cape on the market

Saturday: Woke around 8:30, web, brushed teeth, back to bed for a while. Shower. MB and I had breakfast together. I made some french toast and soy sausages while she showered, then she made an apple crisp. A good conversation. Down basement for morning practices. Back upstairs, put away laundry, packed, played guitar for a bit, picked out some CDs for the drive, then out on the road, taking MB's car.

Hit some traffic south of Boston, and a bit more on Route 3. Siouxsie, Wire, Ooojami. We pulled off looking for a place to buy a soda, but wound up at the bridge anyway. Went to a fast food place, and ordered apple pie, yogurt and soda. Arrived at my mom's house a little before 5.

She's just put the house on the market. A neighbor, who is also going to act as her attorney in the sale of the house, stopped in, and they went through a few details. Its a bit sad seeing this place go on the block, but, it's the right thing for my mom, and I think the right time as well. We talked about a friend of hers, who turns out to be a Bush supporter. I tried to communicate something about not letting what people say get to you, and failed miserably. We took a walk out. I talked for awhile about some ideas about Science and "The Truth," springing from an interview I'd heard with Karen Armstrong a few years back.

Here's a thought experiment: Name something that exists in the world, that can be completely and accurately described in language.

I can't come up with anything. Language, science and rational thought, are by their nature dealing with abstraction and generality, not with the specific, and so, it is clear that none of these things will ever lead one to what is real. That's not to say that they aren't, when used properly, enormously useful... but, you shouldn't use binoculars to listen to the radio.

A lovely walk along the beach. We spotted very much poison ivy, which grows in quite a wide variety of forms. Sassafras, honeysuckle, clover. Back at my mom's house, she cooked some green beans, and made us omelettes. While she cooked, MB and I gave my mom a little concert, playing Eye of the Needle, Asturias, an excerpt from JSB Invention 10, the Bartok piece (Microcosmos), and Moving Force. I began playing one of my compositions, but it was requested that I set the table. Martin Medeski and Wood accompanied our dining. Some lime pie for dessert. We watched "Life is Sweet," a lovely little film, though my mom didn't seem to like it as much as I had hoped she would. MB and I watched some folks reminisce about the history of Jazz on PBS, and do some playing as well. A crazy old cat, in a captain's hat, sang scat. How 'bout dat? Bed soon.