pickled wombat

musings on the strangeness of the world
Zahatar

—The Butterfly

First raw edit for “The Butterfly.”

Zahatar

—Reel of Tulloch - raw sample

This is my first go at layering one violin on top of itself in Orion - there are eight layers in this first raw, unedited sample.

Accidental avant garde photograph of the famous OOF painting.

Accidental avant garde photograph of the famous OOF painting.

A surreal place.

A surreal place.

First practice with new camera at Jeff B.’s house in Grand Junction.

I wrote a novel in the month of November for NaNoWriMo!  :-)

I wrote a novel in the month of November for NaNoWriMo!  :-)

Sunday morning Photoshop fun.  Scott Stewart, violist with the band Zahatar.  Photo taken April 2011 at the annual fundraiser “Big Top: A Springtime Circus Extravaganza” benefiting Boulder County AIDS Project. 

Sunday morning Photoshop fun.  Scott Stewart, violist with the band Zahatar.  Photo taken April 2011 at the annual fundraiser “Big Top: A Springtime Circus Extravaganza” benefiting Boulder County AIDS Project. 

Columbus Day Premonition (with Kittens)

Aarrun and I were in such a rush to leave, we literally just threw clothes and shampoo and batteries and Kleenex into the suitcase, forced it closed, and sped out the front door. 

The drive was 18 hours, and after about 12 of them, I began to wonder why we had rushed at all.  The road trip was equal parts freeing and imprisoning.  Nowhere to go but the front seat.  Nothing to do but talk, read, and jam out to the soundtracks to Dr. Horrible and Avenue Q. 

When we reached Vegas, we zombie-shambled to the hotel lobby, drained of all ability to gyrate our limbs, it seemed. The hostess was jovial enough amid the incessant blare of happy electronic slot machines sporting the Prince of Persia and Genie in a Bottle.  Two keycard scans and a trip down a few maze-like hallways and we had made it to our hotel room.

It was when we tossed the suitcase nonchalantly to the floor that we heard it.  Faintly at first, then growing louder and more insistent. 

“Mew.  Mew.  MEW.”

One look at each other and we were both fumbling desperately to release the suitcase lock.  The lid flew open and a clump of compressed clothing burst forth.  Underneath a crumpled plain white t-shirt was a fragile ball of silvery-grey fur with pointy ears.

“How the hell did THAT get in there?”

We were heartbroken.  The feline was quite obviously malnourished and near death, and only just a kitten.  We both vainly attempted to nurse the poor animal back to health, only to watch its life slowly slip out of our grasp.

And then…I woke up.  Shrugged off the inevitable brutality of the dream.  Brushed my teeth.  Got dressed.  Jumped into the Jeep to head to work.  Turned on the radio. 

The first thing I heard was this: http://www.npr.org/2012/10/09/162553953/kitten-in-engine-survives-car-trip

 In real life, the kitten was saved!  The coincidence of my dream and the news story is still a bit fascinating to me, my lack of superstition notwithstanding.  At the very least, I’m glad to hear that, in this case, reality trumped the dream for a change.

Zahatar ~ Acoustic String Band in Colorado

Timeless blend of spice, timeless tunes spiced up.  That’s Zahatar!  An explosion of flavor for your ears.  Zahatar is an acoustic string band that performs most often with No Co Artists, 501(c)3 in Fort Collins, Boulder, and Denver, Colorado.  Like our page on Facebook - we just went electric!