Becca's Blog

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As of today, I'm legally married in Canada and New York, and I think Massachusetts. If not, I could probably sue for legal recognition of my Canadian marriage there, and likewise in California--until November that is, when my great state's voters could quite possibly say I can't marry, never could, never will. Everywhere else in the country and in the view of my country, I am not married. I think I need a spreadsheet to keep track.

One does not live by knitting podcasts alone.

Here's a smattering of the podcasts I've been stuffing my MP3 player with:

KUT's Radio Without Borders
The Unbearables and Shotgun Party are a couple of bands that I wanted to check out after hearing them on this podcast. Emphasizes Austin-based bands, but not exclusively. Most tracks are from live sessions at the radio station.

KEXP's Music that Matters
I'm almost cool enough for this Seattle station's indie rock podcast.

All Songs Considered
The host is one of those music dork blowhards with typical boomer chauvinism for the good old days, but the guest DJ episodes are way cool. The latest episode, with T-Bone Burnett, is awesome. I'm now going to download every song he played (except Bob Dylan, gah), and probably then hustle to the record store for that Alison Krauss/Robert Plant album. Pounding Sand, was it? ;-]

KCRW's Good Food
I've been an Evan Kleiman fan since the '80s, but I never knew what a media star she was until I discovered this show. Listening to this podcast about food trends, cooking, and LA restaurants keeps me from dwelling on the Sisyphean nature of housecleaning and yard work as I'm doing them--so it's really a form of suicide prevention. Heaven help me, I even like the farmer's market report.

These are all public radio shows--KCRW.com has a bunch of other great ones, too--and I also listen to Fresh Air and This American Life as podcasts. (Suzie, I'm going to write a check to KQED before the weekend is over.)

Yeah, I know nobody cares what I had for lunch, but

here's what I had for lunch:
hummus and sprouts on a whole-wheat pita with a little crumbled feta. Doesn't that just scream "dyke of a certain age"?

And in my informal taste comparo of Trader Joe's eggplant hummus vs Athenos black olive, the black olive won (slightly more piquant and less salty, but higher in fat and calories--oh well).

I snorked out loud.

If you watch The L-Word, you must go here.

Little twin sweaters.

This evening I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of the very young ladies for whom I knit these sweaters. They are two weeks old today, so have a while to grow into their sweaters.  And they're darling (the girls, I mean).

Wooty woot woot.

On tap for next month:
REM concert on June 1.
True Colors Tour on June 29.

That eats up most of my "economic stimulus rebate," but it is money damn well spent. A good antidote to the persistent low-level sadness about Orange Boy's and Josie's failing health, and good incentive to keep the chin up during this month's deadline insanity.