January 25th, 2011

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hovering over gentler territory

I won a nice game of on-line postal chess at Schemingmind.com. Playing white, I achieved one of those Stonewall Attack favorable positions in which everything is completely blockaded, except for an unstoppable attack on the black king. I play at Scheming Mind under my real name, which is really a very nifty handle to use.

I heard from a netlabel that a compilation on which one of my songs will appear is about to be released. I went to the "album page" for the release, as part of a preview process. I found a minor typographic error in the mp3 track identification information, but the thing that interested me the most was giving the song a new listen.
It's a quiet, melodic song. I find more and more that my music hovers over gentler territory.

Work will be very busy this week, but I still hope to go to the local Audubon Society meeting tonight. The speaker's presentation will be "birds of the Panama Canal zone". I've been reading a booklet about the Texas state parks. I want to visit many of those parks. I'm amused by the south Texas ones that offer alligators. I like the one which is filled with little palmetto plants. This week, though, I will be content to get my work done.
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through the looking glass

Tonight I went to the Prairie and Timbers Audubon Society meeting. The bird identification lesson was on woodland birds. Some I know well-chickadee, tufted titmouse. A few I love when I see--ruby-crowned kinglet. One was the familiar yellow-rumped warbler. Yet I find that I am imperfect about wren identification, and unsound about catbirds, despite being familiar with their seats. I have much to learn.

A fellow named Moore, who is a professor at Southeastern Oklahoma State University, spoke on birds he saw in the Panama Canal Zone last March. Although I love seeing pictures of mot mot and kiskadee, the exercise did not make me long to go to Panama so much as make me want to know my local birds better. Why tangle with all those odd flycatchers, when I have so much to learn here at home?

During the very good talk, the speaker suddenly noticed there was a large raccoon just outside the huge window at the back of the meeting room. I got a quick glimpse of him. I wonder what he was thinking, sitting in the dark, foraging while a speech was on the other side of the glass.