trip to SLC was mixed:
I spent too much money, as usual (weakness for impulse buys--usually of the utterly useless variety combined with a debit card recently fattened by payday plus alcohol consumption doesn't help)--hooked up with some old friends & made some new ones, which is always nice (especially when they're of the curvy female intellectual type)
saw a band at a sort of a bar/performance space that I usually try & check out when I'm in town (the Urban Lounge, if yer ever in SLC) --slightly strange thing that's happened the last couple of times I've gone in there & at a number of other places I've gone to that have a "cover"--the cover was 5 bucks, I gave the guy at the door a 20, got my change & fought my way to the bar, where I discovered that I now had 25 dollars.
like I said, this is not the first time, or place, where this has happened.
maybe I just have a knack for going to a place right after the guy at the door has had a chance to toke up on his break.
I also bought a new guitar, which is a little better than the cheap job that I bought off eBay & have been learning on, but I STILL don't sound much like Richard Thompson, which is kind of disappointing. I thought a new guitar would do the trick...
&, much less fun, went shopping for a headstone. most of the places I've gone to just have catalogues & 3-ring binders filled with fonts & cheesy clip-art pictures of praying hands or a pine-tree or...whatever (my eyes kinda went all fuzzy after the praying hands & the pine tree) & some samples that looked like they just plopped out of a laser printer (that prints on polished granite) memorializing Mr. or Mrs. John Smith...
I kinda wanta SEE the stone I'm buying, I want something that looks HAMMERED (if I had my druthers I'd have a local stone-worker doing it in local stone--but it seems like such a thing just isn't DONE anymore)
anyway--found a place that had a little yard with naked stones & took a few digital photos that I'll go over with the sister.
tired. more on this later.
I spent too much money, as usual (weakness for impulse buys--usually of the utterly useless variety combined with a debit card recently fattened by payday plus alcohol consumption doesn't help)--hooked up with some old friends & made some new ones, which is always nice (especially when they're of the curvy female intellectual type)
saw a band at a sort of a bar/performance space that I usually try & check out when I'm in town (the Urban Lounge, if yer ever in SLC) --slightly strange thing that's happened the last couple of times I've gone in there & at a number of other places I've gone to that have a "cover"--the cover was 5 bucks, I gave the guy at the door a 20, got my change & fought my way to the bar, where I discovered that I now had 25 dollars.
like I said, this is not the first time, or place, where this has happened.
maybe I just have a knack for going to a place right after the guy at the door has had a chance to toke up on his break.
I also bought a new guitar, which is a little better than the cheap job that I bought off eBay & have been learning on, but I STILL don't sound much like Richard Thompson, which is kind of disappointing. I thought a new guitar would do the trick...
&, much less fun, went shopping for a headstone. most of the places I've gone to just have catalogues & 3-ring binders filled with fonts & cheesy clip-art pictures of praying hands or a pine-tree or...whatever (my eyes kinda went all fuzzy after the praying hands & the pine tree) & some samples that looked like they just plopped out of a laser printer (that prints on polished granite) memorializing Mr. or Mrs. John Smith...
I kinda wanta SEE the stone I'm buying, I want something that looks HAMMERED (if I had my druthers I'd have a local stone-worker doing it in local stone--but it seems like such a thing just isn't DONE anymore)
anyway--found a place that had a little yard with naked stones & took a few digital photos that I'll go over with the sister.
tired. more on this later.
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I've read something strange about stones....
In France most gravestones were, until recently, carved in Bretagne, out of good Breton granite that's said to be rivalled (regarding hardness) only by Breton skulls. But in the past years, Breton gravestone-carving workshops were shut down one after another, 'cause what they could not rival with was the attractive discount prices proposed to the major undertakers companies by their Southeast Asia competitors, who used to offer carved stones for so cheap that their price remained affordable even with the shipment charges added...
.... it means, of course, that the epitaphs are digitally composed on some French undertaker's office's PC, sent to, say, Singapore through the ether and engraved on some laser-carved piece of volcanic Indonesian rock by some other laser-guided machine operated by a girl from Kalimantan who probably studied for becoming a computer programmer but found out the only other jobs that were offered to her were assembling either cameras or M-16...
I wonder how much things go differently in Nevada?