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Txt a2m1

It seems text-message shorthand sorely vexes the French. Well, some of them, anyway:

"Look at what text-messaging is doing to the French language," lamented President Nicolas Sarkozy in February. "If we let things go, in a few years we will have trouble understanding each other." Most secondary-school pupils have their own mobile telephones, and they use an abbreviated phonetic language to communicate. A2M1, for instance, means à demain, or "see you tomorrow." JTM is je t'aime (I love you). Or try: Ta HT 1 KDO? (T'as acheté un cadeau?, or have you bought a present?).

828th CD

Apparently I haven't come very far in 20 years: I just bought John Lennon's Double Fantasy, which is about as classical as you can get without Neville Marriner.

First CD

Minor, little anniversary: twenty years ago today, I bought my first CD, a copy of Mozart's Mass in C-Major K317 performed by the Bavarian Radio Chorus under Eugen Jochum.

Kind of a silly thing to remember, I guess.

For those keeping score at home, here were the subsequent nine:

  1. Mozart, Requiem K626: Academy of Ancient Music, Hogwood
  2. Mozart, Mass in c-minor K427: Berlin Philharmonic, Karajan
  3. Berlioz, Symphonie Fantastique: Chicago Symphony, Solti
  4. Fauré, Requiem: Atlanta Symphony, Shaw
  5. Händel, Messiah: Chicago Symphony, Solti
  6. The Beatles: Beatles for Sale
  7. The Beatles: Abbey Road
  8. Les Miserables, London cast
  9. Mozart, Symphonies #40 and #41: Vienna Philharmonic, Karajan

So, yes, 20 years ago I was a classical nerd. I still am, but I've expanded my tastes. A little. The last ten CDs I've bought were:

  1. Joan Osborne, Pretty Little Stranger
  2. Glen Hansard/Marketa Irglova, Once
  3. Glen Hansard, The Swell Season
  4. The Frames, The Cost
  5. Kate Rusby, Underneath the Stars
  6. Gemma Hayes, Night On My Side
  7. Badly Drawn Boy, The Hour of Bewilderbeast
  8. Joan Osborne, Breakfast in Bed
  9. Robert Plant/Alison Krause, Raising Sand
  10. The Corrs, Talk On Corners

OK, so my tastes are still a little unusual, and I tend to scoop up entire ouvres when I find someone I like.

Also, just when you thought I couldn't possibly provide more useless information about myself, I plan to put my CD catalog online at some point, as part of a larger project that would actually be a commercial R&D effort. The CD catalog will be an example, not the app itself. So, stay tuned.

Best. BBQ. Ever.

Hat tip to reader TC for the story about last night's unexpected barbeque of 22.6 tonnes of beef ribs on I-80 outside Chicago:

The semi-trailer truck was headed east on I-80 about 12:30 a.m. Wednesday and was exiting onto southbound Interstate Highway 294 when a fire started in the braking system, igniting a blaze that consumed the entire trailer, said Master Sgt. David Bird of the Illinois State Police. The driver escaped without injury. The trailer was loaded with about 50,000 pounds of beef ribs, Bird said. He could not say what cut of ribs they were, but added, "There was no sauce."

Now, make them baby-back pork ribs and throw on some KC Masterpiece, and I'd still be eating.

What a nice day

I'm not usually personal in this blog, but a combination of things have occurred over the past 24 hours that feel pretty good.

First, my apartment is done. Done, done, done. The last door was hung on the last doorframe, the last stick of furniture found a good home for itself, the last drop of paint splatted on the wall. Done.

Second—and this is, I'm not kidding, front-page news in Chicago—the temperature hit 21°C today for the first time in six months (it was 27°C on October 21st).

And finally, I believe I've broken a logjam (passed a kidney stone? sailed around the Horn?) at my office.

I will celebrate with beer, a book, and fresh air this evening.