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A is for Apple; Z is for Zune

Posted by Joni in About Me, Geekery, Music

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Anyone who truly knows me knows how important music is to me. I must have it wherever I go, in every room in the house. The TV? Not so much.

So tonight, I sat down to my computer to try to get four songs I’d downloaded from Apple Music/iTunes onto my computer to (1) burn to CD to listen to on my revamped sound system, and (2) transfer them to my Zunes. (Yes, plural.)

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Of Sound Mind

Posted by Joni in About Me, Music

I have always loved music more than TV and movies. I used to joke with Roberto that someone could break in and steal the TV and it would be months before I’d notice. Steal my stereo, it’s gonna get ugly!

I recently went to turn my stereo on in the living room because I wanted to sit and fold towels and listen to some old music on vinyl (e.g., Brian Ferry, ARC Angels, etc.). But the amp was dead as a door nail.

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Party Like It’s 2018!

Posted by Joni in About Me

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I turned 60 years of age on Friday, July 13. A party was had and here are some photos from it. Everyone who meant something to me was there. But of course, there were a handful who could not make it. They had decent excuses and they were sorely missed. (They know who they are!)

Dinner was at Kim-Son Restaurant, 2001 Jefferson, Houston, Texas. I had the shrimp egg foo young. We started out with Vietnamese egg rolls, the crispy ones that come with the fish sauce and cilantro and lettuce leaves. Honestly, I could have just eaten plates full of those all night long.

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Driving Me Crazy

Posted by Joni in About Him

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I made a comment on a Facebook post earlier today which caused me to remember all the times Roberto Herrera’s driving literally drove me crazy.

The worst time was when he was still walking, and therefore, still driving. We were on our way home from somewhere and as is usual in Houston’s East End, we had to traverse several railroad tracks to get home. This one particular time, the lights were flashing, the bell was ringing, and the gates were down. I began digging my nails into his shoulder, screaming, Don’t do it! Roberto, undaunted, swerved around the gates and onto the tracks, where a train was bearing down on us, honking its horn furiously. We cleared the tracks with minutes (inches?) to spare. It was a short few blocks home to our apartment on Park Drive. However, once we got there, I couldn’t move. I literally could not move. I was paralyzed with fear. Even though it had been well known for a long time that I have an unfounded fear of freight trains, Roberto apparently didn’t comprehend the extent of it until that moment.

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2018: My 60th Year

Posted by Joni in About Me

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This article was originally published on January 16, 2018. It was updated on March 17, 2018.

2017 wasn’t much to speak of. I became ill in the summer and spent two weeks in the hospital and six weeks home on medical leave over yet another wicked diabetic foot ulcer, exacerbated by my newly-diagnosed (April 2017) CHF. But the year did end with a bang as I began to recuperate and spent the holidays with beloved friends.

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