January 26, 2009
Discovery
…listen
…about the musicA little seedy.
A young-ish buck has discovered that if he whacks the birdfeeder into my window hard enough with his nose, gravity will be his friend as seeds sprinkle down onto his cute pink tongue.
A less than young-ish composer has discovered that the sound of a birdfeeder being whacked hard into her window is increasingly annoying. No matter how cute that pink tongue is.
A young-ish buck may discover a sudden lack of seed distribution equipment upon his return tomorrow…
Glenn Buttkus said,
January 27, 2009 @ 6:36 am
Your live action outdoor circus never ceases to amaze and tickle we kelphistos. The young-ish buck needs to understand the protocol of visiting the Shapiro yard; cute is good, munching is good, banging is nicht verboten.
Your musical clip really tweeked my head this morning, SlyJazz@1:25, with the piano and base really cooking. Was than an electronic instrument in the background sounding like ten different kinds of strings? I found myself strapped to the strings of the base, being slapped silly with the beat, as I listen enraptured by the piano line. ‘
California here you come, soon, if not already gone, enit? The sun is out around here, but those 33 degree temps keep the outdoors activities to a minimum. Southern CA should be warmer at least; just don’t breathe the air, or drink the water. If you find yourself in Hollywood, go six blocks east of Paramount/Desilu studios on Marathon, and wave at my old actor’s studio apartment.
Glenn
notes from the kelp » Visiting said,
April 1, 2009 @ 2:05 am
[…] Not to be thwarted in my voyeur-pleasing endeavors, though, I grabbed a couple of stills that themselves are indeed boring-but-cute-in-a-boring-sort-of-way. I just can’t help myself. My glass studio door, inches from where I sit at my desk, is a portal on all things immensely cute and boring. Nighttime gives me cute raccoon visitors, and daytime gives me cute blacktails. The latter have discovered the joy of standing directly under a bird feeder while allowing seed detritus to goofily drop on their heads. Gravity is their friend, since I made sure that they can’t climb up to the feeder like they used to. […]