My United States

Ran into the video for Liam Lynch's "United States of Whatever" via one of the YouTube chains where people lip-synch to it. Lynch was the director of Sarah Silverman's brilliant "Jesus is Magic" concert movie and is a pretty funny songwriter in his own right.



I checked out his "Hard Being God" song on the basis of the title alone, and it should be called "It's Hard Pleasing God." The man upstairs is disillusioned with His creation and disappointed in human evolution ("You guys aren't what I was really aiming for"). So he plans to wipe us out ("Sometimes I'm hardcore") to be eaten and replaced by a new master race of insects. In my opinion He rhapsodizes a little too much about what an improvement they'll be. Whatever.

Birthday Pull-ups

Consistent practice (the Evil Russian's 5 sets of 5 heavy reps) finally increased my pull-ups to the magic number of 5. I've even been adding 10 or 20 pounds using a dip belt. My goal was to be able to do 10 bodyweight wide-grip pull-ups in a row by my birthday, June 6, so this morning my sons and I hit the bar in the park near our place. Ideally I would have taken a week off my back training before attempting a PR (personal record) but I've been working consistently since April. I managed eight fairly strict reps, then a couple of reps that didn't quite make it over the bar. One good thing about recording the attempt was I got to see some of my bad form: my shoulders are raised and I move my legs too much. We'll try it again in another month.

Here's the Pistols!

In my continuing quest to challenge my muscles using increasingly difficult bodyweight exercises, I've been building up to doing Pistols, tricky one-legged deep squats. After weeks of doing negatives (meaning descending slowly then falling on my ass) I've finally gotten the hang of balancing, and my legs and knees have gotten strong enough to push me back up. They're hard! I hold a 10 pound dumbbell (meaning one leg is lifting 182 pounds) and I tucker out at about 4 per leg.

Update 6/15: Here's me doing 5 Pistols on my right leg holding 20 pounds.

Mexican Guitarristas Rule

A few months ago I saw Roderigo y Gabriela on the Lopez show and they rocked the house. Gabriela's rhythm guitar work is even more jaw-dropping in this clip, especially around 1:20 in. The fact that a technique has a name (like triplets) doesn't mean it's not impossible. Personally, I think playing with your knuckles is cheating, as is knowing more than 3 chords.

Body by The Evil Russian

When the holiday weight did not come off as easily as in past years, I knew I had to do more than walk around the block. According to the scale at the mall I was the heaviest I could remember: 190 pounds in February 2010. Not quite a contender for the Biggest Loser show, and most of the visible fat was conveniently located in my spare tire, but it was time for a weight-loss regimen suitable for somebody in his 40s.

I was teaching a nutrition topic to my Chemistry class; defining carbs, fat, protein and so on. Whatever my shortcomings, when I get interested in something I dive in and don't come up for air until I get my answers. I took out stacks of books from the libraries in my area, and scoured the internet for up-to-date info on nutrition. Books like Eat This, Not That helped my students and me do the math and figure out which restaurants to avoid. Dr. Michael Eades' blog is a chemistry class in itself, but it (and Eades' books) taught me what really makes you fat and convinced me to try the "slow carb" regimen. Handy nutritional tips can be found all over, like Men's Health magazine and its website. I decided to cut way back on my intake, eat small meals and healthy snacks more often and to listen to my body to see what it really needs. I have a bowl of steel-cut oatmeal every morning, quinoa with all my other meals, lean meat, lots of legumes, very little sugar, bread and pasta and no soda. I snack on Greek yogurt, nuts and popcorn, and I have an avocado every day. I find as long as I'm getting all my nutrients I'm not hungry. I give myself a "splurge day" on Saturdays, ostensibly to keep my metabolism from slowing down to adjust to the famine conditions, but mostly so I don't feel completely deprived.

So I was reducing the caloric intake, but I knew I could improve the weight loss by increasing the output, namely exercising. I like walking, hate running and loved riding my bike until it got stolen last year. I hadn't worked out since 1998 when my wife and I joined a gym together and got in great shape. I read Tim Ferriss' blog entry in which he built the "four hour body": he worked out for 30 minutes, twice a week for a month. Whether or not he really got in a full-body workout in a half hour doing such slow reps, there's no arguing with his results. I took it as a suggestion that I could get in shape without dropping hundreds of dollars and spending two hours a day in a gym.

But which exercises would be the most effective in terms of time and energy? For a few weeks I did quick circuits with various exercises, lunging, squatting, curling and pressing with dumbells, getting my heart rate up and burning off a bunch of calories. It was great for my ADD, switching exercises every 30 seconds or so, but it felt aimless. Then I read Power to the People by Pavel "The Evil Russian" Tsatsouline, who doesn't hide his contempt for "booby-builders" in favor of those training for strength, like powerlifters. In Power to the People Tsatsouline recommends only two exercises for full-body strength development. For the lower body, he prescribes the deadlift, and for the upper body the side press, an archaic lift seemingly resurrected from the circus strongmen of the early 1900s. Could a strong, fit body be built from such a meager diet of movements? Where are the seated calf raises? The reverse curls? Not having a weight set or circus nearby, I searched for my own short list of exercises.

In the basement of our building there are a variety of dusty old stationary bikes and a decent weight bench lacking decent weights. But there's also a seemingly brand-new pull-up tower with handles for dips. What did the Evil Russian say about pull-ups? "Knock off your silly seated rows and

lat pull-downs. Focus all your energy into pull-ups." I decided to do pull-ups for my back, shoulders and biceps, and dips for my chest, shoulders

and triceps. Concentrating on these two bodyweight exercises, I could build my upper body better than getting lost among the 900 machines at the 24-Hour Fitness.

Speaking of bodyweight exercises, in another of Pavel's books, The Naked Warrior, there's a one-legged squat variation called the Pistol. I decided the

conventional one-legged squat would meet the weight needs of my leg muscles, since doing the Pistol bends the lifting leg too far for my 43-year old knees (my left knee disliked the Pistol from the first rep). I've concentrated on performing one-legged squats with perfect form (it takes pretty good balance) and I've definitely felt it in my quads, hams and glutes.

My first day in the basement was not promising. I couldn't do a single pull-up. How was I going to do the standard 8 to 12 reps I used to do on the lat pulldown machine? The Evil Russian favors heavy, low rep training, five reps being the ideal. According to his experience, this promotes myofibrillar hypertrophy (dense, strong muscle). High rep training promotes the more cosmetic but weaker sarcoplasmic hypertrophy, which Pavel calls "bloated, soft and useless muscle." If you can't lift the weight, he and others recommend using negatives (the lowering of the weight) to build strength. I used a chair to help myself up to the top of the pull-up, then let go of my legs and lowered my weight using only my lats. The dips went better, and before long I was holding a 10-pound dumbell between my legs to increase the weight. And so it went, day after day, for the month of April. Pull-ups, dips, squats (all following Pavel's up-fast, down-slow instructions), and whatever core exercises I liked. I walked almost every day, even sprinted a few intervals once, and rode my new bike once a week or so. Soon the pool in our complex should be open for the season.

The results so far, after around 2 months on the program: At the end of February I weighed just over 190 pounds, my spare tire spilling over my 34 inch waist pants. On April 27, at 173 pounds, I was fitting comfortably in 32 inch waist pants. The picture on the left was taken March 7, on the right, May 11th. I can now do 5 unassisted pull-ups, and I do dips holding 40 extra pounds. Let's just say my wife is very appreciative of all the effort.

The True King of Rock and Roll

Why oh why don't we get performances like this on TV anymore? Little Richard, self-professed King of Rock and Roll, covers the Killer and, well, kills it. I can't believe he has enough energy to get through this song, let alone a concert full of woos and yeahs.

Wild Cultures

Since learning to bake bread 5 or 6 years ago I've always held sourdough to be the ultimate achievement in bread baking. In that time I perfected my pizza dough recipe (using instant yeast), and could use the same dough to make a pretty good loaf of white bread. While the exploits of Adam-real-last-name-unknown in Tony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential might have been exaggerated, it at least went along with what I had read about the use of pre-ferments (poolish, biga) to improve the taste and texture of bread. My preferred method is to mix the dough and leave it for a long, long proof in a cold fridge. Fermenting dough before baking, however, is really just an attempt to partake of a bit of the sourdough process without adopting it completely.

Part of the problem with the whole topic of sourdough is the name. The bread baked from a "sourdough" starter doesn't have to be sour. Peter Reinhart prefers to call it "wild yeast" to be more exact. For thousands of years bakers had to rely on the single-celled fungi that are in the air, in the flour, even on our skin, to leaven dough. But this process was (and remains) as much an art as a science. Some bakers learned how to cut corners by borrowing the foam from beer brewers for its yeast. In the 1860s the Fleischmanns figured out how to cultivate and dry "brewers yeast" and revolutionized the baking industry.

But, convenient as commercial yeast makes baking, it's not the same animal (ok, plant) as wild yeast, and there are purists out there who claim this shift was the beginning of the decline of bread. There are studies to suggest that they have a point: one indicates people with Celiac disease can safely eat wild-yeast bread, and another suggests that because of the increase of lactic acid and the reduction of simple carbohydrates produced by the sourdough process,wild-yeast bread could be of benefit to diabetics. Accomplished bakers like Ed Wood, a scientist living in Idaho, recommend using wild yeast exclusively and avoiding "contaminating" your bread with commercial yeast. Dr. Wood worked with National Geographic on a project concerning a bakery on the building site of the pyramids in Egypt. He successfully captured the still-abundant yeasts from the site, and they are among the international cultures you can buy from his company, Sourdoughs International. His book, Classic Sourdoughs, is a classic of its own for its straightforward and sensible approach to this seemingly complicated field.

A few weeks ago I was bitten by the sourdough bug again, and borrowed every book available through my library system on the topic. There's plenty of contradictory advice from writers on just about every step in the process, from starting the culture and keeping it active, to making the dough. Everybody has their own opinion concerning the proper method of capturing wild yeast for your own culture, with some authors complicating the process with grapes or pineapple juice. I don't doubt these procedures work, but I followed the method that had worked for me before. I simply combined a little flour and water into a ball of dough the size of a golf ball, put it into a jar, covered it with plastic wrap and left it on my counter for a few days. After "feeding" it with a little more flour and water and leaving it for a few more days I could tell from the air bubbles that my yeast colony was active. 

From there I had to find out how much starter I needed to have in order to make a loaf of bread. Some bakers use only a tablespoon or two and build it up from there, others use as much as two cups. Again, I don't doubt this or that recipe, but I just needed an easy template to work from. Classic Sourdoughs seemed to have the easiest: every recipe starts off with wild-yeast culture in liquid or sponge form (thinner or thicker consistency, respectively), to which you add a little flour and water and let it proof for 12 hours. You "build" it up again with more flour and water, and let it proof for 8 more hours. Then you add the rest of the ingredients (salt, other flours, sometimes oil or eggs), form your loaves and let them rise for another 1 - 4 hours until fully proofed. Bake, cool and eat. There is nothing difficult about any step in the process, but it takes a bit of planning ahead.

With small alterations, this is the formula for everything from San Francisco sourdough and rye bread to sourdough pancakes and cinnamon rolls. I've made the San Francisco recipe (great, but not sour), pizza dough (the crust came out nice and soft, but my wife thought it was bland compared to my usual recipe), and Middle Eastern pitas (I used whole wheat flour - delicious with a little tang). Wood's method doesn't require thrice-daily feedings like some authors, making me think some people don't trust their starters to get the job done. I would only add to his method what I learned from Peter Reinhart: the finished dough can be put in the refrigerator to build more flavor or simply to wait until you're ready to bake it! I did this with the wild-yeast pizza dough and it worked fine. Now I'm looking forward to trying his rye bread and pancake recipes, too. 

Imaginary Numbers

When you're a rich successful math tutor like me, you're forever the target of con artists and scammers. Just post an ad to "lessons" on Craigslist.org and you'll get a bunch of scam emails like this one from "Mr. Jones Tammy," subject line "Inquiry In Your Lesson:"

Good Day Glad to tell you that,my son will be coming to the United State for holiday.Will be more than glad if you can have private lessons with him everyday from 2pm-3pm or your suitable time(1 hour per day from Monday-Friday for two weeks making a total of ten lessons.If you can make it,kindly get back to me with the cost of your teaching for two weeks in the dates of 15thFeb-29th Feb .He will be coming to your house for 1 hour each day for two weeks.I have someone that will always drive him down to your house His name Jackson, he is 15 years old I will want you to calculate 1 hour per day from Monday-Friday for the whole 2 weeks and get back to me.Looking forward to read from you.
Best Regards
Mr Jones Tammy

Yes, it was all formatted as above. I decided to mess with Mr. Jones Tammy and wrote him back saying simply, "$600." I received a reply saying he has an acquaintance in the US who owes him money, so this acquaintance will send me a check for $3,400! I'm supposed to immediately rush to Western Union and send the balance (taking out my 6 bills and an extra hundred bucks 'cause he's very generous and it's imaginary money anyway) to the person taking care of "Jackson" in the US. I honestly can't believe anybody ever falls for this, and when I meet Jackson I'm going to tell him that.

The Pale White Queen of Chess

Perpetuating the myth that all women chess players are hot is the new Women's Chess Champion, 24-year-old Alexandra Kosteniuk from Russia. Who knew they played chess over there? She was a grandmaster at the age of 14 and last year she beat China's Hou Yifan in Nalchik, somewhere in Russia, to become the first Russian to hold the women's championship title since the fall of the Soviet Union. Because of some of her "fashion" modeling portfolio, Kosteniuk has been compared to Anna Kournikova, but she points out that she has in fact won individual events, a feat that has eluded Kournikova. Her rating is 2516, making her the 690th best player in the world, well behind former women's champ Judit Polgar at #36. Kosteniuk hosts a charming chess instruction video webcast at chesskillertips.com. [Insert "positions worth analyzing" joke here.]

The Number Devil in All of Us

When I was a math teacher, one day I was helping my students check a column of numbers of the form n² - 1 to see if any were prime. I impressed them by quickly factoring the whole list: I rattled off some big ones like, "Nope, 18² - 1 is 17 x 19, 19² - 1 is 18 x 20," and so on, and most of the students caught on to the pattern: n² - 1 = (n - 1)(n+ 1). It's a specific case of the formula which should be known to anybody taking the SATs: (a + b)(a - b) = a² - b².

I knew the formula could be used for multiplying two numbers conveniently placed on either side of a nice round number, like 88 x 92 = (90 - 2)(90 + 2) = 90² - 2² = 8,100 - 4 = 8,096. What I didn't know until recently was it could be used for squaring big numbers:

Start with the formula
a² - b² = (a + b)(a - b)

Add b² to both sides and you get
a² = (a + b)(a - b) + b²

Now instead of squaring a number like 27 by multiplying it by itself, you can use a nice round number, in this case 3o, which is 27 + 3. Use this to solve 27².

27² = (27 + 3)(27 - 3) + 3² = 30 x 24 + 9 = 720 + 9 = 729.

The way I would have done this previously is to use the formula
(a - b)² = a² - 2ab + b²
27² = (30 - 3)² = 30² - 2(30)(3) + 3² = 900 - 180 + 9 = 720 + 9 = 729.

What Arthur Benjamin uses in the video below to solve 57,683² is the related formula
(a + b)² = a² + 2ab + b²
(57,000 + 683)² = 57,000² + 2(57,0000)(683) + 683²
Which one could argue is simplifying the job a bit, but each term of the above expression still makes me reach for my calculator.

Some folks get really good at using these binomial expansions to square big numbers. I was impressed by the job Art does in this video introducing his calculating tricks.



He made a couple of mistakes (the square of 722 is actually 521,284) but his performance is a great bit of publicity for his terrific book Secrets of Mental Math. Learning a few "tricks" can certainly serve to lessen math anxiety, so try it out!

Happy B'day, AHC

Add this story to the list of wonderful "WTF?" experiences we have throughout our lives. Obviously developmentally challenged and/or insane New Jersey father Heath Campbell still can't get the crappiest local supermarket cake decorated to his specifications even after easing up on last year's request for a swastika on son Adolph Hitler Campbell's cake. So many questions:

• Why his son's full name on the cake? If my wife had caved and allowed me to name our firstborn son Bruce Springsteen Farrell, the cake still wouldn't say "Happy Birthday Bruce Springsteen Farrell (yes that Bruce Springsteen)."
• I saw pop Heath on TV: yes, he has swastika tattoos, but he also has Pebbles Flintstone and Winnie the Pooh. The liberal media conveniently overlooked his Gandhi and Adam Sandler tattoos.
• I absolutely love how Heath invokes the new tolerant spirit in our Obama nation with his plea to be accepting of stupid and/or racist people.
  
• Heath does some serious backpedaling in interviews on the issue of his racism. Why not embrace your bigotry if "Adolph Hitler" and "Aryan Nation" appear in your kids' names?
• I think they should refuse to write Honszlynn on a cake, too. What a horrible name. My name may be boring, but I don't have to spell it every f'ing time I interact with a teller or salesperson. The kid will not only have to surpass Dad in terms of being literate, but she'll probably have to learn half the NATO phonetic alphabet: "Hotel, Oscar, November, Sierra, Zulu..." Not to worry: Honszlynn will probably sport a nametag at all her jobs.
  

Our Avenue Makes The News

"Never send to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee." - John Donne

Yesterday around 10 in the morning a cop parks her car in the middle of our street outside our kitchen window. I went out and noticed there were more police cars up the street, and the cops were kneeling beside their vehicles with their guns drawn. I heard the policewoman tell a neighbor there was some incident going on in a house. I managed to get out to tutor a student at 10:30, but when I tried to get back home the police had blocked off my street completely, and wouldn't let me past the police tape! There were news helicopters buzzing around above us, and when I went to pick up my son from school the other parents were all in a tizzy about it. They figured it was a bank robbery (there are three banks where my street intersects a busy thoroughfare) but my wife was still holed up at home and had learned there had been a house invasion and there were hostages involved.

I took my son downtown to avoid the whole situation and waited until it was time to pick up my other son, around 12:30. By that time the "police activity" was over (according to a recorded message my wife got over the phone) and the gunman was dead. But before he went he shot a hostage, a 24-year old mother as she frantically passed her two kids out the window to the police. My wife heard the flurry of gunshots (10 or so) and she was still feeling nervous hours later.

When my boys heard about the incident they went into their art therapy mode, the younger one drawing pictures of himself using his superpowers to defeat the bad guy and the older one writing a letter to God (OK, Santa) expressing his disapproval of robbers.

It's unusual that our street makes the news. Now the story comes out that there was a link between the gunman and his victims: he was an unstable stalker. (Where are the stable stalkers?) I don't think that makes it any easier to process. Now I think about the kids who live in fear of this kind of brutality day in and day out, in Congo, Iraq and probably not far across the Bay Bridge.

Just Enjoy The ...Tomato Song

This morning I was bonding with my boys by watching VH-1 just like I used to with my dad. Muna and Aidan really enjoyed "The Show" by Lenka (who's sure to appeal to fruit flies too young to remember Feist). To be more specific, they enjoyed the tomato puppets that appear in the video for 5 seconds about a minute and a half in. I have to admit they are entertaining, and according to imdb.com they haven't done anything else. A little later I was thinking about how much those puppets must have cost. All I know is if Rigor Mortis and the Standstills had paid more than 100 bucks for them (in 1980s dollars), we would have made the whole freakin' video about the tomatoes.

Just Like Old Times

I don't use the word "evil" lightly, but California's Proposition 8 joins such discriminatory laws as the Chinese Exclusion Act and the anti-miscegenation statutes enforced by many states over the years. What century is it? I can't even get my mind around the evil and hypocrisy that got this prop passed.

I did compartmentalize lots of the propositions in this election, and voted against ones I otherwise would have supported were it not for the taxation or debt that would have been required. I'm all for helping sick kids, but two billion dollars is two billion dollars.

Had this been a pro-gay marriage initiative with some ridiculous outlay of funds for survivors' estates or whatever, I would have said, "Shea and Noriyko, I love you guys, but I can't see spending all that money on the Gay Marriage Monument (formerly Treasure Island)." But Prop 8 had no economic impact one way or the other. It was an exercise in hatred, pure and simple.

Many churches supported the measure, and their sheep-like followers lined up obediently to take away the rights of their neighbors. Now I ain't church-goin' folk, but I know a little. The hateful ignorance of these "Christians" is in direct opposition to the commandments Jesus said were the most important of all:

The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Israel; The Lord our God is one Lord: 30 And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. 31 And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these. (Mark 12)

Certainly anything Jesus stated as simply and directly as these two commandments should take precedence over the old adulterer-stoning guidelines of a thousand years before. But if the literal-minded lemmings need old school commandments, how about "Thou shalt not hate thy brother in thine heart." Have we progressed at all?

The religious people in question should be ashamed of their bigotry, since our grandkids will shake their heads at the ignorance and hatred that supported Prop 8, the way we can't even imagine how whites owned human beings or how fear-mongering labor unions got Congress to ban immigration from "undesirable" countries.

Jon Stewart joked about all the Mormon money coming into California to support Prop 8, "'Cause if there's one value the Mormon church has always held dear, it's that marriage must be between one man and uh..."

Solid Proof

In my dream the other night I was unusually alert, and I wondered if I was dreaming. I ran at the wall and bounced back. "I guess not," I said.

At Least He Had A Plan

What kind of lefty friends do I have who don't alert me to such articles? Naomi Klein's Baghdad Year Zero in Harpers 4 years ago.

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2004/09/0080197

McCain doesn't use the honey metaphor anymore. I wonder why?

I Could Totally Do That

Watching the Brazilian women's volleyball team beat up on Russia this morning was a great way to start the day, and this video of an easy point they scored in 2006 raised a bunch of questions in my mind:
It's not that she hit the net. It was nowhere near the net. She hit the pole that holds the net.
How unskilled do you have to be not to make the Uruguayan team? Is volleyball like jury duty there? Maybe they just shouldn't field a national team if they're not confident about their talent pool.
Ms. Galusso certainly doesn't seem like she's going to be jumping up and blocking shots at the net. Shouldn't she concentrate on her killer serve? What is her forte?
Maybe she's more of a beach volleyball player and serving on a floor threw her.
I couldn't tell you word for word, but I have a pretty good idea what the commentators were saying.
Why did the Brazilians congratulate each other after such a gimme? Is that nicer than just standing there and laughing?
The Brazilian lady preparing to serve next is #13 Sheilla Tavares de Castro and I'm almost positive her serve cleared the net. She's bringing the hurt for Brazil right now in Beijing. I'll be tuning in.



Update 8/21/08: I saw gold medal-winning beach volleyballer Kerri Walsh hit the net on a serve against Brazil, so I guess it happens. Even the aforementioned Sheilla Castro hit the net with a weak serve in the 3rd set of Brazil's match against Italy. But it didn't hit the pole holding the net! Plus, Sheilla had 14 points in that match, which she ended with a rather violent spike. If anybody can direct me to Ms. Galusso's highlight reel I'll apologize.

Fourth of July - Brit Bashing Day?

Last month a Peace Corps friend of mine joked that her British husband would be spending the Fourth of July drinking gin and tonics and hiding from the inevitable anti-British backlash one associates with the holiday. It inspired me to write a sketch about an otherwise sensible Brit describing his misconceptions about how we Yanks celebrate our Independence Day. It's called The Fourth of July and I posted it on the sketches page at my site.

The Dress Code Sketch

I've posted a sketch entitled The Dress Code on my site at http://www.farrellpolymath.com/sketches.htm. I post sketches occasionally to www.zhura.com so people can view them, rate them and leave comments. That's where the folks at the Improv Asylum in Boston saw The Ex-Tutor and decided to perform it. I have a few more in the works, so stay tuned!

Haale Rocks City Hall

Last night the free concert series in City Hall Square in Redwood City featured Persian-American Stanford-grad Haale (pronounced HAH-leh) performing her "psychedelic Sufi trance rock." It was a complete coincidence that I ever heard about the concert. I was taking the boys to the city last Friday on the train and decided to leaf through one of the free rags at the train station. They had a story about her and mentioned the Bay Area shows. I checked her out on Rhapsody and was blown away by her music, especially "Ay Del" from her EP Paratrooper. She's like Niyaz with electric guitars and cello. I'm serious: the blistering solos on the songs are played by a cellist using a distortion box.

I drove down and checked out downtown Redwood City, which I haven't explored for a while. They're trying to revive it from its 70s decay: the huge megaplex is new and shiny, and there are some nice restaurants and shops moving in. I arrived early and saw Haale and her band setting up. Good as her music is, it doesn't hurt that she's gorgeous. But even after the sun went down she never took off her sunglasses.

The set was taken from her two EPs and new album No Ceiling:

1. Baz Hava
2. Middle of Fire
3. Chenan Mastam
4. Off Duty Fortune Teller
5. Navayee
6. Floating Down
7. Hastee
Intermission
8. Home Again
9. Ay Del
10. Mast

11. (Persian Chant)
12. No Ceiling
13. A Town On The Sea
14. Ay Dar Shekasteh

After the show I bought a CD and talked with Haale a little. I noticed that occasionally she wasn't fretting the guitar, so I asked her what tuning she uses. She tried to explain, but finally I just asked what the strings were tuned to, low to high. She uses an open C tuning (C-G-C-G-C-E) on her guitar to get that droning sound. I made a mistake and commented that "Ay Del" wasn't on her set list anymore, and she said, "We played it!" She patiently explained "Home Again" and "Ay Del" are played together, which explains why the second one seems to start rather abruptly when I've listened online. It must have seemed like I didn't even recognize my favorite song of hers, but come on, I'd only heard it for the first time the day before, and it's in Persian. It' s a poem from Attar:

"The Beloved is always ready and standing at the door

Open the window of your heart, be ready and alert for the Beloved."

I had to compliment the percussionist Matt Kilmer for sounding like such a full percussion section with so few instruments. Haale's music doesn't easily fit into any established categories; it's an unusual musical experience but ultimately rewarding.