Choreographed Dance Music

I spilled Coca Cola on my expensive keyboard. It doesn't work any more. When I press down certain keys, every other key also presses down simultaneously. I miss it. It lit up in the dark, and also had a display which told me things but was never actually critically useful.

Just goes to show how technology all needs to be food proof- or simply made of food.

Recently my mother also managed to spill coffee on my old powerbook G4 laptop.

Being a laptop, it did not fare nearly as well as my expensive ex-keyboard. It simply fried and now can not even be eaten. I have since disassembled it, which was both enjoyable and educational.

In a dream I invented a food computer. The computer box was a hollowed out coconut, and the interior was pomegranate and lime. The mouse was a pear and the desk was an extremely large watermelon, sliced in half and set on its tip so that the top was flat. The monitor was thinly sliced grapes placed in a lattice made of the vines, and it actually displayed images just like a real monitor. If only I could paint.

At a party last Friday my friend Andrew bestowed upon me a 70 something year old banjo with a real abalone fretboard. The head is most likely the original and is peeling and browned like an old manuscript left in the sun, and the neck has had repair at some point, but it looks to be in somewhat decent shape, otherwise. I am going to re-head it, string it, and then most likely play it.

Speaking of music, everyone who likes a bit of folk should listen to The Tallest Man on Earth. He isn't very famous, but he probably should be and he needs your support, and also his music is fantastic.

Also this past weekend, my girlfriend came home and we had a delightful free concert during our visit to the Wadsworth Atheneum in Hartford, CT. We only paid standard admission, but the musicians who were to be giving a chamber music performance later in the day were warming up and practicing while we viewed an exhibit called the Allure of Lace. Slaughter Pens drooled (although I think she is quite lovely when drooling, 'raved' is probably a more accurate word) over the late 19th and early 20th century dresses, commented on how she would wear some, and not others, and I imagined her wearing some, and not others, and not wearing anything at all.

We sat on a window sill directly across from the practicing musicians, and in sight of a 3000 year old statue of Bastet.

I adore museums.