Organisation fail

Mar. 27th, 2017 12:10 pm
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I realised yesterday that it was the last of Nicholas's swimming lessons for the term and we hadn't been given a re-enrolment form at any point.  On further checking, we've completely missed his re-enrolment window, and the class he was in is completely full now.   These lessons are always oversubscribed, and the idea is that once you're in the system you get priority to stay in and progress up the classes, but that doesn't help if no-one (me) checks when the deadlines are. 

So I think by default I have to make a note to check for enrolment day at the end of next term, in hopes of getting him back into classes in the autumn term.  That seems ages away.  I suppose I can also look at the holiday "crash courses": four or five daily 30 minute lessons on weekday mornings.  Great for learning but a bit of a logistical challenge for us.

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Despite my age, as a small child I watched a fair amount of anime, and in general they were my favorite cartoons (although I had no idea many of them were from Japan, they were merely better than anything else I was watching). The very first cartoon I can remember watching, was when I was around 4 or 5, and was Kimba the White Lion, and a bit later, I watched Astro Boy (which I thought was pretty bad), and Marine Boy (which I loved). Of course, all were dubbed in English, and likely edited.

Recently, while looking up information about when anime first started getting long-term story arcs (a question I still have no clear answer to, other than definitely by the 1980s), I looked up a cartoon I remember particularly loving. In the US, it was called Tobor the 8th Man, about a police officer who was killed, and his mind transferred into a truly awesome robot body, which even when I was less than 10 years old, was something I loved the idea of – to digress a bit, when I learned the term transhumanism in the 1990s, my reaction was "So that's what my oldest and most enduring interest/belief set is called".

In any case, in reading the linked article, I learned why I don't remember seeing much of Tobor the 8th Man - I didn't remember until looking at the link, that the robot body recharged by smoking "energy cigarettes" (which may have seemed like a reasonable idea in 1960s Japan, but today sounds like a covert ad campaign by Japanese cigarette companies), and when US laws regarding portraying smoking on TV changed, the show was dropped, because the protagonist smoking was an essential part of the show. Thankfully, watching that show had no propagandistic effect on me, since (because both my parents smoked), I always found it to be utterly disgusting.
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 [personal profile] dialecticdreamer has posted the story "Hidden Complication."  World Worker finds out about Halley's mistake and goes to clean up the mess.

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Mar. 27th, 2017 09:42 pm
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Hidden Complication
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 1 (complete)
word count (story only):

:: This takes place beginning Saturday morning, but the central characters do not meet until after noon. Date adjusted because post did NOT post, just spinny ball of death the first time I tried! ::

A message had woken Lukas in a single electronic chirp, long before his body had soaked up enough rest to be more than groggy. Not even four cups of excellent Turkish coffee helped make him more alert, but the moment Lukas read the message, he was fully awake and reaching for his mouse.

“World-- I made a mistake. That information I wondered about, that I asked you to look for? I… I didn't realize that it's going to make the subject FURIOUS. Can you lock down everything you scraped together? I told my Da and he rushed to go talk to the subject. This is awful. Worse than awful. I'm sorry I dragged you into it.”

He was already rolling out of bed, not bothering to dress, carrying the laptop to the table and wing chair positioned to give a beautiful view of the ocean beyond the thick almond bisque curtains. A few keystrokes began the process of triple-checking the cage of traps and misdirects he'd placed around the caches of data he had gathered in a few hours' work done weeks ago. It actually took him three times longer to check the protections than he'd spent on the original project.

His stomach growled and lurched, finally cutting through his focus to demand attention. It was nearly noon, and he'd missed more than two meals. It took minutes to dress in his clothes from the day before, ending with the sharp 'skkksh' of closing vrip-tape on the black athletic shoes he had worn.

Lukas checked his wallet, his passport for the trip, and the time. Then he brought up a line prompt to type “Format C:\” By the time he'd eaten and bought a change of clothes, his laptop would be an innocuous sarariman's loyal sidekick. He even kept a Blackberry, in his laptop bag, complete with 'work notes' and messages from 'coworkers.' The hotel had a safe set in the closet, but that wasn't a very secure location. He simply lifted the seat cushion and concealed the happily humming laptop beneath it.

If the laptop overheated, so much the better. Internal fuses would blister the motherboard, then trigger an internal H-1506 halon fire extinguisher. Buying all new gear and customizing it would make his next job easier, anyway.

He snagged the camera bag, which held far more than the digital camera he preferred, and let himself out of the hotel room, determined to find food. As he sorted through the maps he'd been memorizing while waiting in the hospital the day before, he also tried to calculate how many meals he had missed this time. It was important, because it changed the types of foods he should eat first, and those he should eat last.

Finding a frozen yogurt shop didn't seem likely anywhere but the tourist shops.

A grocery store was much easier to find. Shopping took slightly longer than dressing had, but only because he struggled to remember whether any of Bog's extended family were vegetarian or vegan. He worried more about the weight of the bags he carried than the total on the register screen, and had already dialed a water taxi by the time the last bag was ready to go.

Lukas let his thoughts dance and dart, sweeping from immediate to future possibilities the way some people played a large fish on a line. He made no small talk, shaking his head when the taxi driver tried to entice him into trying a club with a wide, white-painted pier surrounding the restaurant on three side. The pier was lined with equally white wrought iron tables and chairs beneath bold, brick red umbrellas. There was even a maitre d' standing on the landing area beside the gangplank, smiling pleasantly as she waited for the next customers to arrive by sea.

At the correct dock, the money changed hands in a smooth, practiced maneuver that World had spent two months learning, back when he'd been healing from a broken hip and stuck in traction. It took himself and the driver to unload the bags onto the dock, and all four hands to get the bags settled in an arrangement that he could carry the few hundred yards to the Finns' bungalows. The outboard motor of the water taxi roared cheerfully away.


Lukas sighed, putting away his name and putting on his identity World Worker turned to stare at the worried, damp-eyed child he'd come to see. “Hi, Bog. Obviously, I got your message. Are you grounded?” What he didn't say was 'Are you in trouble enough for me to grab you and your baby brother and run?' He'd spent weeks, once, back when Bog first started chatting on his favorite boards, studying the family. He knew that the odds were astronomically against Bog needing an escape hatch, but his life had been shaped and then shattered several times in the year he was ten, and his caution never, ever quieted more than it did when watching the carefully saved, quintuple-encrypted footage of the family at some SCA event on the California coast.

“Da says I can't go anywhere without an adult, and we'll decide the rest of it when he gets back,” Halley sniffed.

World stared, pointedly, around the small dock.

“I slipped away. We're literally within shouting distance, and Mrs. Wu has the doors and windows open,” Halley admitted, even as a note of brittle defensiveness crept into the last few words.

“So, now you're in even more trouble. May as well make yourself useful for the moment, then.” World offered the easiest bag to reach.

Halley accepted the bag of food, looking up in confusion as World Worker put the next bag into thon's free hand, then slung his camera bag over the child's head, too. He carefully hung another cloth bag holding bottled sodas on Halley's left shoulder. When the child staggered, World nodded seriously. “There. That's how I feel right now, Halley. You've got a lot of extra weight to carry, with no real idea what to do if it doesn't get to the 'right' person. You've made me carry someone else's secrets, and I'm not happy about that.”

The child took a wobbly step closer, scowling. “I didn't mean to!” Another step brought Halley squarely opposite the older man. World adjusted his glasses, watching the child's waving hands. “I didn't find out anything!”

“But I did,” World insisted. “That's what I'm carrying around.” he tugged the strap on the camera bag. “The rest of it is all tied up with whether we're going to continue to be friends, Halley.”

Wobbling, Halley scrubbed the palm of thon's right hand over thon's face. “But that's the heavy part!”

“Yes,” World agreed. “You've put me in a position where I know a lot of things about someone who will NOT want me to know them, at all. Black Hat rules say that I can just ignore it forever. Ideally, the two of us can pretend that we don't know each other and will never meet each other, even if we're standing side by side in a random elevator.”

“But you won't tell anyone what you found! Why is that a bad thing?” Halley sniffed, thon's lip wobbling.

“To be your friend, I have to decide whether to follow your parents' rules,” World told the child gently. “Your parents are blindingly white hats, Bog. They're going to want me to do the right thing, not the black hat thing. I could pretend not to know all of this, except--”

He sighed heavily. “Except.”

Bog sniffed again. World reached out, taking back his camera bag and the heavier of the two grocery bags. “Which of your parents is available?”

“Mum. Da… Da's already back in --” Halley began.

World held up a hand, despite the bags he carried in it. “Don't even. Remember, I already know, and that's the problem. I'm going to have to find some kind of restitution for the other person, too.”

The little shoulders dragged lower, and several tears spilled. “I'm really sorry, World. Could I help you with it?”

He shook his head slowly. “That depends upon the other party, and what they want. Let's go talk to your mother.”

The young man who strolled onto the dock seemed to be hoping to catch the attention of the water taxi. Only when he had reached the middle of the dock did he change direction, putting himself between Halley and World. “Halley, who is he?”

“He's a friend. Mum knows him,” the child rushed out. “And now everybody is mad at me!” More tears fell.

World visibly clenched his jaw. “Yep. I am. Given the same number of hours as I put into that project, I won't be. Finding out I don't have to replace my laptop will smooth things over even faster, but we both know that you have no influence over whether that happens. Maybe we'll both get lucky.”

Halley scrubbed thon's left forearm over thon's eyes. “I'm sorry.”

“All right,” World agreed easily. “That's a start. Now, who is this person and why should they have any online presence at all?”

“Hey!” the newcomer protested. “I'm here to keep the kid from getting into trouble, and you look like trouble with capital letters!”

“This is Luigi,” Halley explained. “And you can call him World Worker. It's… It's time to go get Mum, isn't it?”

“Yep,” World agreed, popping the 'p.' “And I get to watch you get in trouble.”

“That's MEAN!”

“When did I ever say I was nice?” World retorted. Some of the fear was easing, finally unraveling the knots in his stomach. The kid had made a mistake, yes, but it was fixable. He'd make sure of it, and that the family had enough time together to rebuild the broken trust.

“You brought lunch,” Halley defended stoutly. World hid a smile as the kid turned toward one bungalow, marching with uneven strides due to the heavy bag in the small hands.



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Note: World Worker gathered this word into his vocabulary via a video game, and later a pen and paper role-playing game. It is most assuredly not a compliment, rather like the word 'muggle' from Harry Potter fandom.

[Author's Note: Totally NOT my day. Missing line break.]

Always fight fire with more of it

Mar. 27th, 2017 01:17 am
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When fire comes if you throw water on it, it may or may not go out. If you throw chemicals on it, you've fucked the environment and possibly your health. If you don't cover every last ember in foam, the ashes may yet come roaring back to life.

So you think, hmmph, maybe I'll pray on it. Nope, doesn't make it go out, either.

Learn from the experts: controlled burns are the best.

Firefighters know a thing or two about fires. Their entire job is to save people and put those blazes out. In order to not have to save people, one thing they do to prevent fires is...set them. Now pretend Trump is the fire. How do you put it out?

This is actually kind of easy. He's a Norman Vincent Peale devotee; in my twenties, so was I. While I wouldn't knowingly revisit my NVP days (see this criticism), Trump is currently still living them, so so should you.

What do I mean? A lot of Peale's philosophy was "believe you can". Believe you can make the sale. Believe you can close the deal. Believe you can overcome. Believe.

Russians, Comey, white people: there are so many reasons to think "this is why Trump's in office".

Clear your mind and let yourself think, just for a sec, that none of that even matters because more than anything, he believed himself into office. He believed himself there. You simply want him out more than he wanted in. You want him out that much. More than he wanted in, you want him out.

Will it work? Eh. Odds are a long shot.

Will it destroy his time in office and give him nearly nothing to look back on with pleasure besides the rather questionable act of getting elected? Exactly. So leave him to cherish all his many false memories of that; fair enough trade once he's gone.

If this sounds like religion, fear not, for in a weird way, it is. Norman Vincent Peale was not just the most famous salesman of all time: he was also a minister - Trump's minister, to be precise. Peale's advice, therefore, has religious themes (sometimes blatant) so read his book, and get a feel for how Trump thinks.

If at times he's ridiculously positive it's because he was brought up to be. If he's Teflon™ it's because nothing can stick to that sort of belief. While this might normally be an admirable character trait, Trump's use of it overall has been blatantly selfish and repugnant.

Be the example of what non-stick-coated belief should look like, and give it the reasons why it should exist. Want him out more than he wanted in. He's not wanted in as much as you think, and wants out more than you might know.

Make him want out more than he ever wanted in. Convince him it's the only thing he's ever wanted.

Or in firefighter terms: the whole damn forest might burn if we don't light some weeds on the other side of this, so please pass some matches.

good morning, it's 27 march 2017

Mar. 26th, 2017 11:38 pm
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The NYC attack on a randomly-chosen black man by a white supremacist was explicitly intended to achieve a political purpose through fear and intimidation. See "White supremacist who killed black man only regrets his victim wasn’t younger and ‘more successful" and also, "Timothy Caughman’s Murder Was a Lynching and Donald Trump has said nothing," both of which are excessively important. 8pol seems not to be bothering to talk about it, 4pol isn't talking much but what discussion there is blames it on false flag/MK-ULTRA.

Meanwhile in Russia proper, "Protesters Gather in 99 Cities Across Russia; Top Putin Critic Is Arrested." Brave people. Of course, "The Trump Administration Is Silent After Russia Arrests Hundreds Of Protesters." He's too busy making an ass of himself printing fake invoices and handing them to Andrea Merkel expecting payment, I guess? That didn't work with Mexico, why the fuck would it work with Germany? ("Germany slams ‘intimidating’ £300bn White House bill.")

Remember how Trump promised brutality and savagery in the middle east? He may be delivering on that, as "Trump’s War on Terror Has Quickly Become as Barbaric and Savage as He Promised." This is, of course, how to ramp up the war. "The west condemned Russia’s bombs – now coalition attacks are killing civilians in Mosul" is another story on the topic.

"Pussy Riot's advice on how to defy Putin and Trump" is pretty straightforward, but I include it as part of the shared struggle. They have no illusions about what's going on. In related organisational/structural news, "A Harvard study identified the precise reason protests are an effective way to cause political change" - which is to say, people who attend protests are afterwards more likely to do things and get others to do things as well. The multiplier is nontrivial.

Post-healthcare-reform continues: "Blaming conservatives, Trump signals new openness to Dems" (presumably a lie), "Donald Trump is giving a lot of mixed messages about whom to blame on health care" (true), "Trump Becomes Ensnared in Fiery G.O.P. Civil War" (point and laugh, children), and "Reince Priebus lies after GOP debacle: ‘Obamacare is imploding and exploding and every other adjective’," indicating that Priebus doesn't know that "imploding" and "exploding" are verbs.

I suspect "Trump taps Kushner to lead a SWAT team to fix government with business ideas" is going to be a bit of a do-nothing position, not because they might not want to do some of these things, but because they still don't have a staff worth mentioning. Still, be aware. Kushner has no qualifications on this other than being Trump's son-in-law, and is overbooked already, so... yeah.

Only one immigration/expulsion/travel ban story at the moment: "‘Dreamer’ immigrant in Oregon detained by US authorities."

"An Oklahoma School Had a Christian Sex Educator Speak to Kids, and (Surprise!) It Was a Disaster."

And finally, locally, "McCleary roundup: Senate GOP’s budget plan draws swift opposition from Democrats, teachers union" - nothing to do with fascism, really, but a lot of Washington State people are subscribers, so there's your education funding update. It's hard to keep up with 'normal' things right now, but you need to. It's just life.

It's March 27, 2017; this is the news )

Day 26 – Bright Lady

Mar. 27th, 2017 06:20 am
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Incense and candles are a good all-purpose offering, but I’m fascinated by the variety of things individual powers might prefer. An all-in day for Redbird included:

teaching sex ed to my sunday school kids

receiving the blade-in-chalice ritual of my regular testosterone shot

grocery shopping

spending the afternoon off the computer, taking care of little things around the house and playing with Bug

a spectacular home-cooked meal from my spouse

Basically she wants me to live in the moment and be committed to doing the best I can with what I have. Sometimes that’s medical care and sometimes that’s a nap and sometimes that’s finally getting a shoe rack put together in the entryway.

Hail the Bright Lady, who shines light on my choices. Do what you do with intent, whatever you do.

It seems kind of hard to believe that the month is almost over. It’s definitely time to be finalizing the daily prayers. I’m not sure whether I’ll type them up and make a little booklet for myself or copy them neatly into a notebook but either way they’ll be getting a ‘final’ version so I don’t have to keep flipping forward and back in my bullet journal every night.

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Mar. 26th, 2017 10:48 pm
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As of this evening, I am officially okay with eating almond products from a source that I trust not to be cross-contaminated.

Early in my time in Ohio, about 10 years ago by now, I had some allergy testing done which matched the testing I had done as a child and said that I was only allergic to peanuts and walnuts, not other nuts. The allergist recommended that I continue to avoid other nuts because of the risk of cross-contamination. Since then, I have not minded being around other nuts, or eating products that "may have traces" of them, but have avoided actually eating them.

Once when I was a child I accidentally ate something that contained almonds and I had no reaction.

So I've had good reason for some time to think that almonds are actually safe for me.

Recently I've been thinking that it would be really convenient if I could have almond products for various reasons. I decided to cautiously try almond milk some time when I could call emergency if I did turn out to have a reaction. (The almond milk is from a source that seems to be safe from cross-contamination.)

I followed through on that plan this evening. I cautiously tried progressively larger amounts of almond milk (starting with touching my tongue to the back of a spoon that had been dipped in a glass of almond milk, and progressing to drinking a few tablespoons of it - and then after the official experiment was over, I had some in my tea). I had no reaction, so almonds are now officially okay.

I will be extremely cautious about the source of any almond products, though. No almonds or almond products unless I can read the ingredients and they don't give any indication of possible cross-contamination.


I would also really like to find a source of non-cross-contaminated pine nuts. I've eaten pine nuts all along (initially under the impression that they did not qualify as tree nuts), but it's hard to find ones that aren't processed with other nuts. I think the last source I had for them was in Ohio.

Fidget Spinners

Mar. 27th, 2017 12:49 am
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 [personal profile] technoshaman tipped me to these clinical-grade fidget spinners.  Multiple shapes, colors, and bearing options.  
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Fandoms: Merlin (BBC), Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompts: Innocence, Science and Magic, Books are the Best Weapons, Day in the Life, Song Inspired

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Not in A Good Place

Mar. 26th, 2017 07:32 pm
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Between Trump's... "win", Quasi's death, work stress, the willpower needed to be aware of and keep track of everything the Republicans are trying to do to fuck this country over, unseasonable weather, my grandmother's multiple encounters with cancer since November, lack of quality social time, other work stress, and now the passing of [ profile] takaza, I could be somewhere much better mentally than I am.

It takes so much to keep fighting, and there are people who face this kind of fight every day when the world doesn't seem to be falling apart around them. Please let me be as strong as them.

What Went Right - 27 MAR 2017

Mar. 27th, 2017 07:39 am
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Bit rushed today, but still able to fit in three things which went right from my newsfeeds.

Earthquake rattles Darwin after striking 600km away in Banda Sea by Xavier La Canna (ABC Radio Darwin, Northern Territory)

A magnitude 5.3 earthquake in the Banda Sea rattled Darwin at about 4.44am (ACST), but isn't likely to have caused much damage.

Is Australia on the brink of becoming a completely cashless society? by Michael Edwards (ABC AM, Australia)

It's rumoured Australia could become a cashless society as early as 2020, with the Reserve Bank's roll-out of the NPP (New Payment Platform) happening today looking to be a big step in the process.

Study shows fibre supplements could be used as asthma treatment by Justine Kearney (ABC Australia)

A small preliminary study (with a sample group of 17 asthmatics) has had encouraging results with the use of soluble fibre supplements as a way of treating or controlling asthma. The researchers involved are now looking to broaden their study to a much wider sample group.

So there's my three for the day. If you've found an article in your news feed about what went right, why not share it in the comments to boost the signal?
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I've come up with a non-dairy comfort food.

1 medium butternut squash
4 medium small sweet potatoes
1 medium onion and a shallot
1/2 pound bacon
4 assorted somewhat hot peppers and a little hot sauce
garlic (Auntie Arwen's dried garlic mix)
some maple syrup, maybe a couple of tablespoons

I steamed the squash (20 minutes). I found that the skin was edible, which was convenient-- some people don't like the texture, but it's a pain to remove the skin. (Second thought, maybe it's worth the trouble to pick the skin out.)

Microwaved the potatoes.

Fried the bacon, then fried the chopped peppers and onions in the bacon grease.

Mashed the squash, potatoes, bacon, peppers, and onions together. That was when I decided it needed more heat and salt, and added a little hot sauce and the maple syrup.

This is pretty comforting as it is, but would be more comforting without the hot peppers. My original plan included collard greens, but I don't think they were necessary.

The hot peppers (one light orange and wrinkly, one good-sized dark green and with an oval cross section, a smaller dark green pepper which wasn't quit as oval, and a medium-sized dark red spherical pepper) were from a mixed bag from Whole Foods. They had an interesting variety ot flavors, but I'm not sure what to do with them-- I'm not bad at improvised cooking but they were beyond my level of subtlety.

I made this

Mar. 26th, 2017 11:00 pm
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This weekend I have made a thing! Which is neither for Worldcon nor the BSFA, unlike everything else I've been doing in the past 6 months.

moon box

Sustain, persist, ascend.

Mar. 26th, 2017 02:17 pm
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One brave green shoot pushes through the muck;
more will soon follow.
There will still be storytime at the library next week.
The librarian will still be found wearing a plush ladybug.
Somewhere, a child will move from baby to toddler
in pursuit of that bubble, just out of reach.

(Mostly written in early February.)
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A bit of errata on the micparts rk-47/990B kit microphone build report yesterday:

First, I didn’t mention that the board kit includes extra capacitors, to be used either for different capsules than I chose, or to tailor the response curve of the microphone. I went for flattest response, but I could’ve had more or less high-end responsiveness by choosing which included tone capacitors to use.

Second, I said that the “omni” switch setting probably wasn’t really going to be actually “omni,” but was more likely to be figure-eight or the like. This was in response to both the capsule design, grille design, and older pictures of the circuit board which appeared to indicate that. In testing, I discovered that I was mistaken – as you can see here, levels as seen in waveforms made by holding a tone generator at the four cardinal directions remain constant. But read on, after the graphs, because there’s a catch:

rk-47 set to omni, against tone generator at 30cm, front, right, rear, left positions

And here’s the same test, with the mic set to cardioid:

rk-47 set to cardioid, against tone generator at 30cm, front, right, rear, left positions

And here’s an M-Audio Nova, same conditions, for comparison:

nova, cardioid, against tone generator at 30cm, front, right, rear, left positions

The total pickup is certainly omnidirectional. But this is not a true basket head on this thing, there are support brackets on the left and right sides, and that does affect tone! High-end harmonics definitely fall off on the left and right sides.

So while it does qualify as an omnidirectional microphone in “omni” mode, I’d have to call it flawed in that mode, and use something else – like an Oktava 012 with the omnidirectional head, which is built for true omnidirectional pickup and does not exhibit this behaviour.

Alternately, I suppose it might be usable in that mode if you’re recording someone who is a tad screechy – aim the wrong side at the performer and presto, fewer high harmonics. EVERYBODY WINS XD

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Mar. 26th, 2017 07:21 pm
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Friday night supper: Gujerati khicchari.

Saturday breakfast rolls: the adaptable soft rolls: 2:2:1 strong white/wholemeal/dark rye flour, maple sugar, sour cherries.

Today's lunch: the gratin provencale thing, with sweet potatoes (I grossly overestimated the quantity of sweet potato I would need) and tapenade: with okra roasted in pumpkin seed oil and splashed with raspberry vinegar, cos lettuce dressed with lime juice, avocado oil, salt and pepper, and padron peppers.

Bread: Len Deighton's Mixed Wholemeal loaf from the Sunday Times Book of Bread: 3:1:1 wholemeal/strong white flour/mixture of medium oatmeal, medium cornmeal and bran, a little molasses, a dash of oil - v tasty.

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Mar. 26th, 2017 09:23 am
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I mean, sure, I woke up at 2:40 this morning and took aleve and then ate 3 cereal bars, but no really, my meal times are totally not fucked up... oh god i don't care what's in it, if i'm eating it before 10am, it counts as breakfast, not lunch.

like, thanks to sleeping pills, no real jet lag issues from the trip, but oh my god, meal times.

but, like, i can't blame the trip for all of this. i spent the early days of this cough (oh god it has early days and later days, that's how long this has gone on) with no real apetite and forcing myself to eat, so i guess now that i'm hungry for all of the things (but only certain textures, naturally) that's good.

fuck imma need to go out and buy more cereal bars. i don't wannnnnna go outside. i went outside yesterday.

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Mar. 26th, 2017 12:30 pm
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] robling_t!

Tables of 2017 Jukebox canons

Mar. 26th, 2017 11:39 pm
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See below the cut for all music sources. Thank you very much to everyone for following the nominations format carefully or for submitting links; I wasn't sure I'd be able to get these tables to you by (my) bedtime tonight, but I'm really pleased that I could, thanks to you.

The first table, ordered by song title, is alphabetised as carefully as I can manage. The second table, ordered by artist name, uses quick-and-dirty spreadsheet sorting alphabetization.

Please comment to let me know of any errors or to help me fill gaps in the tables. After at least 24 hours for perusal and corrections, I will open sign-ups.

Music ordered by name of song/video/piece )

Music ordered by name of artist )

Day 25 – A Dark Night

Mar. 26th, 2017 09:55 am
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It’d be a bit more thematically appropriate on the Dark Lady’s day, but Mondays are very bad days for minor spiritual breakdowns so Saturday is a perfectly fine choice. We were at the church tonight for social time and I stepped away after dark to call to Tzymir there in the darkest part of the yard.

Maybe it’s just because it’s Saturday and I get so little response from him, but when my kid woke up screaming from a nightmare, I found myself laying with her in the dark wondering if I was even accomplishing anything with this work, and then if the fact that I was wondering about it made me feel I hadn’t accomplished much at all toward  unpacking my hangups regarding warding.

I think, intellectually, I have made progress. I know I’m doing more and asking for more overall. But tonight I feel like I’m wandering aimlessly in Tzymir’s labyrinth and I’m not sure how to get out. Gonna ask Redbird in the morning if sleep doesn’t help.

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