Here’s an old friend of mine hanging out with some kinky guy. Actually, she’s taking Ray Davies to a recording studio. The first single she ever purchased was the Kinks’ You Really Got Me at a store we used to frequent a LONG time ago.
My friend is having a birthday today. I’d wish her a happy birthday, but she doesn’t believe in this blog thing. Heck, happy birthday anyway, SL!
The guy has a new album out that he recorded in said studio, called Other People’s Lives. I haven’t heard it yet but look forward to it.
Censorship Exhibit at Albany Public Library. The exhibit will be in the display cases on the first and second floor of the main library during the month of March. Even if you live outside the area, you may be interested in information from the sponsoring group, the Long Island Coalition Against Censorship.
Friend Sarah, who, not so incidentally, has started her own blog also writes: “We have created a page called Voices of Remembering to allow people to “hear” about The Remembering Site. We would love to have your voice recorded and then placed at therememberingsite.org/voices.htm for the world to hear in your words what you think of The Remembering Site or what you think about capturing life memories. “I would be so appreciative if you could take some time from your busy day to record up to a minute (or longer, if needed) audio clip of your voice or perhaps you and your S.O.’s voice and then send it to me in an MP3 file. Anything goes – humor, seriousness, what it means to you, what the experience was like for you, how you plan to do it someday, the importance of sharing family memories, an encouraging word, etc.” Here’s the thing: I’d love to do it, but I DON’T KNOW HOW. Any of my more adept chums have a way to explain this to me so even I will understand it?
Unshelved, a comic strip about libraries and librarians by Bill Barnes and Gene Ambaum. The strips for March 6-9 are about blogging.
Finally, Mark Evanier notes a website to all of those Treasury comics. While I sold much of my comic collection in the mid-1990s, I managed to hang onto some of these. It’s enough to me to want to go up to the attic and pull out the comic pictured.