Hi gang, now that
nycemf is over (phew), I'm back on the blogging block. To recap some highlights of an explosive weekend:
First, my brother Brigham totally surprised me by arriving Saturday afternoon from D.C. to attend my performance at
The Tank. I had no idea, as I was engulfed in preparations for the piece (which was improvised. I had to write the code so I could perform on my laptop. Blah blah blah). To show you how preoccupied I was, I have no picture to display of his presence. So here's a space for his would-have-been picture:
Seated to Brigham's right are my cousin, Nancy, and Dave Lewis, also not appearing. Thanks for coming guys! Also, special thanks to Miles for coming and letting me commandeer his laptop too.

Here's me performing
Gotham Swift. Watching a laptop performance can be pretty boring, so here you can see that I at least tried to get in a groove.

Among the highlights on the concert: Cathy van Eck presented her piece
Hearing Sirens, where she walked around in the space with music blasting out of her speaker pack. It was all about the way sound refracts off of surfaces. So here, you could hear the music coming out of the speakers, but I heard it even more prominently bouncing off the wall to the left. I loved it. In lieu of the witty one-liner I can't think of, I'll leave it up to commenters to come up with good captions for this. I expect at least one spouse joke.

Last night we made a kebab dinner using the oven, and when we went to take out the dish, it exploded! Thick pyrex glass was everywhere. Peppers were lost. Norah was freaked (she doesn't like big surprising noises. Just ask Brigham). Fortunately we had lined the pan with foil in an attempt to preserve the juices from the broiler, meaning that dinner was preserved. Click on the picture to view the aftermath in detail. Has this ever happened to anyone?
Other than these loud and exciting events, we enjoyed a quiet weekend together listening to General Conference, catching up with friends and family, going for a great walk, and taking dead-to-the-world naps. Good times.