5-1/2″ in the last few days. There are those of us who are overjoyed. The woods are alive, creeks are bubbling, mycelium are searching for healthy oak roots. BIG storm forecast for mid-week. Low pressure seems to be predominating, allowing the storms to come in off the ocean. There will be flooding, trees down — speaking of which I got about a year’s worth of nice oak firewood by the side of the road this weekend.
Every Drop of Rain by David Byrne & Fatboy Slim on Grooveshark
Shot from the Cliff House at Ocean Beach
For Tiny Homes on the Move, at Gravel & Gold, an intriguing eclectic store of diverse items in the Mission district, 3266 21st Street, S.F., 7 PM Tuesday December 2, 2014.
https://gravelandgold.com/events/lloyd-kahn-shelter-slide-show-iii/
Photo shot in San Rafael, Calif. by Dave Covey
I’m starting to do posts like this on TheShelterBlog.
“These are barns I photographed in the Willamette Valley in Oregon in September, 2014. The gambrel is a distinctive and common barn roof shape in this part of the world, as is the curved roof barn…”
https://www.theshelterblog.com/six-gambrel-roof-barns-oregon/#wrapper
From Godfrey Stephens
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I'll Be Your Baby Tonight (Live with the Band, Isle of Wight, 1969) by Bob Dylan on Grooveshark
On Another Self Portrait (1969-1971): The Bootleg Series Vol. 10
Article on this album in Boston Globe:
https://www.bostonglobe.com/arts/music/2013/08/25/review-bob-dylan-another-self-portrait-the-bootleg-series-vol/bAbdHJQ2EG265EHlLeVHqO/story.html
Album referred to us by long-time Dylan fan Jeff Sinder.
Lew found this hummingbird in the kitchen. It had probably been trapped in there a while; it was catatonic, its chi was ebbing. Its wings were fluffed up in an attempt to get warm. Hummingbirds are perpetual motion machines; they need to be constantly moving and eating to keep up with the high metabolism.
We mixed some agave syrup with warm water and we dipped its beak in it several times. It tilted its head back each time to swallow. Then we put it on a chair in the sun;as it warmed up, its feathers started unfluffing and when we looked a few minutes later, it had taken off.
The scrub jay is so unbelievably blue.
“’Pamir’ was originally launched in Hamburg in 1905, she had a steel hull, a tonnage of 3020 gross, an overall length of 375 feet, a beam of 46 feet and a loaded draught of 24 feet. Her three masts stood 168 feet above the deck and the main yard was 92 feet wide. She carried a total of 50,000 square feet of sails and could reach a top speed of 16 knots, while her speed on passage was often better than 10 knots.
Pamir, a four-masted barque, was one of the famous Flying P-Liner sailing ships of the German shipping company F. Laeisz. She was the last commercial sailing ship to round Cape Horn, in 1949. By 1957 she had been outmoded by modern bulk carriers and could not operate at a profit. Her shipping consortium’s inability to finance much-needed repairs or to recruit sufficient sail-trained officers caused severe technical difficulties. On 21 September 1957 she was caught in Hurricane Carrie and sank off the Azores, with only six survivors rescued after an extensive search.…”
I just ran across this. I put it on the blog about 4 years ago, but the link got scrambled, so here it is again. (My mom lived to be 103.)
“I was at my Mom’s rest home a few weeks ago and walked in on a little lady sitting at the piano playing for the old folks. (This is in the wing for elderly and challenged residents.) It was ragtime music and great. I learned who she was and called her up. Did she want me with my bass and my brother with his banjo to sit in with her? “Oh, yes, that would be great!”
This is the 2nd time we’ve played together. Lew taped this last Tuesday, and the joint was rockin’. (We haven’t even practiced together yet.) These are songs that I used to play with my quartet in high school, a lot of them from the ’20s, so I was right at home.
I’m working at my bass playing and Bob is pretty good on the banjo.
Phoebe is actually thrilled. I told her we’re just enhancing her. I’m calling us the Phoebe Babo trio. She says when she was a girl, she played the drums. She started on the piano later on in life, and she’s just got it. She is a grand lady. The 80-90-year-olds love us. On Tuesday, as soon as we started playing, people came in from all over. The caregiver women were dancing, my mom’s caregiver Clara was shakin’ it. A lady named Jane knows the words to every song. Peggy was 88 that day and celebrating with wolf whistles at the end of each song.”