message in a moblog. (Especially since the airwaves have eaten this post once already, ahem.) Came for Elvis, stayed for The Police. His Stingness was ON all night, Andy Summers even cracked a smile by the last encore, and Stewart Copeland has clearly discovered the Fountain of Youth in a drumkit. Tried to sing along with the few fragments of songs that I knew ("just like the / old man from / the book by Nabokov"). I learned that, even after all these years, I will never be able to not smirk at hearing the lyrics to "King of Pain". But a great show ! Now if we can only make our way through the tangled skein of ramp closures and detour signs to get onto the freeway home...
Willoughby blooms
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July 25, 2008
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When the heat gets subtropical
(...and the talk gets so topical*)
The caladiums are happy in today's humid heat. I used to think that I didn't like caladiums. I'd seen them in too many desultory container plantings, where it seems that they could be swapped out with a fake fabric floral counterpart with no one the wiser. But a bargain-bin bag of a a dozen tubers came our way this spring, which I tucked in here and there in the north-facing shady garden. The spaethes are unfurling gracefully, some with a faint tinge of pink, and complement the minichromatic greens and white of this bed nicely. They might convincingly pretend to be a long-lost distant cousin of 'Jack Frost' brunnera, or of 'Beacon Silver' lamium.
*Gratuitous reference to a pair of lyrics from Elvis Costello's "Riot Act", on the occasion of hearing that he'll be opening for Sting [updated: The Police] in Milwaukee next week [updated: today (July 25)...and through serendipitous happenstance, I'll be in the audience].
