Well, as I said, it would be a light week here at the Bleat. I had some things queued up about Events, but really, there’s enough of that around if you’re interested. I am, but not from the usual sources. I severed contact with a few radio shows and websites over the last few months, and feel no particular need to circle around and see what’s up. I expect everything will be apocalyptic or fantastic, depending on the news of the day.
Here’s the thing: I’m really bored with most sources whose basic ideas I share. I’m tired of agreeing all the time. There's just nothing to be learned by hearing what I already know.
The sites that have a variety of voices are far more interesting, even if they have a general set of ideas. In the beginning I said that the old media was a lecture, and blogs were a conversation; now many blogs - and much of talk radio - are just sermons. The pleasure of picking up a good newspaper in the morning, however, is undiminished.
Let's end the week with . . . a bunch of stuff. Who's up for a bunch of stuff?
In the clearance bin at Target the other day: a misbegotten Halloween leftover. It's Candy Corn. But it's not. It can't be.
I have to wave a chastening finger at the package designers, because if you have to explain candy in such detail it's probably not going to work. But the typefaces - there are two fonts that you never see together in public, for good reason. The BRACH'S - that's Neutra. Fine choice; one of my favorites, a great post-war font.
But Brunch Favorites is set in a typeface that wore out its welcome 15 years ago. It's FontDinerDotCom. At least it's not Font Diner Sparkly. Now, I'm a big fan of Font Diner products, and own many, but it's free, it's so old.
This is the preference panel for a piece of software that lets you sync stuff all over. You have one app for writing, and everything syncs without doing anything. I use Dropbox for saving writing now; don't want to write in a browser. I just don't. I'm a folder man. I'll always be a folder man. Pages iCloud doesn't permit folders. This one uses tags to create foldes, and it's nice and clean.
But there's one thing that made me wince. Besides the idea of an annual subscription for note-taking software because Ha! No. Can you find the thing that makes you think twice?
It probably makes them wince now, too. Reminds me of an old Usenet group devoted to horror films: alt.binaries.monter.movies. Fixed in place for all time, because someone left out the S. To this day I still think "monter movies!" when I think of Universal classics.
Since the KA project is an entire block, it's hard to convey what it is. But this will be some low-rise space between the long row on the left and the blunt six-story tower on the right.
Context: the banal blue office tower, the graceful IDS, and the light-brick monstrousity of "Centre Plaza."
Shall we have some deconstruction now? You may recall a few weeks ago I passed a burning building. Here's what's left.
The entry light fixture.
They grafted that on the building thirty years after it was built. Didn't fit.
The back doesn't look too damaged, does it?
But it's hollow, and the roof is gone.
This has to be saved.
I'm sure it will. The rest? A small piece of downtown history that lasted much longer than one might have expected.
Back to music cues for "The Little Things in Life," Peg Lynch's last continuously running sitcom. The cues run from substandard 60s cues to cringingly 70s, and I'm surprised at how few there were. I think I'm already repeating what I previously played. In fact I know I'm already repeating the fact that I think I'm repeating myself, but on we go: this is the sound of narrative radio in its strange last gasp.
Ever heard Margaret Hamilton sing? Here you go:
Music for just getting it over with
A throwback, again - although it gets WACKY to indicate Fun.
It'll be interesting in 2017 to compare your memory of these pallid 70s cues with the richness and variety of -
- but no, that would spoil it.
From 1973, a harried, Real Person brought in to describe how she deals with the constant dull pain of her dreary, unvarying existence.
She gets headaches.
An entire show, 15 minutes - why snip the bits when you can hear the whole thing?
Ever heard of her? Don Draper probably wouldn't think much of the music, but he would have given her a second look:
And then he'd be charmed by the performance. Unaffected and honest, simple without being a simpleton, unmannered without being unsophisticated.
She turned 86 this year. This is 1955.
She was also married to an Air Force General who was "the crash program that developed U.S. ballistic missiles — both ICBMs and IRBMs in 1953–1962."
Monday: interesting things. Who's up for lots of Safety Match catalogues?
Well, you're going to a hard start to the week, then. See you around.