One of the nice things here is rewiring my stereo, complete with a network interface from a friend so I can easily play all my old CDs (long since converted to MP3). The following brief conversation happened as we had Brian Eno’s Apollo playing.
Shannon: This music is for the moon landing.
Nefarious: When is the moon going to land????
Hahaha…!
Other than that I cooked a great meal today — rare tuna flank steak and a really light mix of green veggies (sugar snap peas, green beans, asparagus, and green onions) in garlic butter with cous cous. One of the best things I’ve made in a while, and incredibly simple and done in under ten minutes from start to finish.
Tomorrow morning the work begins on getting my Sterling on the road for the first time in its roughly thirty year life… A lot of people choose to modernize their kit cars when they do the builds so much later than when the car was first created, but I am of the mindset that it’s better to try and create it with the vision of the original designer, in the time of the original designer. I think I might go all-out and even do a classic paintjob.
Anyway, this is the view looking north from our apartment. It really is remarkably treed in every direction. It’s funny how from the ground a city can look so grey, but once you get up in the air, you see just how green it is. That’s fog in the photo by the way, not smog.
Oh, and quack again.
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That paintjob makes me think of Tron.
shannon you have to, i mean HAVE TO, paint the sterling that way now.
youll be the envy of every canadian
I’d like it in varying shades of purple. Gorgeous.
I am completely charmed by “When is the moon going to land?” Have fun with the Sterling!
I just had a very hard morning, and that little conversation totally made my day.
I was going to say that car reminds me of Tron but, someone beat me to it.
Maybe you could make a tron costume to go with it? lol
One day while wandering the streets of Boston I walked past a college student from Berklee. His belt was sideways, his hat was angled and he had his collar popped. After dismissing him as one I assumed to be a “bro” I read his shirt, and it told me, “Listen to Brian Eno” I was suddenly frozen in amazement because he and I were more alike than I thought. Once I got home I solemnly clicked the FLAC buttons to fill my apartment with The Plateaux of Mirror and I firmly reminded myself to never judge a book by his popped collar.
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