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Archive for December, 2011

Separated At Birth?

This fellow recently Tweeted something kind about me. We don’t know each other. But his Twitter avatar caught my eye:

Now we pan left from my writing desk, where sits this dude:

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Christopher Porterfield is Working

The other night driving home in the dark and the fat accumulating snow I found myself behind a small cavalcade of three cars moving with a tentative slowness that seemed less a reflection of the road conditions than an unfamiliarity with these particular backways. Then my headlights caught up with the rearmost vehicle and illuminated a guitar case and I figured I knew who it was and where they were heading. I turned off my way and let them go.

I will pick up that thread later.

Right now while I write alone I am listening to this:

Rest of the album here.

I’m not hip to all the inside stuff here, Comrade Plymouth as opposed to Conrad Plymouth, and whatnot. But I know Christopher Porterfield writes gorgeous stuff. This, for instance:

And the lyrics of this:

I don’t know, I need to be working on my book, so I’ll just post this and get back to it. But these songs… Makes me feel good that just up the snowy road Christopher Porterfield is working on new music. That was him and his crew I fell in behind the other night. Holed up now, and working it out. When it’s done, I’ll be ready.

Victory*

The red blur you see in the photo below (a screen shot, literally) is the snow plow mounted on the front of our truck. Regular readers will know that yesterday the snowplow quit working. Renowned for my mechanical aptitude I went through my entire arsenal of fixit tricks: Shutting the truck off and back on. Wiggling the joystick really hard. Pretending I didn’t care. Checking the truck fuses (abandoned when I couldn’t locate them). Removing the shield over the electric motor and staring at it. Checking all connections. Well, not all of them, just ones I could reach. Staring some more, this time with a cap-lift-head-scratch thrown in. Checking the hydraulic fluid (full, sadly, because I really thought I had something there). Sitting in the cab with a screwdriver and the heater running and removing the cap on the control module (not a hope of fixing or finding anything but it was warm in there and they were talking about the Packers on the radio).

Finally, after one more turn-off/turn-on and a last heartfelt stare, I resigned myself to figuring out how to chain the blade up and take it to the repair shop come Monday, and went inside to watch the Packer game.

Cut to pre-dawn this morning and walking past that truck I just couldn’t stand it. One more try, I thought to myself, thinking it not out of the question that an overnight interstellar disturbance might have joggled some critical electron into place. Climbed in the frozen cab, fired it up and hit the joystick. Nothing. But I couldn’t surrender the field that easily.

So I reached under the dash and … wiggled some wires.

She’s workin’ fine now.

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*File under “tenuous” and stay tuned.

Still Life With Logo

Snowed. Plow broke on final pass. Bad news, good timing. Was going to plow out neighbor, now he’s on his own. A relief for him no doubt since last time I “helped” him out, I got slightly off-track and de-sodded his lawn.

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