Monday, September 24, 2007
Doc!
Saturday night, we went to a local restaurant to see/hear some of our favorite local musicians (Gil, Cartas & Lobo), who have recently added Doc Severinsen and our drummer friend Rick Shlosser to their group. It was a pretty magical performance, as they cruised from jazz to flamenco to latin and blues, including a rendition of Ennio Morricone's theme from The Mission that never fails to elicit tears from the audience. Overall, lots of high energy and a sense that all the musicians seemed to be really enjoying themselves. P.S. To my non-musical ear, Doc still has some serious chops... even at 80-something. He moved down here last year and we've met him several times. He's a really gracious and interesting old guy. P.P.S. I think the group is working on an album. When/if it comes out, I'll let you know how to find it.
In the meantime, San Miguel continues to present us with a never-ending stream of surprising and delightful moments.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Words For the Day
I recently stumbled across a couple of favorite words that kinda define our new, radically un-American lifestyle:
Desultory - (adj.) aimlessly passing from one thing to another; random.
Mosey - (v.) walk at a leisurely, unhurried pace; saunter; stroll.
Desultory - (adj.) aimlessly passing from one thing to another; random.
Mosey - (v.) walk at a leisurely, unhurried pace; saunter; stroll.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
A Great Visual Pun
I wish I'd thought of it, let alone had the skill to create the thing out of freakin' sand!
Ain't It the Truth
I came across this quote today in a terrific and funny little book called Two Guys Read Moby Dick. If you can find it (the book), I'd highly recommend you read it. (FYI: Why wouldn't I like it? It was co-written by a former advertising copywriter and sometimes resident of San Miguel.)
"I don't think a day goes by now that I don't think about death at some point. It's different now though. I don't think of it with the terror I did in my thirties, but rather as a well-meaning, but still annoyingly nagging friend who keeps reminding me of all the things I haven't done and pushes me to get on the stick. Death as the ultimate personal trainer." - Terrence N. Hill
"I don't think a day goes by now that I don't think about death at some point. It's different now though. I don't think of it with the terror I did in my thirties, but rather as a well-meaning, but still annoyingly nagging friend who keeps reminding me of all the things I haven't done and pushes me to get on the stick. Death as the ultimate personal trainer." - Terrence N. Hill
