At the feeder in April and May,
- Black-capped chickadee
- House finch
- Brown-headed cowbird
- Red-bellied woodpecker
- Northern flicker
- White-breasted nuthatch
- Chipping sparrow
- White-crowned sparrow
- Mourning dove 5/10
- Rose-breasted grosbeak, M and F 5/11
- Baltimore oriole 5/11
- Common yellowthroat 5/11
- Indigo bunting 5/12
- Blackpoll warbler 5/12
- Yellow warbler 5/12
- Palm warbler 5/12
- Blue jay 5/13
Various photos and events in March,
Amongst lots of inclement-weather days, one really nice weekend for a walk through CBG
Seeing They Might Be Giants at the Vic in Chicago. (Lyall’s favorite: “Clap your hands”, my favorite: “Robot Parade”)
Residual snow on the court (or field) didn’t stop anyone from outdoor tennis (or baseball) practice.
For that matter, when it did: board games and visits to the gym.
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Me: “How about we paint something like this? I’m thinking steampunk /slash/ Wysocki.” Artist (not me): “hmm…”
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)
- Front squat:
- 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.
In memoriam, 2001(?)-2016.