|log (2003/07/25 to 2003/07/31)|
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
Linda Hope said the burial would be private... "My mother asked him where he wanted to be buried and he said, 'Surprise me."'
Speaking of comedy, I've heard from the Chief again (previous traffic). Apparently I've done all too good a job of convincing him I'm Nigerian. I wrote:
Sorry if my letter was not clear! Maybe I am not writing well! I want to be straight forward and square, OYA!
and then after a few days of silence wrote again:
I have not had an answer back from you! I am still interested about the stone. Did you get my letter?!
This got a reply, this time entirely in a size-six font, and underscored. The mail headers suggest he's using a yahoo mail account; I doubt that that's the default formatting, but you never know...
Intriguing, eh? I wonder what "sabo" means in this context. It seems to be a relatively common Nigerian proper noun, sometimes perhaps meaning "ghetto" or "slum". Or "sabo" for "saboteur"? I picked another Nigerian 419 spammer at random and replied asking what "sabo" means, but he hasn't replied for some reason. *8) I have written the Chief back to discuss the possibility of getting a white man collected.
Speaking of 419 scams, this story is priceless; the prankster apparently persuaded the scammer to send him 5 grams of gold. That'd be hard to beat.
- 5 for "naked pictures of helen"
Words we'd hoped never to hear: "We have your wife and daughter. If you want your family released, you know where to find us. Sincerely, the United States Army"
Spam subject line o' the day: "The Father of GH Secretagogues".
Chomsky: How do you think these wizards build gigantic towers and mighty fortresses? Where do they get the money? Keep in mind that I do not especially regard anyone, Saruman included, as an agent for progressivism. But obviously the pipe-weed operation that exists is the dominant influence in Middle Earth. It's not some ludicrous magical ring.
And even more worryingly:
The winner of the 2004 U. S. Presidential election will be Howard Dean or Wesley Clark (or President George W. Bush, should he order the combat use of nuclear weapons before November of 2004).
Whatever happened to metababy?
I have no inside sources of information here. It got pretty nasty toward the end; battling 'bots and all. So it may be another of them extended rest periods. You never know! (The Gallery is still up, although over time the images are gradually breaking and falling away, like the windows in an abandoned house.)
One of the responsibilities of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith is to watch over and protect the doctrine of the faith, so that the People of God may remain faithful to the teaching which has been received. At times, the Congregation must proceed to a doctrinal examination and point out, even by means of a public notification, the ambiguities and errors contained in widely-distributed works that may be harmful to the faith of the People of God, in order to make the necessary corrections.
Thanks to the kind readers who pointed me toward the secret place within the Windows volume control thing where you can fiddle with the recording level of the various audio inputs (double click the volume control in the tray-thing if you've got one, then do Options then Properties then select "Adjust Volume for Recording").
For some reason the Line In volume on this Thinkpad was way down. I turned it up, tried again the things I tried on Friday, and it worked! I recorded Joni Mitchell's "Carey" off of my "Blue" cassette, and various songs off of Eno and Cale's "Wrong Way Up". The quality is pretty poor (not sure if that's the audio system or the software or the ancientness of the tapes), and it's in mono (because Windows Sound Recorder doesn't do stereo as far as I can tell), so it's basically AM Radio quality, but that's really kind of fun.
On the other hand I found that my beaten-up tape of "Wrong Way Up" has a damaged patch in the middle of "Empty Frame"; so I've ordered a copy of the CD used from Amazon. (I also ordered "Ambient 3" and "Ambient 4" brand-new, in a fit of madness, and bought Radiohead's "OK Computer" at the local fye just to see what all the fuss was about (I'm not sure yet); must lower music-buying rate!)
(I also converted a few of my favorites from my own algorithmic composition portfolio from MIDI to mp3 via the rather complicated route through iMovie, and added those to the iPod. Every iPod should hold at least a couple of songs written by its owner!)
There was a long line of cars in front of me,
While doing the recordings from tape I was of course bopping around the Web reading about the songs. On one page I found lots of juicy stuff and extended quotes from Eno about some of the songs, including the wonderful story behind the very enigmatic lyrics to "Cordoba" (reminding me why I think I was Brian Eno in a relatively recent life), and some thoughts about different kinds of music:
There are so many rock songs with "I do this", "I want", "I need", "I woke up this morning", "I gotta get next to you, girl" - that kind of thing, "I gotta feel your body". And I've always said, I don't want to write songs like that, 'relationship songs' I call them. So I had this idea, I didn't want to write songs that started with "I". I didn't want to write songs that ended with "you" - that was the other thing I didn't want. And I didn't want "love" in between. So I didn't want "I love you" as a message, how ever it was filled out and disguised. I didn't want that as a message.
I've felt a few times lately, listening to the iPod on shuffle, that the rotation is starting to get cluttered up with something like what Eno's calling "relationship songs" here, and I don't, or don't always, like that. I like music that's trying to do something "that is maybe original". Which isn't to say that I don't enjoy a good relationship song, too, or a good teen angst song, or a good ridin' down the highway song.
Maybe the next playlist I put together ought to be "maybe original". I've been thinking about that same idea under the name "edge" for awhile. If they're both actually the same idea.
Maybe I'll eventually start to figure out this music stuff.
If I don't get distracted...
Today we'll have just large swathes (swathes?) of text written by other people. Hey, at least it's different!
On the subject of getting music from these dusty old cassettes to the iPod, a certain digital medievalist passes on thoughts in the Mac context:
Subject: Analog to Digital
Thanks! That iMic looks useful (and since it's not actually made by Apple it doesn't cost like fifty bucks for the unit itself and another twenty for the wires, sheesh). Bizarre that the iBook doesn't have any sort of microphone or line-in port built in, really.
A certain relative weighs in from the Wintel side:
You asked about converting analog music to digital. I do it all the time. I've been converting audio tapes to cd's for quite some time.
I figured I'd play around with that a little, just using Sound Recorder in Windows to record a single song. Well, it turns out that the one working cassette player in the house has RCA jacks for Line Out. So I went to Radio Shack and bought a "stereo RCA plugs to stereo mini plug" cable (one can never have too many different audio cables), and I was able to hook things together. But then it turns out that the microphone input on the Thinkpad here has way too much amplification, and Sound Recorder records mammoth distortion if I plug the miniplug in there. On the other hand the other plug, the one that seems to be Line In, has not nearly enough amplification, and Sound Recorder records the tiniest wisp of sound, which can actually be heard only if you turn it up so loud that various hisses and random Brownian noise are clearly audible.
So that didn't work! Maybe I'll order the iMic from Amazon. Or maybe I need to get a more modern cassette player. Or both.
An evil person writes:
Dear eBay member.
This is of course one of those password-stealing scams that have been around forever and have made the media recently. But the grammar of this one was so amazingly bad that I felt moved to record it. Remove me away from their site system, will they?
Feeling all grubby and materialistic and (worse) contingent so far, we will close with an amazing poem, seen on Alamut (who still doesn't seem to have useable permalinks to current entries); it's also on the Web in various other places, and now here also.