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[rejectomorph]

It very nearly came down to me turning on the air conditioner today. There's a humid haze making a white halo for the sun, and the air seems so thick that it feels as though the ground itself is sweating. The feral kittens are practically comatose, draped over the chaise lounge, which can't be a very comfortable place because it has plastic upholstery. I'll want nothing to do with the outdoors until it's no hotter out there as it is in here, which is currently eighty degrees. It must still be ninety outside.

All I had for dinner was a tuna sandwich (not a tuna fish sandwich, mind you, as, to my knowledge, there is no such thing a non-fish variety of tuna, at least in English, and the redundancy irritates me) because I didn't want to ignite so much as a single burner on the stove. Maybe I'll fry a potato later.

The front lawn is turning a bit green, but despite all the water I've poured on it over the last few days the back lawn remains a dismal, thatchy brown. I wonder if all the gopher tunnels in the front lawn are actually taking water to the lawn's roots? Maybe instead of trying to rid the front yard of gophers I ought to try to get a few of them to move into the back yard.

I've been in an eighties mood all afternoon.

There, there. The The, Hear, hear!

I like the Hopperesque quality of the early scene with the window.

Comments

[rejectomorph]

When I first moved to Butte County in 1986, there was an independently-owned local radio station (since swallowed by a big radio conglomerate, alas) with a stable of DJs who had adventurous and eclectic tastes.

They played all the most popular bands, but several of them were also fans of rather obscure English (and other) bands, so I heard quite a bit of Chris Rea, Prefab Sprout, and Aztec Camera. I don't think any of those performers got much airplay in most of the U.S., but here we heard them daily.

I miss the old KFMF. I was surprised to find it when I moved here, as it put the stations in Los Angeles to shame. Now it sounds just like them, because its programming originates from the same corporate headquarters studio. All the local engineers have to do is cue up a few local ads and weather reports to roll at the pre-selected moments. Broadcast radio is really the pits these days.

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

here near dc, we had WHFS, a fabulous station that was independently owned. it was shocking what happened -- the owner sold it, not telling the guys doing the on-air noon show, which suddenly in mid-show switched to El Zol, 24-hour spanish-language programming. everyone was stunned. it was a serious loss. i don't listen to anything but classical on the radio now, or news.

[rejectomorph]

That sort of sudden, unannounced change has never been rare in the radio business. I've had friends in radio who found themselves jobless only on arriving at work.

I've given up listening to broadcast radio altogether, except when there's a local emergency of some sort. The last time I had my radio on was three years ago when we had the forest fires and had to evacuate this side of town. For music I've got CDs and Internets and, once in a while, television, and my news comes from the newspaper or Internet or, rarely, television.