Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to beautiful music from a composer I only found out about a year ago – he wrote both classical music and film music and excelled at both. I shan’t name him at this time since we’re most likely going to do a CD of his stuff at some point in the near future, rather than the far future, which is far and in the future, in case you were wondering, which, knowing you dear readers, I’m sure you were and hasn’t this just turned into one of those fancy-shmancy run-on sentences that seem to be all the rage these days so I’m happy to be part of that and to contribute and why shouldn’t I be as I’m a run-on kind of person who can go from thing to thing without so much as a comma or a semi-colon or even an entire colon let alone a period wait here comes one now in the nick of time. Whew! That was tirigin and also tiring. I also managed to watch a motion picture prior to listening to music, said motion picture tying into yesterday’s notes, The Fall of Facebook. Yes, I watched The Social Network. I’d seen it twice and enjoyed it and it was fun seeing it again in light of the cesspool that Facebook has become. And watching this film you know exactly who to blame for all of it. Jessie Eisenberg is frighteningly good as Mark Zuckerberg, and at least in the film he comes off as if he’s on the spectrum. That’s never been confirmed, but at least in the writing and playing it’s blatantly obvious. Hard to believe the film is eleven years old now. It’s scathing in its portrayal of Zuckerberg, and you can see where it’s all heading even way back then – all those seeds were being watered eleven years ago, and boy have they blossomed and bloomed into something truly reprehensible. The film is very well done, the actors are all very good, and it moves right along. One of the reasons I haven’t watched it in several years is because I made the mistake of watching the extras and they left a very bad taste in my mouth and taught me to never watch extras where we watch directors, writers, and cast go through stuff. David Fincher comes off as a complete dope, and Sorkin and Eisenberg don’t fare much better. Always best to let the art speak for itself, rather than pulling back the curtain on the process behind it. And now, I’m finishing up a beautiful violin concerto by the unnamed composer.
Yesterday was a weird little day, mostly because I awoke after about six hours of sleep, got on the computer, and instantly got a pop-up thing saying my Time Machine back-up had been renamed and therefore there were no back-ups and it needed to do one from scratch. It also warned that someone might be trying to do that, someone who somehow accessed my computer. So, I didn’t do the back-up but instead called Apple Support. The first gal tried her best, but she wasn’t a senior tech and so passed me onto a Time Machine expert. That lady was very nice and helpful. I was on the phone with her for about forty minutes. She was very thorough in making sure no one had accessed the computer – this she did by doing a Malware Bytes scan, which showed no issues at all with security or any bad stuff. Then we could see that the Time Machine name was not different but that no back-ups were there. She checked all kinds of things – settings, security things and everything looked okay. So, she began to think since the Airport/Time Machine unit is ten years old, that something glitched in it. That was the only thing that made sense to her. So, she told me to go ahead and start the back-up, which I did. That was at eleven-thirty and it still hasn’t finished, almost twelve hours later. And it seems to be backing up more than it needs to, as I’ve only used under 500 gigs of stuff, which leaves a like amount, but in one of the things we looked at it did look like it was going to try and back-up almost a terabyte, so maybe there was a back-up left somewhere and it’s trying to save all of it. I hope there’s enough room on it to hold two complete back-ups of the entire computer, if that’s what it’s trying to do. Because the amount it’s trying to back-up keeps going up. I don’t understand any of it, but if it hasn’t successfully completed, then I’ll call them again. I was hoping it would be finished by now, but I don’t think it’s anywhere near.
After that, I had to rush over to Vitello’s for lunch with Kay Cole. I had a chicken Caesar wrap – wasn’t quite as good as it was the last time, but it did the trick. It came with a few fries. We had a lot of fun catching up. She’d finished Some Days Are Murder and absolutely loved it. She loved Harry and Bernice, found the mystery intriguing, and the wrap-up surprising. So, that was nice to hear. We also talked about a couple of projects we might do next year.
After that, I went and picked up a package (someone returning a CD because they didn’t get what they ordered). I stopped at the bank to get some cash, then came home. I had to answer a lot of e-mails, which I did. Then I had some telephonic calls, then sat on my couch like so much fish and watched The Social Network.
Then I did a quick Gelson’s run and got some gefilte fish, since the Jewish New Year is coming up and I always feel I should make some attempt at eating something Jewish. The good thing about gefilte fish, which I’ve always liked, is the pieces are very low in calories – fifty per piece. I got a few other things, just to have stuff in the house. I came home and had two pieces of gefilte fish for my snack, and then some red licorice for my sweet. Oh, I also got a small container of creamy tomato soup from their soup bar and that was very light and good.
Then I began reading the new James Lapine book about Sunday in the Park with George. There’s not a lot of actual writing thus far, it’s mostly in the form of interviews. It’s interesting reading, but I would have preferred more personal writing. I’m only about thirty pages in, though, so we’ll see how it proceeds. And the rest you know.
Today, I have to be up by ten at the latest and we have a work session for the Kritzerland show at eleven, and one of our singers who can’t make her second rehearsal is coming today. After that, I think my work will be done for the weekend. I have two plays to read, and I’ll read more of the Lapine book, but I’m going to try and have a restful and relaxing long weekend. I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, I’ll eat something light but fun, and then I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, she of the Evil Eye comes bright and early, and I’ll go to Barry and Cindy Pearl’s home for breakfast, so that will be fun and a super easy way to pass the three hours before she of the Evil Eye leaves. But other than reading, I have no plans whatsoever. Sunday, I have a little work session with a singer whose act I’m directing, so that’s three hours of the day, but that’s it. And Monday is an all ME day. Then we have our first Kritzerland rehearsal on Tuesday, our second on Thursday, our stumble-through on Saturday, and then our show on Sunday.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by ten at the latest, have a work session, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, I’ll eat, I’ll read, and then I’ll watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player, and your DVD/Blu and Ray player? I’ll start – CD, some cast albums I haven’t heard in maybe twenty or thirty years. Blu-ray, something called AngelA, which I remember enjoying but don’t actually remember what it’s about. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping the Time Machine does its job and completes the back-up.