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Saturday, July 18, 2026Daily LogOk, but not great, sleep. Woke up around 8:30, and never really made it back to sleep. Came down shortly after 10. Thinking more about Sunday dinner than the poll. I do have a lot of writing left today, as well as putting together a shopping list, shopping, and this evening doing my prep, which will mostly involve marinades and dessert. Matt requested the Mediterranean grill option, and preferred ground lamb to chunks. I wish I had some of those wide, flat skewers. I may stop by Ace and check out their BBQ gear, before hitting the grocery store(s). Aside from the lamb, we'll do chicken wings, swordfish (if I have it; I have some), not sure what else. Thought of shrimp, and I see a Greek grilled shrimp that looks good. Also thought of wrapping fish filets in grape leaves. I'm thinking I'll do the Ottolenghi roasted sweet potatoes. We'll also have the horiatiki, and mast va khiar. Not sure how much more we need. Maybe grill eggplant, and top it with something. Maybe some greens? For dessert, they opted for the tiramisu. Not my first choice, but doable. Maybe I'll also do some gluten-free brownies. I doubt if I'll have a definitive shopping list, so to some extent I'll probably wind up winging it. Music Week (7:3) went out last night. Regular Music Week should go up today. Fair amount of writing left, but at this stage it's mostly tuning up. I'm reconciled to not turning the essays in until guests leave on Monday. Music Week
Expanded blog post, July archive (in progress). Tweet: Music Week: 50 albums, 10 A-list Music: Current count 46299 [46249] rated (+50), 10 [15] unrated (-5). New records reviewed this week:
Recent reissues, compilations, and vault discoveries:
Old music:
Limited Sampling: Records I played parts of, but not enough to grade: -- means no interest, - not bad but not a prospect, + some chance, ++ likely prospect.
Unpacking: Found in the mail last week:
Friday, July 17, 2026Daily LogDifficult night sleeping. At one point I thought I heard Laura saying, "your mask is off." The mask wasn't, but the tube had been disconnected, and the machine was turned off. I got up at 6, and read some. Hopefully I'll be done with AI Snake Oil today or tomorrow, and can move on to the next AI book in the stack of four. I did get quite a bit of writing done yesterday. In my New Jazz piece, I advanced the notes down through the top 20. Next up is Jason Moran (21, 42). Outline has 10 more names, of which Virginia MacDonald is already written (about debut albums). There may be a couple more when I review. But I expect to get through that list today, leaving me tomorrow to clean up, before Matt & Carrie arrive on Sunday. I wrote Matt a letter about food. We should talk today, so I can start to make plans. I'm looking for him to run the grill, while I do the sides. Options are: American, Middle Eastern, Hawaiian. We've done a lot of Middle Eastern in the past. I also did a birthday dinner of hamburgers, although American can extend somewhat beyond that. I haven't done anything Hawaiian, but I have a cookbook from the library that is mostly grilled dishes, so that's an option if we want to do something totally new. Also need to decide on dessert. I'm looking for something simple, with kid appeal (they have two, although one's a teen now). Looking forward to this much more than I am writing, but hopefully this weekend will be one coup after another. Playing Adam O'Farrill to start the day. Sounding really good. I ran the cutoff for Music Week last night. I should try to get it out, at least on Substack, tonight. Email (40 messages, doesn't appear to be anything on the poll):
Thursday, July 16, 2026Daily LogWoke up after 10, clocking 6 hours sleep for the first time in nearly a week. Essays are coming along, but still lots more to do. I posted an update last night. Doesn't look like I'm getting any reaction. I'm also thinking about the Matt & Carrie visit on Sunday. Need to plan food. I'm assuming I'll be done with the essays by then, although they won't be published until early next week. I don't expect any distractions today. I'll hold off on Music Week a bit longer. Playing Meg Okura to start. Played Sorey and Reid yesterday. It's quite possible that I'm not so very impressed with jazz this year. Email (25 messages):
Wednesday, July 15, 2026Daily LogSlept just under six hours. Came down at 10:40. Thought I should play some of my poll records. Couldn't find Tyshawn Sorey in the bin, but it was on the desk. Also pulled out Tomeka Reid, Adam O'Farrill, Meg Okura, and Melford/Fujii. Laura has a lunch date with a Blue Cedar Press author at 12:30, so I'll probably tag along. Other than that, I just need to keep writing. I got into the notes section of the rara avis essay yesterday, and piled up quite a few words. I still need to do something like that for new jazz albums. Then add the critics list to that piece, along with any further thoughts. Back from lunch. Went to Larkspur. Good calimari appetizer. Fair gyro sandwich, with so-so pasta salad (but others got the fries, which were good). They were meeting with a prospective author, first name Miguel, don't recall the surname, is writing a book on Mexican immigrant experience. Lives in DC, but has family in Wichita, and knows Anita. Gretchen likes the book. Laura hasn't read it yet. But he's keen for Blue Cedar Press to publish it, so the meeting was productive. I didn't get anything done before lunch, so I'm starting all over again. Email (45 messages at 3:00 PM):
Tuesday, July 14, 2026Daily LogWoke up around 7:30. Read some. Went back to bed. Woke up again, and came down around 9:00. Only 85 on the sleep machine. Bright outside, with that weird light I recall from occasionally getting up way too early. I need to write a lot today. I wrote a chunk of intro to the old jazz piece, and added the chart. While the piece intros can use some polish, they are basically done (old still needs another paragraph or two that parallels the chart intro in the new piece, but basically), with the charts in place. This will be followed by running down the lists and picking out whatever catches my interest. Undecided is whether I'll talk about my own ballot. We never got the IP address whitelist code working for Bill Marx. I suspect that the ipv6 addresses aren't stable enough, but checking that via someone else's account is hard and messy. So I thought I'd try setting a cookie. All he would have to do is to access a page that would set the cookie. Then all subsequent page accesses would provide the cookie, which my lockout code could inspect and allow. I've never worked with cookies, so there was some learning curve (something I need to know one of these days, anyway). But I wondered if I could just ask google to write the cookie-test-and-set code. I jotted down four lines, something like: write a PHP program to test whether a cookie is set; if set, print a message; if not set, set it and print a different message. Within a couple seconds, it came back with code to do that, with comments. I stuck that in a file, and changed the cookie name, and fiddled a bit with the messages. It would only work with https, which I don't have set up locally, so I had to stick the page on the server to test it. It worked, or seemed to. I wrote a second PHP page for a separate test, and it worked. (I wanted to make sure that the cookie would appear in a page in a subordinate directory. I thought it should, and it does.) I then tried adapting the test code to my include file to be used when deciding whether to lock pages. It didn't work, and I thrashed for an hour or more before I found a couple of dumb typos. Would have gone much faster had I been able to test locally, but having to shuttle code to the server complicated things, including giving me more opportunities for screwing up. I don't have confirmation from Marx that it's working for him. I also don't have a way to unset the cookie (except through my browser). But I learned a few things, including a different way to go about programming. New jigsaw puzzle last night. I'll work a bit on it before breakfast, then get to work. Email (17 messages at 9:30):
Monday, July 13, 2026Daily LogI woke up a bit after 9:30, and came down around 10:15. Reading AI Snake Oil, specifically the chapter on "Is Advanced AI an Existential Threat?" The answer, which Doctorow agrees with, is no, but they (or I) haven't gotten that far yet. Doctorow goes to far as to argue that the "threat" is self-inflating hype: by falling for it, our alarms inflate the idea of its power, which makes it look more important than it really is. Granted, it may eventually backfire and provoke a revolt against the AI masters, but in the meantime it makes some of them look and feel like heroes (and in the longtime, we're all dead anyway). One thing I'm struck by is how much of what passes as success in AI is actually backstopped by human intelligence: often directly, as humans behind the screens take over from stumped chatbots; more often indirectly, as mobs of people are hired to correct training data. Snake Oil suggests the possibility that the current vogue for trying to fix everything with more data may be a dead end, and ultimately have to be replaced with something else completely. I suspect we're heading toward a new analogue to Gödel's Theorem, which proved that no system of mathematics can be both complete and consistent. I wonder if I shouldn't excerpt some notebook ruminations like the above paragraph for Notes on Everyday Life. But no time to do that today. I have to get back to the poll essay grindstone. Last night, I moved my long personal intro from New to Critics, and started a new intro for New. It, too, started to grow excessively, but this time the culprit was a rabbit hole, as I looked into the vote concentration data. While that's worth bringing up, I can move that to the Notes section following the Table. (The outline for the essays is: Introduction; Table; Notes.) Then get back to my point, which hopefully I can wrap up in a quote and two paras, before the table. The sooner I have the intros written, the sooner I will be able to see the end of the tunnel. So while I feel like I'm nowhere close now, and am almost certain to blow Wednesday as a deadline, Friday is still possible. Email (13 messages at noon, so I just did a website update sent a letter to jpadmin):
Sunday, July 12, 2026Daily LogWoke up around 6:30, which seemed ridiculous, so I went back to sleep, until 9:30 or so. Came down just before 10. I didn't get any writing done until early evening last night, then ran out of gas by TV time. Just have bland intro matter. Thought I'd move my first (rather personal) draft to the critics piece, to get a fresh start on the new table piece, but when I started again for it, I wrote more that fits better with the previous intro. Hopefully I'll get going earlier today, although at the moment I'm still in getting up ritual. I have my Coleman Hawkins playing, and will work a bit on the jigsaw (but not too much, as we'll finish it today). I updated software, so have to reboot, which means restarting all of my panels, windows, and tabs. That's a fairly big production, even with some session info and startup files. I did update the jazzpoll website. Very light email (7 messages):
Saturday, July 11, 2026Daily LogWoke up at 8:28, when the machine switched off. Decided to just turn over and try it again. Slept some more. Read some. Came down at 11. Wrote four paragraphs on my essay last night. Still one or two paragraphs away from getting to the substance of the poll. As I recall, last year I started writing a personal introduction, then realizing it was too long, moved it into a separate essay. Perhaps I should do that again this year. Last EOY I broke every table out into its own essay. I was thinking I'd do that again this year, but with just two tables, and maybe a separate file for the critics list. But I hadn't really thought about moving the personal history into its own file, which I sort of did last year, when I dedicated the main intro file to Francis Davis. I should go back and look at that arrangement, especially to see how quickly I moved into the tables in their files. Thus far, I've only looked at the previous Mid-Year essays, which were single shots, with personal intro, new table (intro/table/notes), old table (same), and critics list. What I could do now is to take the intro I wrote last night, and move it ahead of the critics list. I could develop it further to talk about the critics, but that's less urgent now than framing the old and new music tables. No plans today other than writing. Email (9 messages):
Friday, July 10, 2026Daily LogWoke up at 8:30, in a foul mood, 80 on the machine. Read some, and came down by 9:30. I need to get serious and write today. I've kicked most of the angles around, and don't really like any of them. Way too easy to talk about why I did this. Who cares? No clear answer to that, other than that some people do, and some people don't. The question is am I among the former? Sometimes I have doubts. I don't want to oversell this. I don't want to undersell it either. But I do want to get it essentially done over the weekend. That probably means getting my first words down on paper today. One disruption is that Laura has a medical appointment at 1. Seems like she wants me to tag along, so I'll do that. Maybe get some lunch after. Meanwhile, I'll work on the puzzle a bit. Play Coleman Hawkins. Eat breakfast. Go through my mail (39 messages).
Thursday, July 09, 2026Daily LogReal tired last night, so I went to bed early. Woke up after 9, with 7 hours sleep logged. Dentist yesterday was uneventful. Picked up a gyro on the way home. I didn't do much on the poll yesterday. I ran the cutoff for Music Week, set up my draft blog file, and pulled 8 reviews out to send off to NOEL. I'll probably post the blog Music Week today, as all it needs is an introduction, and I can test some thoughts out there. I did go ahead and set up dummy files for my essays (new and old; I also set up one for critics, which may get folded into new, and notes, which is a place to put research until I decide whether to use it or not). No writing yet, but ideas are coming. Woke up a bit after 9. Finished reading Doctorow. Very good book. I started with AI Snake Oil, which will probably get into more technical detail, and less into the business/politics (topics that nonetheless will be unavoidable). Email (41 messages):
Here's the note I wrote to OR Books:
Music Week
Expanded blog post, July archive (in progress). Tweet: Music Week: 30 albums, 5 A-list Music: Current count 46249 [46219] rated (+30), 15 [16] unrated (-1). New records reviewed this week:
Recent reissues, compilations, and vault discoveries:
Old music:
Unpacking: Found in the mail last week:
Wednesday, July 08, 2026Daily LogGot up after 9. Read more from Doctorow, leaving one short chapter on after the inevitable bubble collapse of AI. I'll move on to AI Snake Oil next, which may provide more technical detail on what AI can/cannot do, as Doctorow mostly focused on the business policy, or perhaps the better word is proposition? After that, I'll move on to some more upbeat books. I expect the critiques to mostly confirm my expectations. What's harder to figure out is what good AI might be to my particular work. I spent a good deal of time yesterday hacking out an awk script to pull some data out of my jazz poll tables. In the past I've compiled this data by hand, but now I can find out (instantly, and automatically updated every time new data is added):
Although I had been thinking I'd learn python for tools like this, I went back to my old standby, awk. However, I had forgotten lots of details, and made tons of coding errors. But I could ask google not just to find manuals but to answer specific questions (like how to check the first letter of a string, or how to get my command line variable recognized in the BEGIN block?). Most of what I do to write a program is to look things up. I'm used to searching through manuals to find bits of information, but this is much easier. I haven't got to the stage of asking AI to write code snippets (which supposedly it excels at, especially for python), but I'm moving towards that. At some point in the next 2-3 months, I figure I'll sign up for some AI package. I'm trying to get my head straight before I do. I don't need AI to write for me, but I could use it for ancillary tasks, and it might be a big help with some of those. Dentist appointment today at 2, so that will disrupt the day. Weighed myself at 229.8, so that's up and bad. I've been staying within general guidelines (except for big dinners and leftovers; only the slaw remains of the latest latter), but haven't been using the app. I probably should restart that. Email (25 messages):
Tuesday, July 07, 2026Daily LogUpdated the jazz poll website last night, with 125 ballots. I took down the "temporary notice," and moved the reference links to the "Notes" section. Also took a look at the top level index, and fixed a couple of gross typos. I need to do a major redesign of that page, but don't have any good ideas, and I realize that working on website runs the risk of slowing down work on the essay(s). That should be the priority. I did send out a last-gasp round of nag letters, to 8 critics who had voted in last year's mid-year but hadn't acknowledged this year's poll. I got a couple of responses, so the vote total may inch up a bit today, but this is definitely the last day. Slept badly, getting up multiple times, the last at 9:15. Read Doctorow's chapter about "actually existing AI," which was pretty depressing. Email (18 messages at 10:00):
Monday, July 06, 2026Daily LogWoke up way too early, but went back to bed, and fell back asleep, which I can tell by waking up from a dream involving Rudy Giuliani (I've never really looked at the back of his head before, and found myself trying to figure out which of the Three Stooges it resembled most), Tony Soprano, shooting wild boar in the suburbs, and falling off a roof, as I was trying to sneak away from those other elements. Read some, and came down just before noon. Took a brief glance at the mail, then decided to work on the jigsaw. I ended up with 122 ballots last night. I had four names who had promised to vote, but hadn't, so I looked up their letters and sent nag replies. As I noted in my jpadmin letter, main thing today will be to take down the voter training wheels from the website, and prepare for presenting the results. I also need to figure out the all of the scoring adjustments and total page footnotes. Then start writing, or at least thinking about writing. I figure I'll do two essays: one with the top-50 new albums, the other on rara avis. I have a vague idea of doing something on critics, but the only real need is to publish the voter list, and I don't want to slow publication down. Email (38 messages):
Sunday, July 05, 2026Daily LogGot up at 9:15. Read some, came down an hour later. Gretchen and Mike came over for leftovers last night, which was lovely until the dog disappeared. Laura had let him into the backyard, then forgot about him, and by the time she looked, he had vanished. This had happened once before, with Sadie, who we found severely overheated, and rushed to the animal hospital. I spent a couple of hours, first walking then driving around the neighborhood. The last 30 minutes Laura joined me in the car. The fireworks were horrible. Perhaps they spooked Hank. They certainly were unnerving for me walking around in still-oppressive heat. When we eventually came back home, Hank was waiting, trying to figure out how to get back into the backyard. He seems ok. Wish I could say the same for us. I cleaned up the kitchen, but didn't do any more poll work. Today is deadline day. Having passed 100 ballots, I'm not feeling too bad. We'll see what today's email brings in. Email (22 messages):
Saturday, July 04, 2026Daily LogReal tired last night. Woke up real early today, sometime after 7. Tried going back to sleep, but couldn't. Barely logged 4 hours, scoring 80. Came down at 8:15. Dog hasn't even gotten up yet. I expect a long day today with poll stuff, but only 9 emails so far, including a couple left over from last night. Not sure what I'll do if I have nothing to do today. I'm going to start by working on the jigsaw puzzle. Email (10 messages at 8:22 AM; up to 19 at 10:49):
Friday, July 03, 2026Daily LogYesterday, we took Rachel to the Wichita Art Museum, where they had a special exhibit of the De La Torre brothers: Mexican glassworks, some in cases behind lenticular screens. I can't say as it particularly appealed to me, but there is a distinctive genius to it, and it seems to me to be quintessentially Mexican. As it happens, we had a friend come over to pick up some jigsaw puzzles. She is Mexican-American, and had just been to the Art Museum. She particularly latched on to the Frida Kahlo puzzles. She's also interested in baseball history, so I gave her my 1985 copy of the Reichler Baseball Encyclopedia. When we got home, Rachel and Laura watched a couple Steve Martin movies. I caught up a bit on the poll, then warmed up leftovers, also making the missing salad. Rachel went back to Kendra's, and will begin the long drive back to Portland on Friday. We still have a lot of leftovers. I posted a plate pic on Facebook. Not much reaction. Hoping to round some folks up for another leftovers dinner. While I'm too busy to contemplate cooking for a while, unpacking the refrigerator won't take long. Woke up around 9. Went back to bed, but not to sleep, so I got up and came down at 10:30. I should have a lot of work today, but email is off to a slow start (at least for a Friday: 24 messages):
Music Week
Expanded blog post, July archive (in progress). Tweet: Music Week: 28 albums, 5 A-list Music: Current count 46219 [46191] rated (+28), 16 [14] unrated (+2). New records reviewed this week:
Recent reissues, compilations, and vault discoveries:
Old music:
Grade (or other) changes:
Unpacking: Found in the mail last week:
Thursday, July 02, 2026Daily LogWoke up before 10. Came down 10:20. I crashed so hard after TV last night that I left a ballot only partly counted. I noted it, saved what I had to the website, but didn't write to jpadmin. I figured I'd start today by catching up. We went to Mark Shepherd's funeral yesterday. It was billed as a car show, and the lot was packed when we got there. So was the mortuary chapel, so they set up an overflow room. Mike and Rachel made it into the main arena, but I retreated to the overflow. I ran into Mac and Brenda on the way there, so we sat together. Saw a couple more people I knew, but not many. Main problem with the overflow was that only the podium had a mic, so the testimonies/stories from the crowd were unintelligible. (Mike gave one, which I could identify by occasionally catching the word "grandpa," referring to Mark's father, Art Shepherd.) Mike decided he wanted to go to the cemetery afterwards. Steve arranged for Mark to get the last plot left in the bloc where Art and Margaret are buried. My mother and father were also buried there, and the tent was set up right over their graves. It's been a good 20 years since I last tried to find them, so I took mental notes of how to do so again — not that I'm likely to return any time soon. I saw Greg Seidel there, and we chatted a bit. During the drive back, Mike and Rachel vented on how much they hated Greg. I've seen him a couple times since moving back to Wichita. Relationship has been testy since he had a big bust-up with Steve & Josi, over what I was never quite certain, but Mike certainly hated him. I've long regarded him as potential trouble, although we got along ok, and were fairly close for a while. He came by after Dad died. I also saw him when I visited Mark in the hospital, after his heart attack and bypass surgery. He looked to be in pretty good shape. Hair was white, rather long, sort of a founding fathers look. Mark had aged more severely, as has Steve, though a bit less than Mark. We went to Hog Wild after that, then took Mike to the airport, and came home. Rachel was going to watch the World Cup match, but it started later than expected, so she left. I rewarmed some chicken and dumplings, and go to work on the accumulated email. Like I said, I didn't get done. Rachel is coming over around 1 today. Laura wants to take her to the Art Museum. Not sure what else they'll be doing, but I hope to get some time to talk. No plans for dinner. We could go out, or just heat up leftovers. Rachel is driving back tomorrow, so this is the end of the visit. I'll try to work a bit as I can. I'm feeling like putting minimal work into the poll from here on out. I still need to do Music Week this week. Probably do that on Friday. Email (38 messages):
Wednesday, July 01, 2026Daily LogMike and Rachel arrived around 9:30. We went ahead and started eating around 8, with Ram over. We were ready to break into the dessert when they arrived. Two of Mike's friends came over (Mike Carmody and Brian Haney?), but didn't eat much. I didn't do the Native American salad, which wasn't missed. Huge amount of food left over, but everything was very good. I snapped a place pic, but haven't posted it yet. Mike stayed up and talked till 3AM. I got up about 10:30. Mike and Rachel are going to the Beacon for breakfast, then to Mark's house, to secure some furniture that Mark had kept from his and Josi's parents, that Josi wanted. After that, they'll swing by, and I'll go to funeral with them. Significantly behind on email (49 unread as of 11:43, but 6-10 more opened but still needing attention.
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