Busey'd!

When I die, this is the picture I want at my service, in lieu of an open casket or a portrait of me. Thank you.

Also, I will be missing my show AGAIN this week. I have had the sinus infection that ate New York for three weeks, but am finally better. As my reward, a Nor'easter is dumping five to ten inches of snow on the mid-Atlantic I-95 corridor. I swear, once I am able to get to WVUD, I am there! In the meantime, the capable John will do my show (again) this week. I'll be on next week!

Dovedale by Moonlight

My mother went to Oberlin College and would go stare at this painting in their gallery whenever she felt blue.




It's by Joseph Wright of Derby and is now called "Dovedale by Moonlight," though it was once known by a different name, I believe.

It was painted in roughly 1784. Here is a write-up from Oberlin's Allen Memorial Art Museum website that tells more.


And here, with (out) all the majesty of a superior nocturnal landscape, is today's playlist.


Log for first part of October 21, 2010 show

Log for second part of October 21, 2010 show

The Cheddar Hut

I spent August 17th, 18th and 19th at the beach. Three friends and I drove to Ocean City, New Jersey and had a grand old time. Our hotel was plenty decent and the weather was grand, so we had pretty much everything we could hope for. Imagine our glee when we found that there was one more thing we could hope for, and it would be given to us, immediately. We realized we could hope for affordable and tasty culinary fare in a friendly atmosphere. The Chatter Box provided. I should also mention that everyone who works there (male, female, young, not-so-very-young) is kind of attractive. Additionally, they're all incredibly attentive. You can pretend you're on a date: a date with The Cheddar Hut. (You'll begin to call it that after a long day in the sun and a glass of pinot noir.)


And here, though you had no reason to believe it would ever be posted, is last Thursday's playlist:

Log for first part of August 23rd, 2007 show

Log for second part of August 23rd, 2007 show



Here is photographic evidence of my vacation. My companions in Ocean City (two witty women, one witty male) forgot their cameras and I forgot mine, so we decided to take a few important shots with cellphones and boardwalk photo booths.


Photo 1: We were informed by the liquor store owner that wine coolers were not only definitely in style, but they, in fact, never went out of style. I believe we each had one.














Photo 2: Collectors' items are all the rage on the boardwalk. Don't forget to pick up your $500 Ewok Stuffed Animal / Symbol of Poor Money Management. Squint at the sign. Honest to Pete, it says $500.



Photo 3: The aforementioned witty male and I squeezed into a photo booth and hammed for the camera.
Shot 1: Hey. We wear glasses.
Shot 2: Wait a sec, no we don't.
Shot 3: Now we're scared because we can't see anything.
Shot 4: When we ham like this, we annoy even ourselves.


I'll be on the air tomorrow morning. Catch you then.

And Curse Sir Walter Raleigh (with pictures)

I'm tired and I'm cranky and I've decided that this post is going to be a little bit whiney and a lot disjointed. I've also decided that I'm going to use every picture on my computer that I can find. Also, I'm tired.


By the way, don't read. God will punish you for it. (I just *told* you that I'm using every image. Don't get haughty. Of course I don't *really* believe that God will smite you for reading. But I do believe that we are made in his image and that we are, therefore, legos.)


Yesterday's show went fairly well. I played quite a few electronica songs, which isn't really like me. They were there, I liked them well enough, and I was tired and a bit cranky yesterday, too, so I wasn't going to go crazy looking for just the right song.

Here are playlists for my last TWO shows. I'd apologize for taking so long to post them, but I'm tired and cranky.

Log for first half of June 15th, 2006 show
Log for second half of June 15th, 2006 show


Log for first half of June 22nd, 2006 show
Log for second half of June 22nd, 2006 show


Now, back to the pictures. THIS is the disturbing image one sees sometimes when logging onto Yahoo! Mail. I refuse to post it in this blog, as I find it abhorrent. Feel free to click on the link to view it. I actually wrote them a complaint letter about the image, as it showed up for me EVERY DAY when I logged on, even though the pictures are supposed to appear in some sort of rotation. This picures makes me cranky.



This picture helps undo some of that crankiness. Remember when I showed you the Atlanta, Georgia panda hanging out next to his hammock before? Well, here he is again, IN the hammock, as seen on the Atlanta Panda Cam on June 14th, 2006. I don't know why watching this lazy bear sleep in a hammock pleases me so, but I'm glad he's there. He doesn't look cranky. That's nice. Here's another bear in a hammock that doesn't look cranky. My friend Ryan sent that link to me, knowing my penchant for all things bearish and hammocky.

This has been good for me. I've posted some pictures, I've scanned my playlists, I've nearly gotten over the trauma of a video that Ryan showed me on the internet [if you really want to see it and be traumatized, you'll have to ask. I'm not posting it...], and I believe I'm very nearly not cranky anymore.


In celebration of this fact, I give you this adorable picture of yours truly as a youngster, with my beloved dog, Devon. I think I was about 4 in the picture, so Devon was 4, as well. My Uncle Hu was probably asking me to hold her so that he could snap the picture (Devon wasn't much for standing still when there was romping to be done outside), and it appears that I am pulling her lips off while trying to subdue her. I promise you, though, that I loved that dog dearly and would never have (knowingly) pulled her lips off. Not even if I were very cranky.

An interesting thing about Devon was her incredible speed. That dog ran like the wind, and often. She routinely managed to escape from the house and would chase our car great distances before we noticed that she was behind us, on the road, running with the panicked fervor that only a dog who is desperately trying to catch her family can know. Once, the vet said that he wondered if she might have a little bit of Greyhound in her, as he'd heard tell of her speed and noticed that her hips were a bit high, much like the racing dogs'. We knew her to be primarily a German Shepherd and Black Labrador mix, but, thereafter, I boasted to anyone who met her that there was a very good chance that she was part Greyhound. Her nickname, given to her by my brother Andy and me as children, was "Devvie Doggie."