Jun 252014
 

So, here are a few video clips of Lucinda Williams playing at the Three Rivers Arts Fest that I took using my phone.  Again, like my picture, they’re very basic, but I hope they can give yinz an adequate idea of what the show was like.

I admit that I don’t know a lot her songs, but this one I do know.  I thought she did a pretty nice job with it.  If only her whole set had been as solid.

Sadly, “Drunken Angel” seemed to be more typical of her performance.  She seemed to be straining to get to some of the higher notes.  At 61, I’m afraid that’s she lost some of her vocal range.  It’s sad but it happens.  That, and she also sounded warbly, as in, a smidge tipsy.  But that’s just a hunch.

 These girls are:

  1. Dancing ironically to Lucinda Williams
  2. Really, really into her.
  3. Drunk.
  4. 1&3
  5. 2&3

I’m not 100% sure, but I’d wager that the answer involves alcohol.  Call it a hunch.

Jun 232014
 

 Writing 101’s 16th assignment challenges us to imagine what it would be like to work in place where one would manage lost or forgotten items.  Here goes.

“What is that?” I asked.

“A loaf of bread.  What do you think it is?” my coworker Jordy (short for Jordan, a name he hated) shot back.

“I know what it is, but what’s it doing here?”

Jordy shrugged, “We’re the University of Pittsburgh’s Lost and Found Office.  We’re where lost things go.”

“Yeah, but a duck?  Isn’t that something that the city’s Animal Control unit should be handling?  The University Police, at least?”

“It’s like I said, we’re where lost things go.  And he is a lost thing.”  Jordy’s powers of logic were astounding.  “Besides, he seems like a friendly enough guy.  And his quacking is oddly soothing, don’t you think?”

“I…, well, yeah he is entertaining, and I don’t mind the quacking.  And we have had worse things dropped off here.” (Don’t get me started about the blow up dolls.  Just don’t).  “I guess we can hang onto him until his owners come back to free him or when it’s time for him to fly south or something.  He won’t be around for long.”

“Good, it’s settled then!  I’ll go scrounge up some bread for him.  Try to think of a name for him while I’m out searching.”  And with that, Jordy made his way down the hall of our basement office as he began his quest.  I turned around to get a good look at this mysterious mallard and started reeling off names “Scrooge?  Daffy?  Oregon?”  This was gonna take a while.

Three years later, Huey (yeah, we know,  we know) Jordy and I still work at Pitt’s Lost and Found Office.  Well, Huey doesn’t work.  But he is good company, and the ladies love him.  As work families go, we’re doing pretty well.  Here’s to the next three.

May 012014
 

I’ve briefly mentioned the Yinzer accent, but for those of you who don’t know, seeing and hearing is believing.  Behold, it’s Pittsburgh Dad!

Now you begin to understand.  Now you begin to drink in the paher (power) and glory that is the Pittsburgh accent.  Them French ain’t got nohtin’ on when it comes ta accents ‘n ‘at!

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