Once again, IKEA has exploded and a pile of pre-fab furniture has miraculously landed in our house. Again. I mean, what are the chances, right?
They all have a home in mind but I’ve only put one of them away so far.
I was actually listening to that record when I was putting the last piece together. Once the record player was moved I just swapped from a streaming service to a spinning medium without missing a beat.
Yesterday I started listening to every Rush record I own on vinyl, in release order. I have everything up to 1987, after which they stopped releasing their music on vinyl (in large quantities at least). I have a couple of 21st century releases from when vinyl became a thing again. I’m in the office today so I won’t be playing that game again until tomorrow. I did take some Hipstamatic Shake to Shuffle style pics while I was packing up my laptop. Just because.
I’m not one of those people who thinks that vinyl is some magical thing. I just like the vibe. I also like having my father’s record player in my work from home space. It’s nice. I’ll start the Rush thing over again tomorrow at the start of the work day. It’s like having a big playlist from a streaming service except that I have to keep flipping the records.
Today, August 12th, is National Middle Child Day and it’s all about me.
Lisa, my sister, was born in 1968. I was born in 1971. John, my brother, was born in 1977.
I was the baby in the family for six whole years. Six. Whole. Years. Just long enough to really get used to it. Then, as the story goes, on the day I got on the school bus for my first day of kindergarten, as the bus pulled away my mother turned to my father and asked if they could have another baby. They did.
Thus I was no longer the baby, I was now the middle child and I suffered all of the slings and arrows of misfortunate that went along with it. My sister was always in charge of everything. My brother got away with everything. I was just there in the middle getting overlooked.
Fortunately, all these years later, I finally have a day that allows me to proudly embrace my middle childhood. Sure I am a screwed up mess of a human, but at least I get a whole day. What does it really mean to be a middle child? I haven’t a clue. Click the link and read about it there.
Unrelated, today is also apparently National Vinyl Record day. So not only did I get overshadowed by my smarter, funnier, better looking siblings… I also get overshadowed by vinyl records. Okay. I get it. That’s just how it is.
You know this is all sarcasm, right? I don’t have to explicitly spell that out for everyone, do I? Wait… I think I just did. Damn it.
This post is basically meaningless. I took two pictures with my new camera that I kinda like and I’m just sharing them. This morning I had to go out to the drugstore before work. I stopped at a liquor store that’s right on the state line (I think it’s on the New Hampshire side, but who knows) and took a picture of their wall, which happens to be painted like The Green Monster. Fitting, as the NHL Winter Classic is going to be played in front of the real Green Monster on Tuesday.
The other picture was taken last night before everything went sideways. It’s yet another spinning vinyl record pic. I’ve done this with my DSLR, at least one of the film SLRs, and now with the new mirrorless. The spinning record is Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here. I think there might be something wrong with the turn table’s motor because the record was spinning too fast. We’ll see.
I like this, but I gots to get me a full frame lens as the 10 megapixel crop is going to get to me eventually. Not complaining, I really like how this looks regardless of the resolution, I just want to use the whole image, you know?
It’s going to be a weird day. I’ve never had to deal with losing a pet before. Well, I did once but I was probably four years old or so. Fluffy getting hit by a car on route 38 doesn’t really count in this case.
Inside the Red Head's Head 