There is absolutely no point to my bitching about the weather here, as it appears that pretty much all of North America is socked in by the same system. Suffice it to say that after 10 days of continuous deep freeze, the cat is alternating between sleeping 23.5 hours per day and lashing out with claws extended when the cabin fever gets to her. The rest of us in the house are actually faring somewhat better.
After the horrendous week of white-knuckling along the black ice where there used to be roads, I am more than content to lay low and and to keep all my ventures strictly local. In fact, instead of putting in an appearance at two Christmas parties last night, we decided to forgo the party on the other side of the city, and to bundle ourselves up and walk the few blocks over to Urban Blonde's place, where she and her adorable family bludgeoned us senseless with libations and sparkling conversations and more food than I have ever seen before in one place, all of it incredible. I am still stuffed, and just a wee bit hungover.
And today, after a week of studiously ignoring the pound of butter sitting on the counter, waiting patiently to be transformed into shortbread, I finally donned my 50's housewife apron and pressed the family into service producing our annual batch of Subversive Shortbread.
Suffice it to say that there were a number of rock stars represented in butter and icing sugar, along with some impressive Jackson Pollack-like works of cookie art and a Jimi Hendrix repertoire. Pictures will be forthcoming tomorrow.
Also coming up will be those year-end best-of lists that I am way behind everybody else in the blogosphere in compiling. I am a poor excuse for a list junkie after all, evidently.
But Zombie, I hear you all gasping, why has there been no shameless self-promotion lately for us to enjoy?
Fear not, my lovelies, if you cast your eyes asunder to yon sidebar, you will notice that I have started putting links to the articles which I recently published. The most recent one, Jon-Rae Fletcher: he's got some folks out on the coast, was published in the December issue of BC Musician, back when they were going through restructuring so the pdf isn't available on their website at this point. I've just hosted the pages of my own article, but even so it seems to eat up a lot of my bandwidth, so if it's currently unavailable when you try to download it and for some incomprehensible reason you really want to read it, you can always drop me a line and I can send it to you.