Sitting on the couch in my room, watching the rain and the ocean, listening to Oscar Peterson, and reading a good book about Montreal in the 1940s and 1950s. I really should spend more vacations this way. Maybe I wouldn’t be so exhausted when I got home…

Long dormant, recently revived…

In unrelated news, the video project is complete.

A more recent tradition. The song may be sixty years old but I’d never heard it until a holiday trip to DC six years ago.

Required and essential tradition number two…

Cristina
Things Fall Apart (1981)

I think I have made it abundantly clear that I’m pretty much done with Christmas. Nevertheless, there are certain traditions that must be followed lest the universe become unbalanced and start to tilt in an unpleasant way. This is one of those traditions.

Apologies for the half-assed fake video…