Phew!

Just got back from a 3 hour bike ride. Went to UW and back.
Actually, I stopped at MOHAI (Museum of History and Industry) and looked through the exhibits. for about a half hour, so I'll call it a 21/2 hour ride as soon asI find out how many miles that is, I'll see how close I am to 100 mi a day that I need to do the STP.
Wherza map?
O.K. About 26 miles. 26 miles in 21/2 hrs is just a touch over 10 mph.
10 into 100 is 10 hours. gaahhh! I'm staggering now.
Last year I did 50 miles around Lake Washington in 7 hours, that's 14 hours halfway to Portland
I dunno, doesn't seem realistic to me.
Anyway,
before I left, I managed to plaster up the wall that will be behind the
new Kitchen cabinets. This project looks like it might actually get
finished!
The string quartet stuff I'm writing sounded good to me until I listened to Jeremy Denk, David Kim, and Bion Tsang play Ive's trio for violin, cello, and piano.
Maybe my problem is that, although I am a loony, I'm not a raving loony.
I guess that makes all the difference, as the great philosopher Dan Quayle, once said well, He might have
You understand, when I call Ives a loony, I'm referring only to his political opinions, his music is supernal;
sublime, outrageous, warm, human, plain, simpleminded, complicatedminded,
sentimental, harsh, overdone, rare, over easy, natural, absurd, charming, disgusting, fromulous, dhumatic, farfig newton, and I dunno...just great.
The part of the mind that Music addresses is the same part that religion addresses.
It's just that when the music is over you are expected to applaud and go home not rise up and bash down the walls of Jericho.
Well written lunacy can be inspiring, a joy to behold. Even knowing that it is folly, it is still invigorating to listen to the high flown nonsense of guys like Caeser, Hitler, Lincoln, Bush and many others.
Or Jesus, for crissake (sorry)
Doesn't it sound nice? Love everybody (as soon as we "convert" them.
"Convert" means kill off if they don't "get it" or if they ask embarrassing questions).
Give everybody a break, try to understand where they're coming from.
Forgive them thier trespasses, even though they steal the radio out of your car, or try to run over you as you peacfully walk from your favorite resturant on Queen Anne hill, or get your ass 86'd from Benaroya hall.

My evil nose has gotten my bad blood on many a sweet loving Christian fist.
But what the hey? You all love me, and you are obviously the smart party.
I mean, My mom read me the bible all about Jesus and all I got was four bruised cheeks. (Haw!)
Fidelio is running nicely, as soon as I adjust the derailleurs so I can shift without losing a chain, it'll be perfect.

Once again my steam guage tells me I am running out of that commodity

Hay nos vemos, cocodrilo.