Vingt Regards:XX. La préparation au voyage

There, all is snow and sleet,
Freezing rain, hail and wet feet.

After a decade of living in a place where 50 degrees is omg-it's-freezing- where's-my-wool-hat weather, I'm no longer sartorially equipped for these Winter Weather Advisory situations. All I can do now is hit refresh at weather.com to see what my chances are for getting out of SFO this evening. Thank goodness I made the time last night to rip the bags full of CDs that have been sitting around awaiting iPod transferral.

Recent acquisitions are too numerous to recount, but it should be noted that I've listened to Regina Spektor's Begin to Hope probably 40x this past week, Café Tacuba's Sino at least daily, and Andy Bey's Ain't Necessarily So (newly released 1997 live recording from Birdland) thrice since acquiring it 20 hours ago.

with apologies to baudelaire

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And so ends the Vingt Regards series, which lasted about a month and a half longer than I had expected. The original purpose was to force myself to post a number of short entries quickly, but this past month in particular was much fuller than anticipated. Finally, we return to our regular programming.

Vingt Regards / I. Strange Bedfellows / II. A New Era, Indeed / III. Hommage à Paolo Conte / IV. Hommage à S. Bar. / V. They Speak According to the Book / VI. Overheard in New York / VII. In Rotation: August 2007 / VIII. LA Phil's New Housemate / IX. Apples and Amoebas / X. Sunday in the Park with Bert / XI. Epilogue / XII. Taking Stock / XIII. De Quadratis Magicis / XIV. TSR's Guide to SF Elections / XV. Good Vibrations / XVI. Found Object / XVII. By the Blue Purple Yellow Red Water / XVIII. It's Macbeth in a Box / XIX. No Word from M. C—

Comments

[sfmike]

You certainly picked a lovely weekend on the East Coast to revisit winter. Hope you make it back okay.