May 29, 2007
Oh, yes-- the blog endures abides, dude.
Whoops, almost forgot that I have a website over the last few days! Our transition into the Pacific Northwest's semi-dry season finally seems to be settling in, and with luck non-rainy days should outnumber the wet ones for the next four months or so. The garden is rampant, with a hopeless abundance of greens surging forth; despite our valiant efforts it's too much to keep up with, consumption-wise. Anyone out there want some fresh, vibrant organic greens? If so, you have the GPS coordinates.
Just six weeks to go before the Oregon Country Fair, the only remaining crafty-type show on my yearly calendar. I've vowed that there will be no stressful last-minute rush to prepare stock for the Fair this year, so now's the time to get ahead of the production curve. The next few weeks will see a lot of nitty-gritty studio time, so if anyone has suggestions for the production list just give a holler and we can probably squeeze it in. My best work always seems to appear while I'm busy with other things-- industry begets industry. Wasn't it J. Lennon who said that "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans?" Kinda like that.
Longer entry coming within a day or two... garlic spears are now in season, and just wait 'til I get a chance to rhapsodize on those garlic spears with Mornay Sauce that we had a couple of days ago...!
--r.
Posted by Romy
10:29 PM PST
May 25, 2007
Slow week
Not much has appeared here over the past week; perhaps after this Memorial Day weekend we'll find some new inspiration. I did finally have the nerve to open the music-notation software today and had planned to post a sample or two of some early fingering-chart experiments, but that's not going to happen: I'm too angry right now. That is, the inevitable learning curve has me so exasperated at the moment that it's just not worth the effort to try posting anything yet... so, onward to other things for now.
Portland is currently convulsed by an absurdly hyperbolic level of sports-related hype: the Trail Blazers basketball team beat the odds and won the first pick in the NBA draft lottery, which in a one-team town like this one is a Very Big Deal. Thing is, Seattle has the #2 pick-- and given the Trail Blazers' track record I'm confident that they'll find some way to screw this up!
Whichever of the two top prospects the Blazers end up choosing, it'll end up being the wrong choice for SOME reason: some unforeseen injury, pestilence, lightning strike, attitude problem, or who knows what is sure to plague Portland's pick. Unfortunately, this means that the Seattle Supersonics, just up the road, will spend the next decade or two gloating and taunting poor, long-suffering Portland!
After all, curses are curses-- a #1 draft pick means very little in the face of cruel fate, not when Portland is involved. Perhaps a bit later I'll dig up a couple of samples of the amazingly bloated hype floating around the local media and you'll see what I mean about the overkill... actually, this column appeared in the paper today and sounds a rare cautionary note about the potential for the Curse to ruin that magical #1 pick. --r.
Posted by Romy
01:02 PM PST
May 24, 2007
Notation note
OK, I downloaded some music notation software yesterday, and perhaps will even muster enough nerve soon to actually open it and get started figuring it out. That means that we'll probably have some fingering-chart material appearing presently, and we'll also start to compile some basic bamboo flute music in standard-notation form.
At first, let's simply ignore the transposition issues raised by the myriad keys in which my flutes are made and just go with the time-honored "Six fingers = D" convention. Later on we might tackle the job of writing music specifically for a few of the most popular flute keys, but first things first. Accordingly, tonight we'll pop a red and a bennie and open that program! --r.
Posted by Romy
01:26 PM PST
May 21, 2007
What it is
[We promised not to discuss food or cooking today, so I can't write about the wonderful meals we had this past weekend. However, text in brackets doesn't offically count as part of the entry, so we can at least mention that the fish tacos with cilantro pesto on Saturday, and the chicken with tarragon/wine cream sauce on Sunday, were absolutely sublime! More on that after the food ban has lapsed...]
(Ahem) Flutes. That's why we're here: to discuss flutes with a single-minded seriousness of purpose.
So here's a picture of a new one, another B minor alto; for some reason that key has popped up a lot lately. This one has an ebony lip plate and is another winner; that photo doesn't show much detail, since it's one of the stylized, radically backlit shots of which I've become inordinately fond. More detailed shots of this one coming up soon. (Here)
As we've discussed in the past, these minor-scale flutes are perfectly capable of playing in major keys. The relative major of B minor is of course D major, so this Bm alto also plays fluently in Dmaj-- the "default key" of Irish/Celtic style flutes. Again, untold thousands of D Major flutes are made every year in order to accomodate the I/C market, and plenty of flutemakers spend entire careers making virtually nothing else. The I/C market is huge by alternative-flute standards and ultra-ripe for commercial exploitation-- "alternative" meaning any kind of flute other than a modern orchestral Boehm type. So of course I generally avoid the genre, preferring to make quirkier instruments which are a much harder sell.
Why? Because my life is too easy in most existential respects; there's always been enough food on the table and so on. It's important to have some struggles in life in order to build character and deflect bad karma (knock on bamboo), so I choose to do so via this absurdly impractical excuse for a profession.
OK, enough of that... what we're getting around to is this: there's absolutely no reason that an Irish/Celtic flutist couldn't play traditional music on a minor-scale flute, and a B minor flute would be ideal in that regard. However, most traditional players are inalienably wedded to their traditional instruments, and it'd be very difficult to find an accomplished I/C player who would take the time to transfer his technique to a minor-scale flute...
Hmmm, I'm getting a strong feeling of deja vu all over again... didn't I write about this very subject not too long ago? Anyway, I'd contend that a B minor flute might very well open up exciting new possibilities for an open-minded I/C player; completely different licks would suggest themselves, and the ability to dip below the tonic D on the bottom end and resolve upward would be advantageous as well. Also, the alternative possibilities for minor-key I/C tunes might be even more interesting than those in a major key.
A logical thing to do would be for ME to start learning the I/C flute style and lead by example; perhaps I'll get around to that in the next few decades. However, dismissive comments about demented-leprechaun music have appeared here frequently, since I/C music is one of the least interesting genres on the planet as far as I'm concerned. (How can those dudes stand to play those endlessly repeating loops of prefabricated licks? Give me the freedom and spontaneity of jazz any day.)
No offense, I/C lovers: after all, it takes all kinds. This aversion is probably genetically based, since I'm mostly Irish by blood and tend to rebel against tribalism in all its forms, since it's often such a divisive and toxic force in this world. In my case an instinctive resistance to tribal triumphalism extends clear to the bone-- actually, to the DNA.
After all, Irish food is questionable too-- although I'll admit that the beer is good. When it comes to beer, my tastes are very catholic. (Note the lowercase C on "catholic" there, mates-- we don't want to be forced to live on a particular side of town on that basis.) --r.
Posted by Romy
01:24 PM PST
May 18, 2007
Grab bag
All right, we seem to be in the clear with the escolar described yesterday; no ill effects. It occurred to me that escolar would be ideal for use in fish tacos since it's so moist and flavorful, and not very sensitive to overcooking. Also, what with the multiple ingredients in tacos only a relatively small amount of fish is needed, which is perfect for escolar since large portions aren't prudent. Of course, breading and deep-frying the fish isn't an option: what an abominably American corruption! The fish will be cubed and quickly pan-seared, of course.
So it's fish tacos this weekend; I'm also planning to make a batch of cilantro pesto since we have tons of it in the garden right now. Mmmmmm, cilantro pesto! Great stuff, wonderful with all sorts of Mexican-style foods, eggs, and even pasta in the right context... my own secret recipe contains toasted pumpkin seeds and chipotle peppers, as well as garlic, olive oil, salt and the cilantro.
Have you noticed how trendy chipotle peppers have gotten in the last few years? Although I've been using them since at least 1980, at that time hardly anyone in the USA had ever heard of them. Now they're everywhere, it seems-- egad, there's even a chain of corporate-mex restaurants named after them! Hmmmm.... the chain was founded in '93, which makes it older than I thought. However, its massive nationwide expansion happened much later.
Chipotles are actually dried and smoked jalapenos, and the smoking gives wonderful depth to their flavor. But enough about that! After all, we have tarragon in the garden, too:
"This herb when fresh is one of the luxuries of cooking."
--The Joy of Cooking on tarragon
I still fondly remember the recipe for "Chicken Tarragon with Wine" from the paperback copy of "Joy" which I bought as my first cookbook, 'way back in the dark years of *shudder* the 1970s. Although I almost never purchase and cook chicken these days, might have to whip up a batch of Chicken Tarragon soon just for old times' sake, since the garden tarragon is now at its peak. I could probably still make the stuff in my sleep; it's merely a cream sauce enriched with white wine and tarragon plus a few of the other usual-suspect ingredients in that context.
Actually, I can't remember the last time I followed a recipe to the letter. Far as I'm concerned recipes are mere suggestions, rough outlines-- and some aspect of almost any recipe is ripe for improvement, or at least embellishment on the suggested theme. I'm proud of having internalized the basic structure of enough ethnic cuisines that I could whip up several different menus apiece of passable Japanese, Chinese, Mexican, French, Italian, Indian, or Thai food on the spot without even glancing at a cookbook! Still struggling with Canadian, though.
Egad: we honestly intended to write something about flutes today, but look at the time! Might return in a few hours to do so, but at the very least here's a pledge: Neither of our next two entries will mention vegetables, fish, or any other foods whatsoever. (With the possible exception of bamboo shoots.)
[Later] OMG, did you follow that "Canadian" food link?
The menu is basically Chinese-Canadian style or also called the North American "Chop Suey Style" but we also carry authentic Cantonese and hot and spicy Szechuan dishes. As well we do carry some continental item or what we call "Canadian food" like burgers, fries, fish & chips etc... There are "quick menu combos" designed to get you out in a hurry. (Boldface mine)
--"Designed to get you out in a hurry!" Mmmmm, I can hardly wait... to leave.
--r.
Posted by Romy
12:13 PM PST
May 17, 2007
Fishy entry
There's been plenty of vegetable bloggery around here in the past few weeks, so we'll lay off the veggies for a while, at least until the warm-weather varieties start producing in the garden. Instead, let's have us a fisshhy entry, Precioussss!
Even in mostly-vegetarian years -- can't completely escape those veggies -- I've harbored a weakness for seafood, including vegetables of the sea as well as sea-beasties. (In fact, I even sampled cetaceans and pinnipeds back in the old Alaska days, but don't tell anyone about that.)
Still, it's primarily the fishy sea-critters that have landed on the platter. Ahhhh, for the fishfood of my youth: that wild-caught mountain trout pulled from an icy Alaskan stream and tossed into the pan within ten minutes; the crimson, buttery king salmon, the Arctic grayling and char, even the noble Northern Pike... indeed, vibrantly fresh fish is taken for granted in rural Alaska, and the sportfishing is of course incomparable.
Although I've yet to taste a salmon or trout here in the Lower 48 which even remotely compares to the best of Alaska, other fishy options do exist. There's a respectable yet reasonably-priced sushi bar about three blocks from the Complex and I head over there at least once a week, usually for lunch. (Hmmm... getting hungry now... it's 11:51, which is exactly when they put out the widest, freshest lunch selection...) OK, that's that: this entry will be continued after a lunchtime fish-fix.
[Later] Ahhh, there we go. What got us started on the fishies was this: Escolar. While rummaging around in an Asian grocery a couple of weeks ago, looking for new and interesting things, I spotted some large, ivory-fleshed fish steaks in the freezer, at around $3.50 a pound; the label read "escolar," which I'd never heard of. These look nice, I thought, And it'd be hard to go too far wrong at that price. I bought a good-sized steak, and tossed it into the freezer at home.
For some intuitive reason, I did a search-engine check of this fish the next day, and lo: it's a very controversial fishie indeed!
Without delving too deeply into either the ichthyological or the icky details, this particular fish species is very high in certain undigestible oils, and when eaten in excessive quantity -- or even in small quantities by highly susceptible persons -- it can cause very messy and unpleasant gastrointestinal consequences!
Now that information was a bit off-putting, so only yesterday did I finally decide to give it a go. Those who suffer no ill effects tend to praise escolar to the heavens as the most delicious fish ever, so the temptation was irresistable. Fried up a small piece, and boy-- it is good! Rich, flavorful and buttery, yet mild and light-seeming.
--And--? The lavatory lab reports no unpleasant reaction, so next time I'll venture to eat a bit more. This may be my new favorite fish if things work out, and if so it'll be a great variety for the summertime grill. The slight element of danger only adds to its appeal, and that's probably what holds the price down, too. So, all of you fish fanciers out there:
WE DON'T RECOMMEND EATING ESCOLAR, SINCE IT MAY KILL YOU.
Getting back to that lunchtime sushi bar: it features rotating daily specials, and one item that's made a regular appearance for years is "super-white tuna." When it's the featured daily special, you can get three pieces as nigiri for only $1.75-- nigiri being the familiar piece-of-fish-resting-on-small-block-of-rice form. Although it was delicious, the actual identity of this "superwhite tuna" was a mystery; I hadn't heard of such a fish until seeing it there, and once conversed with the sushi chef:
"What exactly is the superwhite tuna?"
"It's, ah, superwhite tuna," he replied.
"Yes, but exactly what kind of fish is a "superwhite tuna?"
(more confusion ensues) "Ahhhhhh.... super....white.... t-t-t...."
Of course, there was a slight language barrier, and although he couldn't really have been expected to rattle off genus and species (Lepidocybium flavobrunneum), I was pretty sure that there wasn't any such fish called a Super White Tuna-- at least not in anything but fishmongers' marketing parlance.
You've probably guessed what's coming next: yep, recent research reveals that this super-white tuna is actually escolar, so I've already been eating it in sushi form for quite some time. It's interesting that many sushi bars serve this so freely, given the widely-publicized problems with this fish, and doubly interesting that they do so under the somewhat obfuscatory term "super-white tuna." Hmmmm. Not to complain, since I'm one of the lucky ones with an iron digestion...
Last-moment fish/flute tie-in: remember mirliton flutes? A material sometimes used as the vibrating membrane on these flutes is called "fish skin," although it isn't actually made from fish skin. Just another mystery of life... --r.
Posted by Romy
11:53 AM PST
May 16, 2007
Go for it, Dude
It's amazing what appears in a major online forum about flutemaking-- which shall remain nameless here. People regularly show up to announce that they intend to take the flutemaking world by storm, and produce the most brilliantly innovative instruments yet seen by humankind-- only to follow that with a few jaw-droppingly naive and clueless comments and/or questions.
This syndrome of complete ignorance combined with supreme confidence seems to be a growing phenomenon of modern life-- perhaps clueless loudmouths merely have a much easier time broadcasting their delusions nowadays, thanks to modern communications.
I for one ascribe it largely to the trickle-down theory. After all, just look at the pundits, politicians, preachers, and swarms of other egocentric, pompous and perniciously influential know-nothing blowhards currently running this country into the subsoil: some downward oozing of self-satisfied, ill-advised confidence from these contemporary snake-oil salesmen is bound to occur-- and come to think of it, that's about the only sphere in which the trickle-down theory actually works to a significant extent!
"I just started making flutes and intend to do it professionally to earn my livelihood. But there is a big problem: I'm not familiar with intonation. And what is a flute worth without an adequate tune?"
--The above is an extremely mild, understated and humble example which showed up recently... I should have been compiling the more outrageous ones for a long time now.
--r.
Posted by Romy
12:24 PM PST
May 15, 2007
Just added a few more photos to the last Personal Pictures gallery page. There's a bit of explanatory text on each of the new shots, but much more should be written about the circumstances surrounding the pictures, and I'll get to that a bit later.
Sasabe, Arizona: Intriguingly sleepy little hamlet right on the Mexican border, and I was dying to cross over at that point. Unfortunately, we didn't have passports in hand and couldn't do so... damn these fascistic new restrictions on freewheeling spontaneity!
Posted by Romy
03:10 PM PST
Back to the old routine
Been pretty slow around the site since the Southwest trip; since our return ten days ago other distractions have relegated sitework to the back burner. It's time to get busy with some new ideas here, and right on cue an interesting request came in: a past and possible future customer wondered whether it'd be practical to build a walking-stick reed instrument.
Naturally I'd thought of this in the past, but dismissed the idea because it seemed impractical to mount a reed on the end of a bamboo walking stick, since the mouthpiece and the reed itself would be so vulnerable to damage. Of course the reed could be detached for actual hiking, but this would be a fussy hassle and the built-in bamboo mouthpiece would still be a delicate issue.
However, this customer suggested that the instrument be built to take a standard mouthpiece, which could easily be removed at will and carried separately, and with a regular reed cap to protect it the reed could even be left in place. The mouthpiece could thus be popped back on in at a moment's notice, making such an instrument well-suited to impromptu trailside tootling. Sounds like a plan, Stan! (Getz.)
Of course, my resistance to the use of standard saxophone or clarinet mouthpieces on bamboo instruments has been previously documented: it just seems too obvious and mechanical, and removes much of the instruments' unique bamboo tonal character. But in the case of a walking-stick clariboo, the advantages of a removable mouthpiece more than cancel out such aesthetic quibbles-- so I'm raring to go on a hiking-clariboo prototype, and will start on that very soon.
The interested party also asked about making this prospective instrument "chromatic," and here's part of my reply to his inquiry:
I'd probably try this idea with a saxophone mouthpiece first, since it'd be easier to fit the mouthpiece to a bit of copper or brass pipe glued into the bamboo. The internal fit of a clarinet mouthpiece might be trickier to integrate with a chunk of bamboo-- know what I mean? Also, I have alto and tenor sax mouthpieces sitting around right now.
It's actually more difficult to make a simple-system (keyless) reed instrument "chromatic" than it is to do so with flutes. There are a bunch of reasons for that, which I've written about it quite a bit somewhere on my site... will try to find that stuff for you.
However, it IS relatively easy to use halfhole and crossfingering techniques with reed instruments, so even if the instrument is diatonic or semi-pentatonic, many additional chromatic notes are readily obtainable. I'd be more than happy to start on a prototype of this sort of hybrid right away, since this is the sort of stuff I love to do: work on a new idea that someone else has suggested, just to see what might be done with the concept.
Sure, I make periodic noises about getting more heavily involved in reed instruments, while never quite following up on such threats... but the Time is Ripe, and this very afternoon a sax-mouthpiece walking stick Clariboo with begin to take form. Might even be a big seller if we can get David Carradine to play one of these in his next film...
Other than that, I've been resisting the urge to post a bazillion more pictures in the Gallery and blog about those. There are so many shots on the site already, and where does one draw the line? Oh well-- we'll put up a few over the rest of the week, and perhaps even muster the will to delete some of the older, less-viewed pics. I'd love to get rid of the most-viewed shot too, since it's mission-irrelevant-- but wotthehell wotthehell, as Mehitabel* said.
*Whoever recognizes that reference without search-engine assistance wins a secret prize. Not you, sibs.
--r.
Posted by Romy
11:31 AM PST
May 11, 2007
Musical notation again
Well, a few weeks back I promised to figure out a system for presenting bamboo flute fingerings and music via standard notation. It's about time to get busy on that-- say, can anyone out there recommend some good, reliable and free music-notation software? For the the simple stuff we'll start out with, a free platform should work fine, right? In any case it seems logical to start "free" and upgrade later if the idea develops beyond a rudimentary level.
Yes, there are plenty of claimants to the "free music notation software" mantle readily findable via search engine, but I'm too skittish do download and attempt to use of any of them without prior counsel.
Short entry for now; energy crisis. Apparently, the abnormal amount of time spent in the sunshine over the last couple of weeks has sapped and impurified my precious bodily bloggerly fluids.
--r.
Posted by Romy
03:04 PM PST
May 10, 2007
Thank You for Not Commenting
Serious Bloggers post very frequently, and in fact multiple entries per day are key to developing an active and vigorous blog community. It's unlikely that this little bamboo-flute blog will ever reach the vibrantly interactive level of the top blogs in the biz, and that's just fine. After all, the 'sphere has reached a point where the top bloggers are pros: research and writing is all they do, and they've managed to evolve business models in which bloggery itself pays the bills.
That'll never happen as long as we keep deferring to bamboo flutes as our main topic, even when weeks go by without any significant flute content! In fact, I had a meaty flute topic in mind for tonight but am just too tired to do it justice, since the last few hours were spent in gritty, blue-collar bambo-grinding.
It's all good, and if you'd told me four years ago that I'd soon spend this many hours writing several thousand words per month, it would have seemed impossible. --Computers? --Typing? That was a completely alien world, and now that this brave new world has materialized...
...Oops, reality calls: I have to go pick up the Swamp Witch now! To be continued... --r.
Posted by Romy
09:33 PM PST
May 8, 2007
Las Vegas is Decadent and Depraved; Beans of Doom
It's difficult to figure out where to begin describing Las Vegas-- it's the most bizarre place I've ever seen. We had counted on a little ether to help us cope, but unfortunately our supply was confiscated by airport security. Damn those idiotic new restrictions on liquids... forgot about that!
I mean, what's next? What if some loser concocts an Underwear Bomb scheme-- will we all forever thereafter be required to remove our underwear before flying? Geez, first it was the shoes, now it's liquids... there's really no limit to the ridiculous possibilities!
Which brings us to the Beans of Doom. Yep, on the way back we had some leftover food from camping, and among the items was a can of beans. "Surely," I thought, "Surely we won't have any problems with a sealed can of harmless chili beans." --HAH!
How amusingly naive. Of course the bag was pulled off the belt, and the inspector announced "There's a can in there!" Why yes, we acknowledged: it's a can of "Ranch Style Beans with Jalapeno" left over from a camping trip. "Well, there's probably LIQUID in that can," intoned the inspector. He began scrutinizing the label suspiciously, and a second inspector joined him... they were actually READING THE INGREDIENT LIST, and the second inspector triumphantly pointed to "water" on that list... these were the Beans of Doom!
I started laughing at that point, and pointed out that the can was sealed: how could there possibly be anything threatening about these beans? "I'm not sure about this," said the first inspector. "We'll have to have the supervisor take a look."
By that time any potential annoyance had been cancelled out by the entertainment value, since there fortunately was plenty of time to catch our flight. The inspector carried those menacing legumes over to a nearby office and poked his head in the door, displaying the can for the supervisor's consideration. After a short consultation, he headed back shaking his head: "Sorry, these can't go on the plane."
"Well, after the bomb squad defuses them, would you please see that they don't go to waste?" I inquired.
--No, not really: that's what I WOULD have quipped in a sane world! Unfortunately we don't live in a sane world, and there was a real risk that merely mentioning a "bomb squad" would have invited serious trouble: after all, mere ether was NOTHING compared to the explosive Beans of Doom!
Oops, further notes on the depravity of Vegas will have to wait for the next entry-- got distracted by the bean story and there's other important Stuff to do today. So, cheerio for now... --r.
Posted by Romy
01:31 PM PST
May 7, 2007
Sunny Monday
Wow, the weather is gorgeous in Portland today! Sunny, high 70s. Apparently it was mostly gray and chilly 'round these parts during our Vegas/Arizona trip, so we brought some of that sunshine back home.
Say, we haven't done our official Flowerblogging yet this spring, so here it is. Appropriately enough, it's a saguaro cactus blossom; we usually post the annual flower pictures much earlier in the season, but in this case it worked out beautifully to wait a bit longer.
That's about it for now; busy day. The new Mini Cooper was delivered today, and there's a shot of that on the last Personal Pictures gallery page. Fun in the sun! More on flutes and stuff in another day or two, along with additional observations on the Desert Southwest. --r.
Posted by Romy
06:55 PM PST
May 6, 2007
Back in the Northwest
Cactus, cactus, and more cactus: what a trip! After checking out the Tucson area, we decided to drive westward on the Ajo Highway* and visit Organ Pipe National Monument. It certainly is a Land of Cactus, and we even had a little adventure with the US Border Patrol along the way, complete with trunk-rummaging interrogation! Who, us-- suspicious?
Actually the entire border appears embroiled in siege mentality, with innumerable desert-camouflage-suited dudes driving big diesel rigs back and forth every which way. They seem to be doing their very best to burn up all that extra "homeland security" boondoggle money somehow. Sure makes me feel safer from the surging hordes of scary Terrorists posing as "agricultural workers!"
Many more trip highlights to recount soon, but for now this quick note will have to do. Still in readjustment mode, and we'll catch you again tomorrow or so. --r.
*The "Garlic Highway!" How wonderful.
Posted by Romy
08:52 PM PST
May 2, 2007
Quick report from Route 66
Whew, what a trip so far! Las Vegas was even more insane than I could have imagined, and our two nights there were pure madness. Yesterday we made a seven-mile hike into the Grand Canyon, descending about 1,500 feet below the rim to a small, picturesque spring. Actually getting down into the canyon gives one a true perspective on the vastness of the canyon landscape, I must say. Quite a day all around. Next visit, it's clear to the bottom or bust!
We're now encamped in Flagstaff, AZ; it's Wednesday morning and this is a quick dispatch from the motel room. Southward now, through Sedona and continuing to Tucson and the Sonoran Desert.
Another note in a day or two, perhaps? Gotta run for now... oh, and there are a few pics here. --r.
Posted by Romy
08:24 AM PST
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