FTP Client

I am today shopping a new FTP client. I have used CuteFTP at werk and at home for years. However. I want to find one that’s, oh, I don’t know, FREE. If I had a decent free FTP client, I could encourage my colleagues here to download and use it, you see. I know, CuteFTP isn’t mondo expensive, but a free application just makes it simpler.

The winner so far is FTP Commander. It is simple, light, lean, and effective.

Familia Mayol 2006 Malbec

Familia Mayol
Malbec 2006
Luján de Cuyo
Mendoza Argentina
$17.99

Estate Bottled, 1,350 cases
Single Vineyard, hand picked
Altitude 920 meters, 3,018 feet
Unfined, Unfiltered

www.familiamayol.com

Produced and bottled by Familia Mayol, Mendoza, Argentina, B-72607

Imported by Elite Wines Imports Inc., Lorton, Va. 22079

This is interesting. There is a municipal division in Argentina known as the “department (departmento).” Luján de Cuyo is a “department.”

Is Malbec generally this sweet? I thought it was generally a bit more peppery, but I associate this with all Argentine reds, which is why I like them.

Ah, a similar note on the previous year here.

A little too grapey, fruity, for me. Like Malbecs a bit dryer. This is actuallly a blend of Malbec 55%, Syrah 35%, Cab 5% Bonarda 5%

Please Play This Song On The Radio: Updatey Sunday

Am going through some old neglected mix CDs and New Music Monthly issues and pulling up some great stuff to include in the mix here at Radio B.O.N.K., including NOFX’s ever-lovin’ “Please Play This Song on the Radio.” I have wondered if this is the progenitor of the ironically self-referential song or just an offshoot of Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain.” It brings to mind “The Four Word Song” by Hoodlum Empire, so I am adding it as well. Also am adding “Down to This” by Soul Coughing…wasn’t that a ’90s band that just hung on the periphery? I like it.

This is of course what Radio B.O.N.K. is actually for. At age 40, I have discovered that I have not been listening to music as much as I used to, was no longer seeking out new music, was no longer learning and hearing new music. This is something I cannot lose. I have always had music, and I do not want to lose it. What better way to enhance my interest than to run my own radio station, even if it can only be heard by five unregistered Live365 listeners at once?

Yes. It’s a vanity project. Just one I need.

Other adds today: “Royal Oil” by The Mighty Mighty Mighty Mighty Bosstones, which to me is these boys at their best. Ska-core freaks might not agree, but I think Let’s Face It was their finest work.

The dog just farted. Good lord.

Master Tape Theater today is from July 26, 1994, after Fred Norris’ ill-fated bachelor party, with Kenneth Keith in the studio. God bless him, RIP.

Macaroni and Cheese: It’s Getting There

I came across something unfortunate in the office fridge today, a divided tupperware deal with some sliced hard cheddar that was looking funky and stale triscuits that were getting soft. I munched a few of them and didn’t die, but they were certainly not appetizing as cheese and crackers. It did occur to me though that I had the beginnings of a brand new batch of macaroni and cheese. But for the pasta, all the other ingredients were in the pantry. Beautiful. And I learned some things.

The recipe remixed from the last post.

One Can of uh, Canned Milk
A mess of cubed sharp cheddar, maybe two cups
1 1/2 T butter
3/4 Cup of Pummeled Triscuits
1 1/2 soft bread slices, cubed (Whole Wheat Hamburger Buns)
One Chopped Scallion/Onion Pencil
1/2 t. salt
dash pepper (fresh-ground)
2 beaten eggs (with two T of the canned milk)
2 C. of macarooni, cooked (this means I measured 2 Cups DRY and then cooked it.)

In a saucepan, combine milk, water, cheese, butter, bring to a boil stirring constanly. When cheese melts, remove from heat. Stir in bread cubes, onion, salt, pepper. Fold in eggs and macarooni and stir the whole mess until it’s goosh. Spoon into a greased baking dish, covered, bake at 350 for 30 minutes.

It turned out much better than before, even. I think the Triscuits added something, and I think the scallions added to the flavor. I also found that I’m getting a better handle on what consistency the sauce needs before folding in the eggs and pasta. The bread, I think, should sop up more than half of it. And, a few ideas occurred to me after: Sourdough bread would be perfect for this. It would add to the tangy flavor, and its consitency would definitely contribute. Also, would a splash of lemon juice be called for?

Natalie Maines, The Psychic Jukebox, and Song Hauntings

I have dubbed it the “psychic jukebox,” and I do not know if many other people live this way, with music always playing in their heads. I know my Uncle Jay does because from time to time when he was in my neighborhood, we’d ask one another what was playing. For me, it’s sometimes just a loop from a song, and, if I’m lucky, it’s two loops. At one point last week, The Jukebox had looped a few bars from two different Aggrolites songs (Prisoner’s Song and Funky Fire), which is not hard to do since those guys are so stylized (or, you could say, many of their songs sound alike), but it was for me very cool because I adore The Aggrolites.

From time to time I get haunted by a song, that is, it stays on longer and actually affects me. The most foremost example of this is when I first picked up Mouse’s “Good News.” Those, especially the first few tracks of said album, were absolutely haunting. I fear that today I am haunted by another song by Kings of Leon, called “McFearless.” Here.

These boys are incredible (and thanks to my Moms for setting me up with the catalog for birthday number 40). Undeniably, unquestionably, Kings of Leon is the finest rock and roll ensemble playing today.

Which brings me to Natalie Maines. As if we needed another reason to adore the Dixie Chicks. Because there are dozens of reasons. Yet another comes today via The Howard Stern Show. Ms. Maines sang “When I See Beth Smiling” at Mr. Stern’s wedding this past weekend. This is, to me, one of the reasons I have for so many years found The Show to be so utterly compelling. Dig it. A fan, Lonny Heckman, sends in a song hoping Stern will have it performed at his wedding. It is a hokey ballad, and Howard immediately pans it on the air. Until a little band called Shaw/Blades performs the song, turning it into an instant hit with the show. Then, Heckman dies, and the song becomes not just a hit, but beloved. And, of course, it becomes mandatory that it be performed at the wedding. By Maines.