Slipjig at the Malt House

 

Today I worked from home, and at first my work computer wouldn't start - it would just smile at me.

I thought, "Oh no, is this going to be a reprise of yesterday?" but by the end of the day all the knots from yesterday were untangled. After work I went to Adoration, then I met Travalon at the Malt House to hear a band called Slipjig. Daithi was in the band, as he seems to be in every band, like Currach (another Irish band that we go listen to at Alt Brew) and Yid Vicious, a klezmer band. However, at the break I was talking to the mandolin player who had been to my left at the Irish session on Sunday (the older one, not the critical young hot one), and Daithi came over and said he was substituting for someone else. He seemed to know who I was, except that he thought I was an Irish teacher, so I had to admit that no, I am merely a student of the language. I'm starting to feel like Daithi is our local equivalent of that horn player Travalon and I saw in New Orleans years ago, where we saw three different bands on three different nights, and he was in every single one.

My cuddly rosary is so red, I noticed for the first time today that it seems to glow in the sun. And that usually means a thing will glow under blacklight. I hadn't thought of it in all these years, because usually neon colors like pink and orange and lime green glow, but red can too. Check it out!

And this photo doesn't even do justice to how beautiful the red wool looks under the blacklight.

The Professor Formerly Known as Lute Player had sent me an article about how a town in Germany that shares my married name is not allowed to use their slogan "I Love Wank" by the Ski Federation because while the word in German just means a slope or a bend in a river, it means self-pleasuring in British English. She said this is an example of the Scunthorpe Problem, where innocuous words can be banned by computer programs, because the name of the town in England contains a vile word for female genitalia. Apparently some computer programs will replace offensive words with less offensive ones, so for example one program replaced the word "ass" with the word "butt." Not sure why that is an improvement, but it did result in this wondrous word for the killing of an important personage: buttbuttination. I love that it is completely pronounceable. 

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