A rare crosspost to my other bloggy--UPDATED!

Tired of thinking today; I am working on a mind-numbing project at work which involves check part numbers online. 3,400 part numbers. Three thousand four hundred partnos. As Matty Boy so aptly put it:

Only I think I have the cross-eyed, from looking at this spreadsheet of partnos.

So here's my question for you, as I look up partnos and listen to music in my tiny cubey:

Who's your favorite singer of all time? I mean, the one you think is the best voice you've ever heard.

P.S.--I still haven't had time to play with my fossil stuff from Maryland. Soon, people. Soon.

UPDATE! Here on my birdy blog so far, each commenter picked at least one female singer. On my other (political), almost all the super-opinionated types refused to pick! Here is a list culled from your comments:

Joan Baez (2 votes, including a tie with Madame Callas)
Ella Fitzgerald
Maria Callas
Eva Cassidy

All female vocalists--interesting! One person on the political blog did pick Paul McCartney.

Shall we qualify, then? To get a few more names into the mix? Here are a few thoughts:
1. My birding pal from work Hillel and I discussed the fact that some people are great singers (technically proficient, beautiful voice, etc.) while others are great vocalists, able to interpret a song like no one else but not necessarily the best technical voices. I think someone like Chrissie Hynde falls into this category. Not always pitch-perfect but emotionally honest and gut-wrenching.
2. The male/female thing--personally, I prefer the voices of women to men (go figure). However, someone like Andrea Boccelli can make me stop in my tracks to listen to him, as can Eric Clapton. Bono is also excellent. However, all the people on my initial list were females, from Streisand (the total package) to Shelby Lynne, Sinead O'Connor, and Alison Krauss (who IMHO could be, as the liner notes on one of her CDs say, "simply the best singer on the planet").
3. The question of genre loomed large for many. Let's narrow it to your favorite kind of music, with your favorite voice in that genre. Or not--whatever!

Some ideas to get your brains out of the dumb on a beeee-yootiful Friday morning.

Maryland Adventures

A quick photography note: All pictures in this post were taken by Gretchen and/or Kat unless otherwise noted.

We all had a good time in Maryland, visiting Old St. Mary's City and all their historic exhibits and hanging out at Calvert Cliffs on the Chesapeake Bay. I even got some bird pics!

We arrived late Thursday night and spent some time hanging around with Kat's old friend and her husband and baby. After a nice breakfast on Friday morning, we visited Old St. Mary's City and the Maryland Dove, a small ship built to look like similarly used boats from the 1600s (of which there are no photos, specs, etc.):

We also saw some wildlife; I shot this osprey nest about two hundred yards from the boat, just off the shore of the St. Mary's River:I'm guessing that's Mommy on the left, with two nestlings on the right. Daddy was flying around the whole time, but I managed to get a shot of him:
I was hoping to see him dive for some food, but no luck there.

This being Maryland of the 1600s, tobacco was king; this, however, was the king killer:

This guy must've been over three inches long. We were told he was a tobacco hornworm, though his horn is much smaller (invisible, in fact) than the tomato hornworm's. Still, his size impressed me--here's Gretchen's finger for scale:

All around the boat, which was anchored on the St. Mary's River, we saw jellyfish like this one:

We later had to put Gretchen in the stockade:

However, to avoid charges of cruel and unusual punishment, we allowed her to keep her sunglasses in the bright sun.

Speaking of the sun, by this point in the trip we'd each sweated off about five pounds in the heat and humidity of southern Maryland. Boy, was I missing the mountains of PA!

We then toured all these really neat historical buildings, some of which were merely frames constructed on the original sites.

Here, we were in an "ordinary"--a public inn whose rates were set by the local government--checking out some commonly owned weapons of the day. Gretchen got to wear a "lobstertail" helmet and hold a pike:

The girly skirt really completes the ensemble.

I call this one "NRA Mommy" as Kat looks so proud of Em's facility with a muzzleloader:

"Ah wanna make shore that all mah younguns know how to defend us from revenooers!"

My favorite building by far was this woodworking building, where I got to play with a draw knife and sit on a shaving horse, with a couple of accommodating maidens of the day looking on:

The cool part is that, for some time now, I've been looking for the materials to build my own shaving horse. I found some drawings online but they were way more complicated than this one. So now I have a photo and can draw up my own construction plans! (Shhh, don't tell Kat! It's all part of my secret plan to erect an entire woodshop filled with old-fashioned hand tools and benches!)

After a rain-soaked holiday, we spent Saturday helping Kat's friend around her house, painting, etc. However, we were rewarded with some lovely margaritas for our trouble! (no photos were taken, to protect the guilty)

Here's a weird bug we found in the car:

Any ideas on what the heck it is? It was almost an inch long!

On our way home Sunday, we stopped at Calvert Cliffs, a renowned fossil-collecting spot. There's a mile-and-a-half walking trail to the shore, during which I heard some birds--but mostly red-eyed vireos and some others that I just couldn't see, so no pics of them. Still, we stopped at a marshy area and Kat got some nice photos. For all you dragonfly enthusiasts, here are two--one blue and one red (and blurry):

Crazy auto-focus!

Here's a little snail from the trail:

and a little froggy that Gretchen, aka Frog Hunter, caught in a little tire-rut pool in the road:
Here's Em holding him in one of my favorite pictures from the whole trip:
I love how gently she's holding him; he just sat there in her hands, a happy little frog.

We got to the cliffs (finally) but only a short strip of beach was open, as the cliffs themselves are unstable (I wanted to get a pic but was shooed away by a ranger, dangit!). The beach:

Kat says that almost every photo she takes of me when we're on vacation is either me looking up for birds:

or looking down for rocks and stuff. Beginning to fossil-hunt:

I did find a real fossilized shark tooth! But I forgot to get a picture of it. I'll get that, as well as post about my further adventures fossil-hunting, tomorrow.

Ok seriously

I haven't blogged for months, this is getting kind of pathetic.

Am going on holiday tomorrow for a week. To Scotland. Yeah I know, Holiday in Scotland lol. When I mentioned it to my bank manager today, she pulled a face and said 'Ugh, that's not a holiday' which More Or Less Sums It Up.

Anyway I will probably have something interesting to say when I get back but at the moment I am tired so I bid you good night.