Now the Pazz & Jop is out, so I can check for albums from early in the year that I’d forgotten. Here’s my best-of list, in which compared to the nominal P&J critic I overvalue sonic beauty and timbre, production and engineering, and harmony; undervalue lyrics, melody. (For reference: 2013 and 2012)
Best-of 2015 (version 3)
Punch Brothers, best of the year, of which every time I listened I think of someone to whom I could drop-ship a copy.
Joanna Newsom, almost as good as Have One on Me, maybe better if you appreciate the efficiency of packing as much into a single-album package.
Sufjan Stevens, took a while to grow on me, unusual in serving equally well as background music or listening music
Low, my favorite of all the Lows so far, just the right mix of spooky and something else
Dave Rawlings Machine, is not a Gillian Welch record, but as close as we get is still a really engrossing listen
Sturgill Simpson, like everyone else who liked this album, I don’t much like country, but I keep listening for that vocal tone and will file it away between Bill Callahan and Nick Cave
Torres, rockous and catchy in the same way that Metric used to be
Metric, rockous and catchy almost in the same way that Metric used to be
Decemberists, slowest burner of the year (as was The King is Dead) but now pop-easy to listen to and hum along
In 2015, some running, here and there; one charity 5k, 25:16 and 9/50 AG. Some biking, here and there; 463 commuting miles. (Once upon a time, that would have been $90 of gas money. Now it’s not enough electricity bill to cover bike brake pads) TRX class, yoga, boot camp at work. Just enough TRX and bootcamp in order to survive intro classes at the local CrossFit.
I still need a spreadsheet setup in order to own my data sufficiently. (And, exercise is all about data provenance.) Until then, notes, here, Edit, all spreadsheeted. First 15 crossfits, which means PRs for everything! I’m starting to learn how much weight to lift up at a time, which may make watching the summer olympics more fun. Caveat: I think I was too oxygen-addled on several of these to sum the weight, so let’s call them all ±20. (Note: \pm character found using the very useful ShapeCatcher site.)
Deadlift: 265 (215)
Snatch: 105 (95)
Back squat: 185 (135)
Overhead squat: 95
Bench press: 170 (145)
Shoulder press: 95 (75)
Clean: 165 (145)
C&J: 145 (105)
Push Jerk: 155 (95)
Plus, a 1/31 bike ride on the luxury-bike, 20-mi loop to Lake Bluff. 41 and rainy with some residual ice and snow on the corners. Now I hope I can find the photo I took of luxury bike leaning up against the shop-loaner BMW I was driving a while back.
Remember that time when we left the garden alone for an entire weekend?
It’s a cucumber year. Pickling cukes, though soon enough those become munching cukes and salad cukes and target-practice cukes.
Good garlic, too, and a fair number of big multicolored tomatoes. The jury’s out on the tomatillos; depending how many growing weeks remain, we might have 10 or 20 or 150.
We also conclude the weeks of cake bounty, as illustrated by mister 3 and his “here’s my cake, what are you having?” expression.
Nearing the end of September, the harvest is still going well. Frequent, large toms, return of the occasional strawberry, and – maybe – a successful eggplant? We have begun overgrown-yellowing-mushroomy season.
Last year’s strawberry box is weathering elegantly. Go go grow!