Showing posts with label leeshure time of buddy don. Show all posts
Showing posts with label leeshure time of buddy don. Show all posts

Monday, July 30, 2007

acksidents of buddy don: oh no! the camra!


over the weekend i had a lil acksident that rilly hurt: we wuz a'gittin reddy to go out fer dinner with all three of the kids n thar partners n sum relativs visitin frum the czech republick when i notissd i needed to feed the fish ere we left. i had the camra on n spillt the fish food. so i putt the camra down on a tabull n gut reddy to clean up the spillt food when i herd a crash ye dont never wonta here, witch thats the sound made by the camra hittin the groun. hard. hard a nuff that thangs wuz broke n aint no thang on that camra that dont cost ye a purty penny.

we spent the furst part of the day yesterdy visitin b&h n gittin thangs fixed agin, witch the flash wuz killt ded ceptin thays a chants of reepair. the rest of the camra wuz a lil slow to git a'goin, but once it gut good n reebooted, it seems to be a'wurkin agin. twuz a bit of verr good luck that the lens dint git shatterd or broke no way.

by the way, the meal wuz on saturdy nite at vatan n twuz a verr nice evenin. me n miz bd wuz touched by how them kids had dun made thar own plans fer whut to do after eatin. we lack how they all git along so well ...

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Monday, April 23, 2007

weekends of buddy don: gardenin n that bb garden


twuz a beeyootifull weekend up in here with hi temps nigh onto 80 deegrees. i spent saturdy coverin a eevent of new york cares name of hands on new york, witch this is sumthin goodbank wonts thar employees to git involved in n turns into lots of fun. twuz nice spendin the day with tony, witch he is the 27 year ole feller that calls me dad. it tuck nearly 600 pitchers n have dun spent the hole mornin trine to git em all uploaded, witch i gut a ways to go yet. i mite call in a lil late on a counta of it.

after we wuz dun thar, we had lunch with jack n vaclav at odessa, a restrunt i bin a'goin to ever since i cum up to the city area over 20 year ago.

then on sundy me n miz bd replaced our dead monitor (how hard tiz to live without the net in the house! or i reckun we have gut spoilt), unloaded them pitchers to the hard drive, n then went to the brooklyn botanick garden, witch twuz beeyootifull to see sum of them cherry trees in bloom. i will lackly git them pitchers uploaded sos ye kin see em by tomorrows post.

but this mornin has been tuck by uploads, so i aint gut much more to say or show.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

late nites of buddy don: a eggsclusive eevent


i wuz up way later i am used to last nite on a counta i attended this eggsclusive eevent down in soho over on hudson street. twuz putt on by bof Research in Motion n Cingular Wireless or AT&T, whichever they is now.

twuz a massive geek fest with mayhap 4 men fer ever woman, geeks frum all races, free food n wine n a seeleckshun of free dranks includin dewars white label fer scotch, witch i tuck a shot of jack daniels in sted. twuz way too loud in thar on a counta thay wuz this infernull thumpin sound kinda musick that i dint much lack the furst time it cum round as disco, witch i dont know whut thar a'callin it these daze on a counta me bein completely out of it far as musick is cuncernd (i give up radio after twuz ruint by the tell a communicayshuns ack of 1996).

innywho, they had folks walkin roun talkin n such, witch twuz one of them scenes whar ye gut to shout jes to be herd, so i tuck my book (Hyperion by Dan Simmons -- eggzellent!) n my jack n ast sum folks did they mind ifn i sat at thar table. they dint so i did. i dint notice till twuz too late that they wuz a'wurkin at goodbank same as me, witch they woodnt have noticed ceptn we all gut name tags statin whar we wuz frum. as ye mite magine, goodbank is verr big, so twudnt atall unusual to meet folks ye handnt never seen frum the same cumpny.

the big attrackshun of the evenin wuz when they brung out tiki barber to publick speak at us n take sum questchuns, witch truble wuz them acoosticks wuz so bad in thar to whar ye couldnt hear nuthin he wuz sayin.

oh yeah, tuther thang they dun wuz give ever geek in the place, yers truly inclooded, one of thar newest blackburrs, the 8800, in a verr nice black box with a deep shine on it, witch i will half to use the blackburr at wurk (i woodnt wonta pay the munthly nut to run one of em) but miz bd kin have that thar box.

wurst of all wuz how it run till 10 pee em, witch i am generally long past fallin asleep by then.

i hope all yall have ye a good day. i am bout to take my new toy to wurk whar i kin show it off. twill make me the secunt person in our lil worl to have one, witch the furstn is the big boss.

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

leeshure time of buddy don: grate musick at bb king's


yeterdy evenin me n miz bd had tickets to see the john hammond quartet at bb king's blues club n grill, witch the mane reason we know innythang bout john hammond is on a counta miz bds bruther bein a huge fan. he writ miz bd a note lettin her know bout the eevent n tellin her how she orta git toot, witch she gut them tickets rite away ...



we walked down to 42nd street, whar thangs is always happenin, witch ye kin see thangs wuz jumpin outside that thar club ...



we wuz seated quick a nuff, but the food servus wuz the wurst we ever had. our ontrays dint git thar till tuther folks at our table had dun et thars, witch we had orderd furst. then whenever that food finely cum, twuz cold.

but that one negative wuz moren made up fer by the musick ... startin with john hammond, a blues master who kin do ye rite with his guitar pickin, whuther lectrick ...



acoostick ...



or slide ...



he could also blow a purty rightchuss harmonica ...



but whut we dint egg speck wuz how marcia ball wood blow everbidy away. i never herd such piano pickin in all my born days ...



n whut a band she had, startin with this kid n his magick telecaster ...



n this sax player ...



ye kin see the hole gallery of pitchers here (i fergut to turn sum of em rite side up!)

we couldnt stay fer the hole show, but ifn i ever git the chants to see marcia ball agin, i will stay till the wee small hours. aint never herd nuthin so amazin as her band n singin.

dont tell miz bd, but i dun been to the itunes store this mornin n will be skippin to wurk to her musick on 4 hours sleep.

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