"Home is not a place" is a quote from a Lois McMaster Bujold novel. It's also the first tattoo I ever got, around the top of my left arm. It's a phrase that matters to me, representative of an ethos I try my damnedest to live by.
This playlist is about that.
It's about running away from home to find your family and running away from your family to find your home and it's about the complicated, overlapping, contradictory truths of home and family and love.
Home Is Not A Place
Zip file on dropbox (140MB) or Individual tracks on dropbox
Native Son - Oysterband
Canyon Moon - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
My Way Home Is Through You - My Chemical Romance
Authority - Genevieve
Electable (Give It Up) - Jimmy Eat World
Dutch - Dessa
Home - Phillip Phillips
Family Oh Family - Shred Kelly
Glorious - Colony House
Idaho - Josh Ritter
Hometown Glory - Adele
Why Am I The One - fun.
Heartlines - Florence & The Machine
Recurring Dream - Crowded House
All Of My Days - Alexi Murdoch
The Long Way Around - Dixie Chicks
Across The Line - Bellowhead
Rebellion (lies) - Arcade Fire
Hearts, Love and Honour - Headstones
Level Up - Vienna Teng
You Can Come From Here - Bourbon Tabernacle Choir
Sons & Daughters - The Decemberists
Rainbow Connection - Weezer & Hayley Williams
As usual comments if you're downloading are appreciated and I love to hear what people think of my mixes after they've listened to them as well.
It's been a long month this last week.
- We are very close to buying the house on Whidbey Island. Just a couple of things we have to check.
- As of Friday, I am officially a Retired Person. (I've been a member of the AARP for 20 years. It's still weird.
- I had a couple of panic attacks. The fact that I know what they are, how they work, and how to deal with them is helpful, but they're still something of an ordeal.
I had a very nice send-off party from the team at work; another team member was moving to another team, so it was a combined affair, and of course combined with the weekly Friday "Beer 30". I will miss those people. Naomi was able to come up for the party, so we were able to do a little singing (set list in the notes). Damned good thing, too -- I had greatly underestimated the amount of stuff I would be bringing home. I would have had to call a cab.
For some reason I'm not seeing all that many events this week outside the house-related stuff. Oh, well. Maybe that's enough.
Friday after work, I set off in search of a place called Ras Dashen Enterprises, which is an Ethiopian grocery store. I was not disappointed. Not only did they sell big bags of berbere, they also had freshly prepared injera, and it was made from 100% teff. I'm glad to finally have had the chance to try 100% teff injera.
The berbere did not disappoint, either. I fed the household some giant vats of homemade Ethiopian goodness on Saturday night - misir wat (red lentils with the berbere and onions) and atakilt wat. It's hard to go wrong with cabbage, potatoes, and carrots.
I also used the very last of the sour cherries from Nebraska to make one last Black Forest Cake, for scrottie's birthday [but everyone knows I just use the occasion as an excuse to bake a ridiculous cake]. Boozy. I miss those cherries.
Then today I made another batch of a green bean recipe from The Healthy Cuisine of India that I think is a fantastic way to showcase green beans. The recipe goes by a name something like "green beans in mustard-poppyseed sauce," but it uses white poppyseeds, which I'd never heard of but managed to find at a nearby Indian grocery. [Yes, this is a perk of having to deal with life in the Bay Area]. You're supposed to toast the poppyseeds and then grind them with a mortar and pestle, but the previous time I made this dish I found the grinding to be rather ineffectual and very labor-intensive. So after reading further online, I decided to instead clean out the Porlex coffee grinder and try it. WAY easier. The coffee grinder was easy to clean, and everything ground together wonderfully.
I will try to post the recipe for these green beans sometime soon. The white poppyseeds release an incredible aroma after they have been toasted, and they do pair well with green beans.
Need to do more editstuff.
Edit: I SHIP IT! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCeFbK-
S_____ grumbles. The window people are coming back tomorrow to finish what they can, and then have to come back again in six weeks because they made two of the windows wrong. What does this prove? Windows upgrades are always a hassle.
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Today I got to test out the new sewing machine, a Janome HD-1000, and try my hand at sewing nylon.
The machine's in the background. In the foreground, you can see a cardboard cutting table from annikusrex's mom, K. K taught both of us how to sew, and I have a lot of memories of standing around that cutting table, playing with pattern weights and pins. It is so handy to have a table for sewing projects that also folds flat, and it's surprisingly sturdy. Thank you, K!
The sewing machine worked like a dream.
After a bit of rummaging around, I was able to relocate the strip of aluminum I'd used previously to anchor the basket to the CETMA rack, as well as the old bolts and locknuts. I hope the blue foam camping pad works as well as, if not better than, the last closed-cell foam I used to pad the rack. I suspect the whole setup is still going to make a ridiculous and awful rattling racket again.
This is the third Hirshhorn basket, and this time around they made a couple of awesome custom modifications for me, to enable much better left-handed access:
And here's what I sewed, in action. A nylon rain and weather covering:
For, ahem, aerodynamics, you know.
If I'd had such a covering on the previous basket, it might have lived longer, as it sat outside through the Texas heat and humidity and rain.
The next item on the sewing list is that set of Bike Spats. Those are going to be slightly complicated to shape, but I think I'm up for the challenge. I'm fairly certain that the moment I complete them, we'll revert back to the dry season here.
So for some years I've been getting emails for this dude named Darren who keeps signing up for things with my gmail address.
This evening, I got a thank you email from his GM dealership, and it had a helpful link to "change your contact preferences." Going to that link gave me a phone number and snailmail address. I just texted him and asked him to please NOT use my address anymore. I'm going to guess he's likely very surprised right about now.