Just back from meeting up with the Bond girl for dinner at La Laiterie. Slightly celebratory because I’ve just accepted a new position (and completed negotiations….even those in the land of books and shiny new databases must negotiate) at my current shop and I couldn’t be happier (or more excited. I’d say slightly terrified, but that would not be completely accurate. My new title is longish. It will definitely be challenging, but I’m looking forward to it). My boss asked if I had a minute to talk today, and I joking pushed my expense report from IFLA forward for him to sign. His response (laughing): NO MORE NEGOTIATING. We are done. Heh. Once you start, it is difficult to turn it off. At least for me.
Back to regular programming: You’d think since I get the same thing from their small plates list every time I go (seared naturally raised chicken livers w/stack of handcut crispy onion rings, it’s actually quite a vision too), I would have taken a photo of it by now. Next time. Also had an awesome salad of Rhode Island lettuces, toasted pecans, chevre and baked peaches. They do these “flights of fancy” wine pours (3 two ounce pours). I gave myself a funny by ordering the “White Flight” with a straight face. (I also once ordered my White Russians as “Caucasians” after seeing the Big Lebowski.) The white flight had an Albarino, French Chardonnay and a Cali Sauvignon Blanc. Bond girl had the “Rhone Flight”, heirloom tomato stack, and a black mission fig and grilled cheese.
Kookaburra – Experienced a slice of radio heaven on the way to dinner tonight. WERS (Emerson College radio) played Vanderslice’s Kookaburra song, the Decemberists’ We Both Go Down Together, and a Juliana Hatfield song I hadn’t heard before. I’ll probably end up picking that up since I’ve been a fan since the Blake Babies. It sounds like she’s finally lost the baby voice. So, I bought John Vanderslice’s new cd before my trip and I absolutely love it. He’s just begun his US tour, and he’ll be playing the Middle East (with Bishop Allen) at the end of this month. I’ll certainly be ready for a live music fix in a few weeks’ time. He’s also playing the Blind Pig in A² in early October. Go see him. Very indie, very troubadour, catchy tunes. I think he sounds somewhere between a Decemberist (love) and Bright Eyes (without being as annoying). And his lyrics are tight. Check out the live video for Kookaburra. Digging it. Free download of his White Dove single. When I was a kid, I my dad or mom used to sing me this song about Kookabears. Or, so I thought until hearing the song on the radio tonight. It’s
Kookaburra sitting in the old
oakgum treeEating all the gumdrops he can see
Laugh Kookaburra, Laugh Kookaburra …
So, yes now that I know that the song is about a bird and not a bear, it really doesn’t make sense that a bear would be sitting up in a tree laughing. But I’ll always remember the song fondly and the fact that I was told I had Kookabear toes. Have to get to Australia one day soon to hear the call of this bird. I’m headed to Baltimore for the weekend tomorrow for the Sox game (no I’m not much for baseball, but Baltimore’s a cool slice of grit and how often to I get to do a road trip with fellow shushers?). Should be fun. I’ve been invited to crash the Bond girl’s (w/her mister and their cool posse) Vermont weekend in the woods next week and will hopefully get my first crack at playing Scotland Yard. Will have to pack the lone surviving bottle of Amarula for the occasion. Nite…
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