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vovatMy birthday was last Wednesday. I usually find birthdays to be a little bit of a let-down, because I feel I should be doing something really fun, and generally just end up sitting around. Beth and I did eat at the Olive Garden on the previous night, which I like, even if a lot of people don't. And on the actual day, we went to Denny's with her mom and Uncle John. Presents I received included Kinks albums from my in-laws, and a Donald Duck comic book from Tavie. Beth paid for part of a new computer, and this is the first post I'm writing on it. It didn't come with Microsoft Office, though, so I guess I'm going to have to buy that separately. Do you think it will go on sale on Black Friday or Cyber Monday?
On Friday, I saw Robyn Hitchcock at the City Winery, where I always feel kind of weird because I don't particularly like wine, nor can I afford it. But then, I pretty much never buy any food or drinks at concert venues unless they have a minimum. He has so many songs that I never recognize all of them, but the set did include several I know well, including "Victorian Squid," "I Used to Say I Love You," and "Trams of Old London." While I don't know it quite as well, I also appreciated hearing "Old Pervert" from the Soft Boys era. He had some good introductions, and mentioned that all of his songs are either inane or suicidal. It was largely his bizarre lyrics that drew me to his music, although those aren't necessarily enough to make the songs good. Fortunately, he also has strong melodies. Of the ones for which I don't own the recordings, the one that stood out for me was about his dad and a trolley bus. Why does it seem like all English creative types write about how their fathers were kind of distant? An Australian singer named Emma Swift sang harmony on a few songs. It was actually the second show of the night, as the first sold out before I could buy a ticket. At one point, Robyn said he wished all his shows could be second shows, which is the sort of absurd humor I enjoy.
Beth and I went to the Bronx Zoo on Saturday. We were able to get free year-long memberships with our NYC ID cards, but we'd been putting off going there because of how early they close at this time of year. We only spend two and a half hours there, but I'm sure we'll go back at some point. Our passes also work for other zoos in the city.
Tigers act so much like domestic cats. Like, they'll just flop down and start grooming themselves.
Hello, Mr. Zebra.
Feeding time for the giraffes
On Friday, I saw Robyn Hitchcock at the City Winery, where I always feel kind of weird because I don't particularly like wine, nor can I afford it. But then, I pretty much never buy any food or drinks at concert venues unless they have a minimum. He has so many songs that I never recognize all of them, but the set did include several I know well, including "Victorian Squid," "I Used to Say I Love You," and "Trams of Old London." While I don't know it quite as well, I also appreciated hearing "Old Pervert" from the Soft Boys era. He had some good introductions, and mentioned that all of his songs are either inane or suicidal. It was largely his bizarre lyrics that drew me to his music, although those aren't necessarily enough to make the songs good. Fortunately, he also has strong melodies. Of the ones for which I don't own the recordings, the one that stood out for me was about his dad and a trolley bus. Why does it seem like all English creative types write about how their fathers were kind of distant? An Australian singer named Emma Swift sang harmony on a few songs. It was actually the second show of the night, as the first sold out before I could buy a ticket. At one point, Robyn said he wished all his shows could be second shows, which is the sort of absurd humor I enjoy.
Beth and I went to the Bronx Zoo on Saturday. We were able to get free year-long memberships with our NYC ID cards, but we'd been putting off going there because of how early they close at this time of year. We only spend two and a half hours there, but I'm sure we'll go back at some point. Our passes also work for other zoos in the city.
Tigers act so much like domestic cats. Like, they'll just flop down and start grooming themselves.
Hello, Mr. Zebra.
Feeding time for the giraffes
