist plugin. Any comment thought to be spam, or any comment posted on an entry more than two weeks old, will need to be moderated by the weblog owner before it is posted.
I’ve also added a link log back to the site here. You can hide it if you like by clicking “Hide Links” in the navigation bar. I’m not quite sure whether I want to keep it or not.
How To Excessively Spoil Your Kids. F.A.O. Schwarz’s new strategy is to market toys to the children of the superrich.