cat photography and the porcupine

Friday: Up around 8, knowing I needed to be intentional with my time, or the morning wouldn't work. MB was working at home today. Christine had headed out early for yoga. Shower, brief web, breakfast, then down basement for morning practices. Emerged around 10:30. The cat photographer had arrived. We spent a couple hours playing with the cats and taking pictures. The kitties had quite a romp in nip-patch in the backyard. MB and the photographer went upstairs, and I attended to some other things, including calling a few businesses to update my debit card number. Played a bit of guitar. Emailed the print shop with a request for more flyers.

Another nice day out. In at work, gave B an outline of my new strategy. I had turned some sort of corner in my thinking since the day before. More SCC wrangling, bringing my engine project up to the latest trunk version. Walked out and picked up the flyers, and a couple slices of pizza. Explained some preference system subtleties to Dv. Fixed a few problems in my check-in of the previous day. Left around 5:40.

Hit quite a bit of traffic in my attempt to get to Berklee College of Music. Would have been better off just going straight down Mass Ave. But, lucked out on parking, and arrived about 6:15. RF had wrapped up his sound-check. Said hello to him and Victor, J Sinks and Biff. Hanging around. I had heard John and Robert talking about needing a new GR-1, and not being able to find any for sale. I offered them mine, at a reasonable price, since it had been about 6 years since I last used it. It was nice to have something to contribute. I found a spot to stand upstairs. People filtered in. A mixed crowd. MB said hello before the show began.

RF's set never quite settled in... though it had its moments. But, it seemed that whenever it was going to take off, something would break the spell. At a quiet point, a youthful voice yelled "Play something." Open hostility. I believe I could sense 'violation' in the space as well... but could just be imagination. After the set, Victor and I went backstage for a brief debrief. RF introduced us to some of the Porcupine Tree guys. A de-fisting, and goodbyes. Ran into Martin in the lobby. He'd been up in the balcony and had seen someone openly video taping the show. In some ways being a Four Quarters Maintainer is an impossible task.

MB and I stayed for about a half hour of the PT set. Wasn't quite scratching the spot for us. I would say one of the things missing for me could be said to be "interplay."

Back home, I made a concoction of pasta salad and scrambled eggs, which we ate while watching about the first half of the Big Lebowski. Then we both became suddenly tired and headed for bed.