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Dec. 2nd, 2010 12:30 amWent to the doctor this morning. Lower intestinal stuff; nothing serious, but I wanted to make sure it was nothing serious and also establish whether I want this to be my primary care physician. Which I do. And although it is nothing serious, I have been instructed to temporarily avoid seeds and nuts if I want to heal faster (nut pastes are fine). And I thought: well, I don't eat a lot of seeds and nuts anyway. I promptly went home and made myself pork with mustard seeds and halfway through eating it thought . . . oh. Right.
I ignore most North/South contrasts, but something I've noted which I suspect is linked to inadequate and limited sample data is that your average female stranger in the South will be very friendly when you pass them on the sidewalk, because it is inculturated that you must be courteous and hospitable to strangers. However, behind a retail counter, the same woman will be rude as hell and won't like how pushy you are for demanding they push the right buttons on the register. Up in New England, it seems like the opposite. If I can make it past the bitchy, oblivious, sour-faced people in the aisles* and get to the counter or dressing room, I will be treated with respect and intelligence by people who take pride in their work, however minor.
Mainly uneventful day otherwise. Ciro made some very rough recordings of me singing songs that get stuck in his head (and by very rough I mean I miss a lot of chords and have to pause while I find the chords, and also that I'm not remotely warmed up and you can tell). It is nice to have me recorded. I like my higher registers much better through speakers than in my head, which I think is the opposite of how it is for most people.
* This is not to suggest there is a shortage of slack-jawed self-centered grotesques in Texas.
I ignore most North/South contrasts, but something I've noted which I suspect is linked to inadequate and limited sample data is that your average female stranger in the South will be very friendly when you pass them on the sidewalk, because it is inculturated that you must be courteous and hospitable to strangers. However, behind a retail counter, the same woman will be rude as hell and won't like how pushy you are for demanding they push the right buttons on the register. Up in New England, it seems like the opposite. If I can make it past the bitchy, oblivious, sour-faced people in the aisles* and get to the counter or dressing room, I will be treated with respect and intelligence by people who take pride in their work, however minor.
Mainly uneventful day otherwise. Ciro made some very rough recordings of me singing songs that get stuck in his head (and by very rough I mean I miss a lot of chords and have to pause while I find the chords, and also that I'm not remotely warmed up and you can tell). It is nice to have me recorded. I like my higher registers much better through speakers than in my head, which I think is the opposite of how it is for most people.
* This is not to suggest there is a shortage of slack-jawed self-centered grotesques in Texas.
