Category Archives: Diversions

The stuff that didn’t fit elsewhere.

We’ve come to the multimedia updates

NaBloPoMo 2010Every year it comes to this. National Blog Posting Month drives me to listing the songs my iPod is currently playing. (See: Nov. 18, 2009). I’m just pleased that we made it this far without resorting to it. Anyway, here you are. Ten songs my iPod played this morning.

  1. Dancing Queen, Abba.
  2. California Girls, The Beach Boys.
  3. Spilt Needles, The Shins.
  4. I Saw You in the Wild, Great Lake Swimmers.
  5. Masochist, Ingrid Michaelson
  6. Pig Island, Scott Bakula
  7. Catch that Train, Dan Zanes and Friends
  8. Wolves, Iron & Wine
  9. See the Sky about to Rain, Neil Young
  10. A Man Needs a Maid, Neil Young

Tomorrow: 15 ways to butter a slice of bread! (Not really. I can only think of three.)

Songs for my sleepy children

Poppy finally wore out her bedtime CD quite NaBloPoMo 2010awhile ago, and I finally made a new one. But now, of course, her CD player has stopped working. So I guess this is Pete’s Sleepytime Songs until Christmas, at least, when Poppy may be getting a new CD player.

SleepyBoy

  1. Peace Behind the Bridge, Carolina Chocolate Drops
  2. Please Be Patient with Me, Wilco
  3. Falling From Sleeves, Calexico
  4. Heaven and Earth, Blitzen Trapper
  5. Hey There Delilah, Plain White Ts
  6. Night Sight, Air
  7. Head Full of Doubt / Road Full of Promise, The Avett Brothers
  8. The Dress Looks Nice on You, Sufjan Stevens
  9. Flowers of Edinburgh, Dan Zanes and Friends
  10. Almost Home, Hem
  11. La Manita, Lisa Loeb and Elizabeth Mitchell
  12. Lovers Lane, Elizabeth Mitchell
  13. Holland, Sufjan Stevens
  14. Slowness, Calexico
  15. Oh My Sweet Carolina, Ryan Adams

I made myself some oatmeal about an hour ago. I set it aside to cool and thicken a little. And then I forgot about it. I’ll bet it’s cool now.

Watching bad movies is still time spent together

Letters to JulietNaBloPoMo 2010I watched “Letters to Juliet” this weekend with my 10-year-old niece. The movie was an eye-roller, but spending the one-on-one time with Sophie was worth it. We don’t see her all that often, but still. She seems to have grown up overnight. She looks and sounds more like a teenager than a little kid now. Except when the “old people” kiss onscreen and she has an “ewwwwwwww that’s so gross” conniption fit.

Anyway, the movie was lame and silly. But the scenery was gorgeous. Sophie and I decided that we’re going to France and Italy when she turns 21. (At which time I will be 42. Whoa.) She wants to go to Verona and put a letter on the Juliet wall about her French boyfriend Jean George, whom she’ll be meeting in Paris. I’m looking forward to it. (And Chloe? I promise Soph and Jean George will be well-chaperoned.)