Random

I don't know why people had a negatron fuss about the last Moby album. I really like it a lot. It was just playing on S4's computer, just kind of softly in the background, and I realized how well I know it, how I have a pretty wide range of emotions built into it, how his tour for that album was the only time I've seen him live- and I don't even own it.

I've had a nice week so far. Yesterday I very much enjoyed the company of pied_piper70, assumed some kittensittin' duty and (I hope) made a nice distraction from difficult things with some good wine, some food, a bit of music show and tell (I swear, we can't get together without some snippet of music show and tell), some addictive television and all around pleasant company, especially once Neighbor Amy stopped by and S4 returned from work.

I really do love my job. For this I really can't forget to feel lucky every day. I do a lot of mundane office things, but they're for cool people. I'm always made to feel appreciated and useful. Today I helped the guy who runs the oil painting studio downstairs use the copy machine so that he could make nice duplications of his planning sketches for a commission. I answered questions about fiscal agency. I referred someone to one of the best attorneys in the country for dealing with arts-related immigration issues. I wrote a lot of thank you notes. (Always with the thank you notes.) I love knowing the artists who live around here. I recognized one's mural the other day. Somehow it's different seeing a piece of art when you can see its creator's face or hear their voice in your mind. I've had many people tell me they separate a work of art from its creator- I've never really been able to do that, for better or worse. If I learn things that are wonderful or horrible about someone who created something, it can color how I think of their work. It's sort of like learning music theory. One of my favorite residents in the Northern was talking about the string of cloudy days and referred to the color of the sky so charmingly offhanded as the same color as a #4 pencil. The little things that cause me to adore how artists think...

I had tons of fun at derby practice tonight, which was really good, 'cause I'd been losing steam on the derby. My teammate pointed out another way that I tend to skate that is making me skate waaaay slower than I'm capable of. I'm learning to adjust and I'll get even faster. I'm really excited about that- these small changes in my stride make other parts of skating make a lot more sense. It's like when a move "clicks" when spinning poi. My pointy shoulders bruise my teammates, which makes them smile. We're weird like that. I began finding analogs between music making and athletics. I wonder if this is good for me, or if it's the beginning of the end. I suddenly sympathize with Jj and his Dolly Dilemma. (It's okay, dude. Dolly's pretty awesome.)

Vegged with S4 and some junk food. That was nice.

Now it's past my bedtime.

I have Monday off. I plan to kick out the beats this weekend.

Coffee drinkin' vegans?

So... while I realize it's blasphemous on many a level for some, I often enjoy diluting my coffee with a smidge of cream, or more often, soymilk.

I haven't yet discovered the secret of the universe that deems whether or not soymilk will do that weird separation/curdley thing when you pour it in coffee. I imagine that soy creamer is specifically formulated to avoid this phenomenon, but haven't done enough testing to know for sure. The coffeeshop downstairs doesn't use that soy creamer anyway, they use plain ol' soymilk. I don't have enough data.

Why? Why does that happen?