I got my new computer up and running again. It's not pretty by any means, but it's stable and it works. And that's the important thing for now. I'll be much happier when I get a copy of XP on there and I can use the full capabilites of the video card and motherboard, but at least I can get around now.
Tim Gerak from Six Parts Seven has agreed to mix the music I recorded for The Becky Adams EP. So, at long last, I should have an official product. That will make me very happy. In the meantime, I have to finish breaking out the tracks into .wav files for export, which means I need a copy of XP ASAP. I can't really do any serious work until I have that in hand and have my new machine fully functional.
Also, I'm trying to get my new recording equipment fully operational as well. I've got a work-around solution for present, but I have some connectivity issues to overcome still. It'll work though.
I'm not sure what to do about a job yet, although my days in Alva are definitely numbered. Maybe I'll move to the Antari system and join the Separatists.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Oiiii-yaaaaaaa!!!!
I think I'm going to go crazy! aaaah!! Stupid new computer things with buttons and cables and dysfunctional problems!
aiyayayayayayayayayay.
I got everything for my new computer now, got it all up and running, and then found out that the motherboard and video card don't support windows 2000. Oh, it'll work alright. But not well.
I tried to go ahead and just get the data from my old harddrives onto the new harddrive so I could at least put my backup project to bed, but no dice. No sir. Not yet. Apparently, getting this thing to recognize both my SATA and PATA drives is just *tooo* complicated. Aargghh! I feel like an angry man with a hammer...a hammer made out of glass. What the hell good does that do anybody!?! Wah! I think I'm going to eat my shorts!
Anyway, the upshot is that I need a new OS, and possibly need to just spring for a external hdd enclosure and just transfer through USB. Might end up saving me loads of hassle. But that means waiting... waiting!! Waiting!!! What has this world come to!! I have to wait to accomplish anything!?!!? Non, ce n'est pas possible!! Ce n'est pa la vie! Rome was too built in a day!! I pay my taxes, you know!!! I'm going to go suck on my silver spoon!
aiyayayayayayayayayay.
I got everything for my new computer now, got it all up and running, and then found out that the motherboard and video card don't support windows 2000. Oh, it'll work alright. But not well.
I tried to go ahead and just get the data from my old harddrives onto the new harddrive so I could at least put my backup project to bed, but no dice. No sir. Not yet. Apparently, getting this thing to recognize both my SATA and PATA drives is just *tooo* complicated. Aargghh! I feel like an angry man with a hammer...a hammer made out of glass. What the hell good does that do anybody!?! Wah! I think I'm going to eat my shorts!
Anyway, the upshot is that I need a new OS, and possibly need to just spring for a external hdd enclosure and just transfer through USB. Might end up saving me loads of hassle. But that means waiting... waiting!! Waiting!!! What has this world come to!! I have to wait to accomplish anything!?!!? Non, ce n'est pas possible!! Ce n'est pa la vie! Rome was too built in a day!! I pay my taxes, you know!!! I'm going to go suck on my silver spoon!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
521 prompt - Sept. 4
there was this pause.
"It's unclear," he thought, aloud. "Maybe it's not as I'm putting it."
He put down his pen, re-crossed his legs, and felt the greenness of the grass underneath them this time. There was an undercurrent, a similarity, a livingness to these green things that said they were not brown. They had not died, and he noticed it now.
He looked up and paused at the expanse of terrain before him. Yellow flowers in with the grass at the top of the crest, the pause of the drop and the continue of the green and yellow down to skirt the plateaus that arose at the edges and then on beyond to the mud and waters in the middle. A slow trail from animals leading toward the waters just knowable to the left.
"Perhaps this is not as simple as I'm describing."
The assignment had been clear. He was to author a chapter on carrying capacity for an upcoming edition of Rosewill's Ecology. He had been glad for the opportunity to make a little extra doing writing beyond the pages and pages of course notes and lab procedures. Resources were simple mathematics and he had looked forward to the break.
This morning had been nice, and so he had put aside the mathematics in order to spend a little time looking in the eyes of the enemy. It was only half an hours walk, yet he felt many miles from the straight corners of the office. The steno pad had been simply for any insights into what he'd begun at the office. But the winds had changed direction and the scene looked different now.
He uncrossed his legs, set the pen in his shirt pocket, paused, then rolled slowly up, sighed absent-mindedly, and began walking back.
It was time for some Postum.
"It's unclear," he thought, aloud. "Maybe it's not as I'm putting it."
He put down his pen, re-crossed his legs, and felt the greenness of the grass underneath them this time. There was an undercurrent, a similarity, a livingness to these green things that said they were not brown. They had not died, and he noticed it now.
He looked up and paused at the expanse of terrain before him. Yellow flowers in with the grass at the top of the crest, the pause of the drop and the continue of the green and yellow down to skirt the plateaus that arose at the edges and then on beyond to the mud and waters in the middle. A slow trail from animals leading toward the waters just knowable to the left.
"Perhaps this is not as simple as I'm describing."
The assignment had been clear. He was to author a chapter on carrying capacity for an upcoming edition of Rosewill's Ecology. He had been glad for the opportunity to make a little extra doing writing beyond the pages and pages of course notes and lab procedures. Resources were simple mathematics and he had looked forward to the break.
This morning had been nice, and so he had put aside the mathematics in order to spend a little time looking in the eyes of the enemy. It was only half an hours walk, yet he felt many miles from the straight corners of the office. The steno pad had been simply for any insights into what he'd begun at the office. But the winds had changed direction and the scene looked different now.
He uncrossed his legs, set the pen in his shirt pocket, paused, then rolled slowly up, sighed absent-mindedly, and began walking back.
It was time for some Postum.
521 prompt - Aug. 28
Step in.
breathe
Address. Express, being.
follow and lead.
measure, but shortly.
call
respond
again, again
brushstroke, handstroke, visage, step
wait
shortly, but measured
leading and follow
Being, expressed.
Addressed.
breathe
(FINI)
breathe
Address. Express, being.
follow and lead.
measure, but shortly.
call
respond
again, again
brushstroke, handstroke, visage, step
wait
shortly, but measured
leading and follow
Being, expressed.
Addressed.
breathe
(FINI)
And so, on an autumn day, two thousand and eight years counted past the birth of Jesus the Christ...
I've been intrigued by Ben's prompt writing from his 521 Romantic Ecology (which is, somewhat sadly, not the same as Ecology of Romance) graduate course, and due to his graciously sending me a link to the prompts, I shall now commence to haphazardly address these prompts.
For those scoring at home, see:
http://www.wsu.edu/~deblee/EcologyFall2008/blogs.html
cheers,
mike
For those scoring at home, see:
http://www.wsu.edu/~deblee/EcologyFall2008/blogs.html
cheers,
mike
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Boutiques and Bibles
Tonight I took a walk in the early night air around the turnarounds of my parent's neighborhood. It was a perfect night, cool and full of stars. I didn't bother putting on shoes because sometimes it's not worth the time and effort of finding them and putting them on.
I thought about why using the Bible as a template for living and decision making can sometimes be a bad thing. This being juxtaposed to just doing what you think is right or a good idea. I've thought about this before, but something new came to mind tonight. I think that the Bible acts like a connect-the-dots picture describing life and God and everything. It gives the boundaries , but it doesn't give the details. In order to understand the details, you have to actually live with God, you have to relate to, and with, him. God is the one we are to know, love, serve, and project. The Bible is not God. It outlines God, to be sure. There are not gaps in the outline. But it doesn't spend much time on the details. And I think a lot of people, myself included, end up serving the outline rather than the whole. This explains why so many things in life don't seem to fit. If an alien only ever saw my silhouette, they would never understand what a tooth was. They might know it related to me but they wouldn't know how. Of course, if they asked, I could tell them. But without that relationship, they'd be clueless.
Since I lost my job at the salt flat, I've been wondering what to do about a career pursuit. I've thought about performing music, I've thought about doing non-profit work, I've thought about going back to Davey tree, I've thought about environmental/biology work, but I don't know what a good direction is. I've no doubts that whatever I choose now will end up morphing later, but what to choose now...? Tonight, I thought about microphone design. I've ordered an output transformer for my ribbon mic, as an upgrade, and I've been thinking that I might be able to just build more ribbon mics. They are extremely simple designs, so it would be a great place to start.
I found someone who hopefully can mix and master the music I recorded for the Becky Adams EP. Tim Gerak, from Six Parts Seven, has been building a nice studio in Highland Square, and I think he's a good choice. Cheap, but he has a good amount of experience. I'm really hoping this will work out. I wrote him an e-mail, we'll see what happens.
-mike
I thought about why using the Bible as a template for living and decision making can sometimes be a bad thing. This being juxtaposed to just doing what you think is right or a good idea. I've thought about this before, but something new came to mind tonight. I think that the Bible acts like a connect-the-dots picture describing life and God and everything. It gives the boundaries , but it doesn't give the details. In order to understand the details, you have to actually live with God, you have to relate to, and with, him. God is the one we are to know, love, serve, and project. The Bible is not God. It outlines God, to be sure. There are not gaps in the outline. But it doesn't spend much time on the details. And I think a lot of people, myself included, end up serving the outline rather than the whole. This explains why so many things in life don't seem to fit. If an alien only ever saw my silhouette, they would never understand what a tooth was. They might know it related to me but they wouldn't know how. Of course, if they asked, I could tell them. But without that relationship, they'd be clueless.
Since I lost my job at the salt flat, I've been wondering what to do about a career pursuit. I've thought about performing music, I've thought about doing non-profit work, I've thought about going back to Davey tree, I've thought about environmental/biology work, but I don't know what a good direction is. I've no doubts that whatever I choose now will end up morphing later, but what to choose now...? Tonight, I thought about microphone design. I've ordered an output transformer for my ribbon mic, as an upgrade, and I've been thinking that I might be able to just build more ribbon mics. They are extremely simple designs, so it would be a great place to start.
I found someone who hopefully can mix and master the music I recorded for the Becky Adams EP. Tim Gerak, from Six Parts Seven, has been building a nice studio in Highland Square, and I think he's a good choice. Cheap, but he has a good amount of experience. I'm really hoping this will work out. I wrote him an e-mail, we'll see what happens.
-mike
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Well, it's that time again. It's time to blog. It's time to blog a lot. It's time to blog a lot because I'm once again jobless. Yes, these are the days I'll look back upon fondly and think, "what in the world was i doing back then and why isn't my life as awesome now." Naw, with any sort of grace at all, I won't be saying that. In fact, let's make sure I'm not.
I bought a Mackie 1202 VLZ3 mixer off Ebay this week, and for some reason I'm having a hard time remembering, I also bought a $20 guitar amp. I still need to buy a transformer upgrade for the ribbon mic I bought on Ebay a few months ago. Once I do all these things, plus a few more, I may have a half decent sounding recording set-up. Which I will hopefully use well. Now if only I had a room with 15 foot ceilings and a piano.
I also found out today that Tim Gerak from Six Parts Seven has opened up a nice recording studio in Highland Square, Akron, where I used to be, and is offering mastering prices I can afford. So, that's on the burner as well.
I'm almost (almost being a long way from anywhere in particular) done with turning the Audacity projects from two years ago into wav files for export for mixing purposes, so hopefully I will finally, finally, finally have some official output by the new year.
Cheers!
I bought a Mackie 1202 VLZ3 mixer off Ebay this week, and for some reason I'm having a hard time remembering, I also bought a $20 guitar amp. I still need to buy a transformer upgrade for the ribbon mic I bought on Ebay a few months ago. Once I do all these things, plus a few more, I may have a half decent sounding recording set-up. Which I will hopefully use well. Now if only I had a room with 15 foot ceilings and a piano.
I also found out today that Tim Gerak from Six Parts Seven has opened up a nice recording studio in Highland Square, Akron, where I used to be, and is offering mastering prices I can afford. So, that's on the burner as well.
I'm almost (almost being a long way from anywhere in particular) done with turning the Audacity projects from two years ago into wav files for export for mixing purposes, so hopefully I will finally, finally, finally have some official output by the new year.
Cheers!
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