dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 04:29pm on 2007-07-25 under ,

Dear self,

Try to remember that there is a difference between "that's not supposed to hurt" and "I usually get away with that", and try not to feel persecuted when hot skillet + hot oil + hot food + using-fingertips-instead-of-spatula[*] results in the sensation of pain; especially when your "touched a hot thing" reflex is still quick enough that there was no actual skin damage.

Dear ankle,

Please stop bleeding, will you? I promise to never buy that brand of razor again. And I'd like to walk over to the pharmacy now, before they close at five.

Dear universe,

Can I get away with a small time-warp, please, maybe an extra three or four hours today or tomorrow?

Dear Perrrine,

Can I apologize in advance for subjecting you to a car ride later?

-- me

[I can usually get away with that when flipping bread-constrained things like one-eyed jacks and sometimes grilled cheese sandwiches; I'm not talking about an omelette or sautéed mushrooms -- even my fingertips don't go that far. But I did learn to toast a marshmallow barehanded over a campfire in high school (for no other reason than showing off, of course).

dglenn: Kickdrum (bass drum) with sneakers on the side legs (kickdrum)
'Paid attention in high school' quizmeme )

Today's an achy day. *sigh* Fortunately I was feeling well enough yesterday to pick up a few essentials at the drug store (yow, when I have to buy my OTC meds, including Prilosec, things add up in a right hurry -- quite a hit to the bank account), so I don't desperately need to hike anywhere tonight or tomorrow. I did manage to get in a couple hours of practice for a gig at Pennsic and get ahold of my mother by phone to hear how her trip to China with my sister had gone (I now have a newly-adopted niece).

Last night I fit a temporary nut in the electric mandolin (to replace the one that broke Friday. I figured I might get away with wood since there's a "zeroth fret", but the narrow spacing between the paired strings of each course makes for awfully fragile fingers of wood separating the strings of each pair. Sure enough, despite trying to avoid imposing any lateral stresses while installing it, I knocked off the bit of wood between the A strings. So those two strings are currently being held apart by a folded-up piece of cardboard. If it holds until I can get the bone nut blank cut in half and shaped (most likely after Pennsic, though if I can get it cut to the right size before Pennsic, shaping it and cutting the grooves will be a reasonable while-sitting-around-camp-shooting-the-breeze project) then at least I'll still be able to practice. I ordered a pre-grooved plastic nut online, which may or may not wind up having the right spacing for this mandolin -- if it does, it saves me a lot of rather annoying work; if not, it goes into the random parts bin and didn't cost very much.

I did tune up one of the other mandolins, a round-back, but the neck started tilting forward and opened a gap where it attaches to the body ... I think I can get enough glue into the gap, but I haven't yet figured out how to clamp or weight the thing while the glue sets. If I can solve that problem before the end of tomorrow, I can leave it to set and cure and dry very thoroughly while I'm off at Baitcon. I'm hoping that this style can be repaired effectively at that spot, since it was a similar failure that did in the mandolin that I really liked (it was much easier to play than the electric). Of course, then I get to worry whether the dry, cracked soundboard on the round-back will hold up.

Hmm. I wonder whether the instrument that appears to be a triple-strung mandolin is actually built strong enough to withstand the tension of twelve strings ... and whether there's enough room on that fingerboard to play it that way. I should've picked up extra strings last week when I was out in Catonsville. (It looks like a late-19th/early-20th Century style round-back mandolin body (I don't think this specific instrument is that old), with an elongated head and six-on-a-side tuners like a 12-string guitar, and a very shallow wooden nut with twelve faint grooves in four sets of three. At the moment it has six ancient strings on it and the broken ends of two more.

I still want a mandola and a solid-body electric mandolin someday (I've seen a Fender solid-body but it only had four strings rather than eight), but at the moment I'll settle for getting one of the ordinary mandolins into proper condition. (The electric with the nut problem is a regular modern teardrop arched-top-and-back design with f-holes -- i.e. not a bowl-back but not a Flatiron or a Flatiron-clone -- with a coil pickup and a couple of knobs, and an extra-thick soundboard (to reduce feedback, I presume) which makes it difficult to get much volume out of when it's not plugged in. I'm counting it as an "ordinary mandolin" because it's basically a modified modern acoustic mandolin, and that's what it sounds like plugged in or unplugged.)

While I'm thinking of instrument repairs and instruments-needing-repair, I should go downstairs and take the oud out of the winter coat that serves as its case, and check whether the repairs that I made just before Conterpoint are still holding up.

And while I'm thinking about broken-things, I'll take a moment to natter about the frustration of having broken my box-cutter today[*]. It's on my fretting hand, so it won't affect my playing (I also refer to it as my "spare nail"), but I always forget, until I've had to cut it off, just how often I use it without thinking. I just tried to check something on my PDA, which was lying next to my left hand, and rather than bothering to take out the stylus for a mere couple of taps, I automatically tried to use my thumbnail. The thumb-tip doesn't work as well as the thumb-nail, not precise enough. Feh. But the guitar-picks are all intact, and that matters a whole lot more.

I'm still thinking about what I didn't like about the doctor I saw last week and what I should try to make clear to the doctor who will become my regular physician when I see her for the first time just after Pennsic.

This weekend, Baitcon; then a short week to get everything lined up to be ready for Pennsic.

While I was finishing this up, I heard an Arabber go by, up Fulton Ave. I'm not used to seeing them right around here (usually farther north or east) but this makes three times in the last month and a half that I've noticed. This time he was singing. If one has made my intersection part of his route home, I'll have to start keeping an eye out, especially while I'm without a car. (I didn't get a good look at what he had. I saw bananas and maybe canteloupes, no watermelons this time, and I'm not sure what else. I would've gone and bought a canteloupe, but I would've had to pause to throw on clothes -- hey, it was a hot day and I gotta maximize the effect of the electric fans blowing across my skin, don't I? -- and he was on his way someplace (presumably the stable), not stopping to set up and sell. But he must have a selling-spot not too terribly far from here in the afternoons.)

[*] Well, not just a box-cutter, obviously. I recall the time I startled my boss by using it to cut drywall[**] -- it was her own suggestion, but she'd meant it as a joke; I looked at my hands, realized my thumbnail was long enough to be useful, and jabbed it into the drywall and started sawing. Basically, it's the "everything I don't want to risk damaging one of my guitar-picks on" nail. The other nails on my left hand have to be short for fretting.

[**] A slightly unpleasant sensation, yes, but not anything like nails-on-a-chalkboard intense, and I only needed to cut a few inches. And yes, my nails are naturally that strong -- I've got acrylic on the three that take the most wear from strumming and thin spots near the tips of the other two that show why the acrylic is needed; the left thumbnail is the one that shows my natural nail thickness.

dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)

Made it to pharmacy. Made it to nail salon after very annoying wait for wrong bus due to misinformation. Stopped at Appalachian Bluegrass for a nut blank because the slot for the bottom string on the mandolin I was practicing on while waiting for buses crumbled. (Blank is way bigger than I need; gonna have to cut it lengthwise. Anybody local have a band saw and not mind the smell of bone dust too badly?) Stopped at grocery on the way back. Am very tired.

Especially annoying numbers of rude, immature people out and about today. Funny thing, when I hear people laughing and turn around and see a cameraphone pointed at me (with such an exaggerated gesture that it seems my seeing them is half the point), and I bring an SLR to my eye pointed back at them, people freak out. Dayum, either it's acceptable behaviour or it's not, idjits; make up your minds! But suddenly I go from curiosity to something-to-flee once the lens is aimed at them.

Have lined up rides for tomorrow. Tried to avoid pushing myself so hard today that I'll be too beat to cope tomorrow, but with the amount of walking required because of where the bus lines do and don't go, and just being Out And Active fort so long, I'm pretty darned beat. Hope I didn't push toooo hard. Gotta manage to be functional Sunday as well!

Want ABC 2.0 <-> MusicXML converter. Found an ABC 1.6-> MusicXML tool, but a) it dropped three measures when I tested it, b) it barfs on V: tags, and c) the source seems to have been lost and the author is unreachable. Half a mind to start banging one out in C (and wondering whether I could to the MusicXML->ABC direction as a 'sed' script), but already have Too Many Projects in the queue so should try a little longer to find existing tool maintained by Somebody Not Me. Also want shareware or o-s OMR (aka 'music OCR'); closest I've found is 30-day free evaluation of $190 program. Will try that, but will try to time the start of the eval period to maximize usefulness. (Probably worth $190, if I had the spare dough for that sort of thing.

Have found annoying amounds of ABC FUD on chat boards while Googling for tools, as well as an awful lot of "since I don't need that, I can't imagine it's of use to anyone else on the planet either; they should just all use the same proprietary notation tool that I do" attitudes. Feh.

Doh! Should remember to ask about XML conversion on ABC mailing list!

Tentative lead on Volvo wagon. More news ifwhen more news exists.

Difference between now and the long-tiny-nested-paren paragraph before, is today I realize I'm this tired.

Perrine is much more tolerant than I thought she'd be, of the "cat-on-keyboard bad, so if you choose to occupy keyboard zone, it's keyboard-on-cat" rule I've instituted. Though her acceptance or disgusted departure depends somewhat on my typing speed.

I do wish she'd tell me where she hid the mouse I can smell rotting. *sigh*

dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)

Made it to pharmacy. Made it to nail salon after very annoying wait for wrong bus due to misinformation. Stopped at Appalachian Bluegrass for a nut blank because the slot for the bottom string on the mandolin I was practicing on while waiting for buses crumbled. (Blank is way bigger than I need; gonna have to cut it lengthwise. Anybody local have a band saw and not mind the smell of bone dust too badly?) Stopped at grocery on the way back. Am very tired.

Especially annoying numbers of rude, immature people out and about today. Funny thing, when I hear people laughing and turn around and see a cameraphone pointed at me (with such an exaggerated gesture that it seems my seeing them is half the point), and I bring an SLR to my eye pointed back at them, people freak out. Dayum, either it's acceptable behaviour or it's not, idjits; make up your minds! But suddenly I go from curiosity to something-to-flee once the lens is aimed at them.

Have lined up rides for tomorrow. Tried to avoid pushing myself so hard today that I'll be too beat to cope tomorrow, but with the amount of walking required because of where the bus lines do and don't go, and just being Out And Active fort so long, I'm pretty darned beat. Hope I didn't push toooo hard. Gotta manage to be functional Sunday as well!

Want ABC 2.0 <-> MusicXML converter. Found an ABC 1.6-> MusicXML tool, but a) it dropped three measures when I tested it, b) it barfs on V: tags, and c) the source seems to have been lost and the author is unreachable. Half a mind to start banging one out in C (and wondering whether I could to the MusicXML->ABC direction as a 'sed' script), but already have Too Many Projects in the queue so should try a little longer to find existing tool maintained by Somebody Not Me. Also want shareware or o-s OMR (aka 'music OCR'); closest I've found is 30-day free evaluation of $190 program. Will try that, but will try to time the start of the eval period to maximize usefulness. (Probably worth $190, if I had the spare dough for that sort of thing.

Have found annoying amounds of ABC FUD on chat boards while Googling for tools, as well as an awful lot of "since I don't need that, I can't imagine it's of use to anyone else on the planet either; they should just all use the same proprietary notation tool that I do" attitudes. Feh.

Doh! Should remember to ask about XML conversion on ABC mailing list!

Tentative lead on Volvo wagon. More news ifwhen more news exists.

Difference between now and the long-tiny-nested-paren paragraph before, is today I realize I'm this tired.

Perrine is much more tolerant than I thought she'd be, of the "cat-on-keyboard bad, so if you choose to occupy keyboard zone, it's keyboard-on-cat" rule I've instituted. Though her acceptance or disgusted departure depends somewhat on my typing speed.

I do wish she'd tell me where she hid the mouse I can smell rotting. *sigh*

dglenn: Me in poufy shirt, kilt, and Darth Vader mask, playing a bouzouki (vader)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 02:34pm on 2007-07-10 under

Brief thunderstorm, dropped the miserable temperature four or five degrees F, made lots of noise ...

And in the one strike that made things flicker, every device I've checked so far[*] came through without a problem, except one:

The file server rebooted. I'm running the fsck script now. (*taps foot impatiently*) The bedroom Linux box doesn't seem to have been affected directly, but suddenly any app that was touching a file from downstairs became unresponsive.

I'd been meaning to stick a UPS on the file server the next time it was powered down for any reason. I just hope the scavenged UPS that I plugged it into a few minutes ago is in good enough shape to do the job.

(This is a mere annoyance, not a Real Problem. I just find the notion that the only machine at all to hiccup was the one that all the other boxes complain about not being able to find.)

[*] I haven't checked the clocks on the VCRs yet, nor tried to ping my housemate's computers. But I do expect the file server to turn out to be the only device that glitched.

[Make that a nine degree drop in temperature -- it continued to fall after I'd posted this. Much less miserable now.]

dglenn: Me in poufy shirt, kilt, and Darth Vader mask, playing a bouzouki (vader)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 02:32pm on 2007-07-10 under

Brief thunderstorm, dropped the miserable temperature four or five degrees F, made lots of noise ...

And in the one strike that made things flicker, every device I've checked so far[*] came through without a problem, except one:

The file server rebooted. I'm running the fsck script now. (*taps foot impatiently*) The bedroom Linux box doesn't seem to have been affected directly, but suddenly any app that was touching a file from downstairs became unresponsive.

I'd been meaning to stick a UPS on the file server the next time it was powered down for any reason. I just hope the scavenged UPS that I plugged it into a few minutes ago is in good enough shape to do the job.

(This is a mere annoyance, not a Real Problem. I just find the notion that the only machine at all to hiccup was the one that all the other boxes complain about not being able to find.)

[*] I haven't checked the clocks on the VCRs yet, nor tried to ping my housemate's computers. But I do expect the file server to turn out to be the only device that glitched.

[Make that a nine degree drop in temperature -- it continued to fall after I'd posted this. Much less miserable now.]

dglenn: Perrine (fluffy silver tabby) yawning, animated (yawn2)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 02:45am on 2007-07-07 under , ,

Ow ow dammit ow.

Forty minutes or so ago, Perrine leapt over my legs to join me on the bed but misjudged, catching my foot with one of her hind claws and digging in to compensate for having landed off balance. While I was trying to get by toe out from under her, she was trying to push harder to get the rest of the way onto the bed. So the contact was rather more prolonged than most cat scratches, and there was a lot of force ...

And she got me on my big toe right at the [expletive]ing edge of my [expletive]ing toenail, slicing me from about the middle of the trailing edge to halfway up one side of the nail.

I've gotten tired of holding pressure on it (it's not bleeding quickly, just doesn't want to stop -- because of the geometry of the area, I guess) so let's see how it does with some antibacterial ointment and some first-aid tape wrapped as tightly as I can manage (yes, the pink under the toenail fills right away again if pinch my toe to check the circulation). I hit it with peroxide and alcohol right away, less from fear of infection (though, come to think of it, I wonder how recently that paw was in the litter box) than from a desire to wash away or neutralize allergens as much as possible. 'Cause this is going to be a really [expletive]ing annoying spot to have that allergy-itch going at the same time as the after-the-initial-ouch pain of a cut in an awkward place. (I wasn't sure whether to reach for the cortizone ointment instead of the antibacterial ointment; if it's itching too badly later, I'll wash off the one and replace it with t'other, but so far it's itching less than expected, so I guess the peroxide did some good (alcohol alone isn't usually this effective) -- I didn't know whether to expect it to help or not, so I figured I may as well try it.)

I love my cat, and I like the fact that she likes to be near me, but damn, I wish she hadn't sliced me open right there -- a few millimeters would have made this less than half as annoying (though still a pain). And it's not like I can scold her for it, because I don't think she's even aware what her hind foot was doing to me, what her claw was digging into, and I know she didn't do it on purpose. So, no outlet for my frustration other than swearing ("the last refuge of the inarticulate motherfucker", as a friend at university used to say) and venting here.

So much for being about to fall asleep. And -- ugh -- now I'm getting referred pain to the other side of the toe. :-(

Oh -- and yes, this is the same foot with the sliced up pinkie-toe. Hmph. (And if my doctor tells me I should "always" be wearing shoes or slippers, c'mon, I was in bed, dammit.

And I'd already had a bad day because of not getting enough sleep last night, and having to wear earplugs most of the day because my ears were being way to sensitive to traffic sounds. *grumble*

dglenn: Perrine (fluffy silver tabby) yawning, animated (yawn2)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 02:43am on 2007-07-07 under , ,

Ow ow dammit ow.

Forty minutes or so ago, Perrine leapt over my legs to join me on the bed but misjudged, catching my foot with one of her hind claws and digging in to compensate for having landed off balance. While I was trying to get by toe out from under her, she was trying to push harder to get the rest of the way onto the bed. So the contact was rather more prolonged than most cat scratches, and there was a lot of force ...

And she got me on my big toe right at the [expletive]ing edge of my [expletive]ing toenail, slicing me from about the middle of the trailing edge to halfway up one side of the nail.

I've gotten tired of holding pressure on it (it's not bleeding quickly, just doesn't want to stop -- because of the geometry of the area, I guess) so let's see how it does with some antibacterial ointment and some first-aid tape wrapped as tightly as I can manage (yes, the pink under the toenail fills right away again if pinch my toe to check the circulation). I hit it with peroxide and alcohol right away, less from fear of infection (though, come to think of it, I wonder how recently that paw was in the litter box) than from a desire to wash away or neutralize allergens as much as possible. 'Cause this is going to be a really [expletive]ing annoying spot to have that allergy-itch going at the same time as the after-the-initial-ouch pain of a cut in an awkward place. (I wasn't sure whether to reach for the cortizone ointment instead of the antibacterial ointment; if it's itching too badly later, I'll wash off the one and replace it with t'other, but so far it's itching less than expected, so I guess the peroxide did some good (alcohol alone isn't usually this effective) -- I didn't know whether to expect it to help or not, so I figured I may as well try it.)

I love my cat, and I like the fact that she likes to be near me, but damn, I wish she hadn't sliced me open right there -- a few millimeters would have made this less than half as annoying (though still a pain). And it's not like I can scold her for it, because I don't think she's even aware what her hind foot was doing to me, what her claw was digging into, and I know she didn't do it on purpose. So, no outlet for my frustration other than swearing ("the last refuge of the inarticulate motherfucker", as a friend at university used to say) and venting here.

So much for being about to fall asleep. And -- ugh -- now I'm getting referred pain to the other side of the toe. :-(

Oh -- and yes, this is the same foot with the sliced up pinkie-toe. Hmph. (And if my doctor tells me I should "always" be wearing shoes or slippers, c'mon, I was in bed, dammit.

And I'd already had a bad day because of not getting enough sleep last night, and having to wear earplugs most of the day because my ears were being way to sensitive to traffic sounds. *grumble*

dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)

Nearly everything I've managed to accomplish since returning from Conterpoint, I've done in the last six hours. But hey, I did at least get something done -- the drums are moved away from the basement door, so I can do laundry once I catch my breath; there's finally a path to the vacuum cleaner that I'm too exhausted to use; and what's done and not done... )

My back, alas, is killing me. And I'm tired, and haven't been able to sleep well all week (the weather finally broke but then my legs started doing their almost-cramping-won't-let-me-sleep thing, state of D'Glenn, more detail if you care for it )

Earlier today, I was depressed because ... )

Fortunately one of the important differences (the most important difference?) between acute situational depression and endogenous chemical depression is that with the former you have at least a fighting chance of being able to pull yourself out of it (or even just wait it out). That doesn't work with the years-long, brain-chemistry-glitched, "no good reason for it" type of depression, which is, ironically, usually the only kind that lasts long enough for anyone else to think of giving you the terribly broken advice to "pull yourself out of it". The kind of depression that advice might (or might not, but it's worth trying) work for, doesn't seem to naturally last long enough for your friends to get impatient enough to say things like that, as far as I can tell. (As usual, I welcome corrections from my friends with actual psych training if I'm way off the mark here. Right now I'm trying to remember whether "just like depression but doesn't last very long" is technically called a brief, mild form of depression, or "technically not depression because it doesn't last long enough". Maybe if I'd had more sleep ...)

I identified the condition, ... )

, wallowed in self-pity a little while, convinced myself to give in to a pizza craving and ordered one delivered (and with the "difficulty making decisions" symptom being rather pronounced, that took a while), and picked a single task/problem -- fitting the drums into the living room -- to get stubborn at. Now I'm no longer depressed; I'm just in a kind of bad mood. If I can get a reasonable-ish amount of sleep tonight, I should be in a vastly better mood tomorrow. All the more so if I actually feel well enough to walk to the drug store and back (is the pharmacy counter open on Sundays?). managing to keep perfectionism in check, and benefits of doing so )

(As some of my friends have noticed to their annoyance, I pretty much suck at accepting help. It's a flaw I've been struggling with for a long time. Progress is slow, but I do recognize the need to improve.)

In other news, the toe I sliced up is healing, and I haven't noticed any frightening smells when changing the bandage yet; it was deeper even than I'd realized, so it's taking a while for the nearly-sliced-off part to fully grow out to the ready-to-fall-off point. It's less tender now, but still a bit sensitive the previous milestone )

. When I changed the bandage last night, I considered cutting back to just a Band-Aid, or at least leaving off the cellophane armour layer. "The what," you ask? ) ... Well, while I was fussing with stuff in the living room, I managed to whack my foot into something heavy, and yup, I hit with the pinkie-toe of my left foot (in the slipper, but still hard enough to feel through that). So I was really glad I'd gone ahead and included the armour again. As it was, the effect was merely, "Oh wow, that really would have hurt..." *whew*

Okay, time to program the VCRs, eat another slice of pizza, and see whether tonight I finally manage to sleep, so I can manage to write a bit more coherently on the morrow.

dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)

Nearly everything I've managed to accomplish since returning from Conterpoint, I've done in the last six hours. But hey, I did at least get something done -- the drums are moved away from the basement door, so I can do laundry once I catch my breath; there's finally a path to the vacuum cleaner that I'm too exhausted to use; and what's done and not done... )

My back, alas, is killing me. And I'm tired, and haven't been able to sleep well all week (the weather finally broke but then my legs started doing their almost-cramping-won't-let-me-sleep thing, state of D'Glenn, more detail if you care for it )

Earlier today, I was depressed because ... )

Fortunately one of the important differences (the most important difference?) between acute situational depression and endogenous chemical depression is that with the former you have at least a fighting chance of being able to pull yourself out of it (or even just wait it out). That doesn't work with the years-long, brain-chemistry-glitched, "no good reason for it" type of depression, which is, ironically, usually the only kind that lasts long enough for anyone else to think of giving you the terribly broken advice to "pull yourself out of it". The kind of depression that advice might (or might not, but it's worth trying) work for, doesn't seem to naturally last long enough for your friends to get impatient enough to say things like that, as far as I can tell. (As usual, I welcome corrections from my friends with actual psych training if I'm way off the mark here. Right now I'm trying to remember whether "just like depression but doesn't last very long" is technically called a brief, mild form of depression, or "technically not depression because it doesn't last long enough". Maybe if I'd had more sleep ...)

I identified the condition, ... )

, wallowed in self-pity a little while, convinced myself to give in to a pizza craving and ordered one delivered (and with the "difficulty making decisions" symptom being rather pronounced, that took a while), and picked a single task/problem -- fitting the drums into the living room -- to get stubborn at. Now I'm no longer depressed; I'm just in a kind of bad mood. If I can get a reasonable-ish amount of sleep tonight, I should be in a vastly better mood tomorrow. All the more so if I actually feel well enough to walk to the drug store and back (is the pharmacy counter open on Sundays?). managing to keep perfectionism in check, and benefits of doing so )

(As some of my friends have noticed to their annoyance, I pretty much suck at accepting help. It's a flaw I've been struggling with for a long time. Progress is slow, but I do recognize the need to improve.)

In other news, the toe I sliced up is healing, and I haven't noticed any frightening smells when changing the bandage yet; it was deeper even than I'd realized, so it's taking a while for the nearly-sliced-off part to fully grow out to the ready-to-fall-off point. It's less tender now, but still a bit sensitive the previous milestone )

When I changed the bandage last night, I considered cutting back to just a Band-Aid, or at least leaving off the cellophane armour layer. "The what," you ask? ) ... Well, while I was fussing with stuff in the living room, I managed to whack my foot into something heavy, and yup, I hit with the pinkie-toe of my left foot (in the slipper, but still hard enough to feel through that). So I was really glad I'd gone ahead and included the armour again. As it was, the effect was merely, "Oh wow, that really would have hurt..." *whew*

Okay, time to program the VCRs, eat another slice of pizza, and see whether tonight I finally manage to sleep, so I can manage to write a bit more coherently on the morrow.

dglenn: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (cyhmn)

Argh -- gorgeous weather today, the most comfortable we've had here in Baltimore for a while, and I'm feeling too headachy and run-down to go take advantage of it. :-( Going to see whether I can manage a nap and feel well enough to accomplish anything this evening (dunno whether I'll get to HCB rehearsal or not; need to try to get out to nail salon as well).

Something that has irked me for ages is the human tendency to create false dichotomies, and to try to interpret the world in dichotomies in general. Many things that I consider overlapping, unrelated, or subsets of a larger spectrum, get sorted into two lists presented as "opposites" and then tied to other things that are really unrelated just to have two neat columns. So, for example, myriad traits get classified as "masculine" and "feminine" just for the sake of list-making and interpreting the world as binary, when many of those traits have nothing to do with gender.

So this quote from a comment by [info] velvetpage on [info] xtian_trackback (2006-10-27) caught my attention:

The mysogyny can be traced in part to medieval theologians such as Thomas Aquinas. They brought into the church the works of certain Greek philosophers like Aristotle, who philosophized extensively about dualisms and opposites - man/woman, light/dark, good/evil, etc, etc. It was a parlour game in learned circles to come up with as many of these opposites as possible.

I can't help wondering how some of our socially-ingrained ways of thinking about classifications would be different, if that medieval parlour game had been organized in threes instead of twos, as a few similar modern (and snarky) ones are. Or in fives.

dglenn: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (cyhmn)

Argh -- gorgeous weather today, the most comfortable we've had here in Baltimore for a while, and I'm feeling too headachy and run-down to go take advantage of it. :-( Going to see whether I can manage a nap and feel well enough to accomplish anything this evening (dunno whether I'll get to HCB rehearsal or not; need to try to get out to nail salon as well).

Something that has irked me for ages is the human tendency to create false dichotomies, and to try to interpret the world in dichotomies in general. Many things that I consider overlapping, unrelated, or subsets of a larger spectrum, get sorted into two lists presented as "opposites" and then tied to other things that are really unrelated just to have two neat columns. So, for example, myriad traits get classified as "masculine" and "feminine" just for the sake of list-making and interpreting the world as binary, when many of those traits have nothing to do with gender.

So this quote from a comment by [info] velvetpage on [info] xtian_trackback (2006-10-27) caught my attention:

The mysogyny can be traced in part to medieval theologians such as Thomas Aquinas. They brought into the church the works of certain Greek philosophers like Aristotle, who philosophized extensively about dualisms and opposites - man/woman, light/dark, good/evil, etc, etc. It was a parlour game in learned circles to come up with as many of these opposites as possible.

I can't help wondering how some of our socially-ingrained ways of thinking about classifications would be different, if that medieval parlour game had been organized in threes instead of twos, as a few similar modern (and snarky) ones are. Or in fives.

dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 11:17am on 2007-06-16 under ,

Very bad day yesterday. (Actually, it started going wrong the night before.) Bad enough that describing it in detail in the least-whiny way possible would still warrant a "whine" tag on this entry, not just an "argh".

*sigh*

It was one of those bad days when problems had effects on other problems, and two different people's small problems interfered in a way that made everything bigger. And whopping amounts of muscle pain. And the one thing I'd actually Made Plans For this week, I didn't get to (and neither did another person who'd wanted to go).

And that's about as much as I can say without whining. (Today's not so good either, but at least there aren't specific plans to fall apart as a result today.)

dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 11:16am on 2007-06-16 under ,

Very bad day yesterday. (Actually, it started going wrong the night before.) Bad enough that describing it in detail in the least-whiny way possible would still warrant a "whine" tag on this entry, not just an "argh".

*sigh*

It was one of those bad days when problems had effects on other problems, and two different people's small problems interfered in a way that made everything bigger. And whopping amounts of muscle pain. And the one thing I'd actually Made Plans For this week, I didn't get to (and neither did another person who'd wanted to go).

And that's about as much as I can say without whining. (Today's not so good either, but at least there aren't specific plans to fall apart as a result today.)

dglenn: My face, wearing black beret, with guitar neck in corner of frame (pw34)

Ow ow ow ow ow and yuck.

I just sliced open the tip of my little toe. (When it happened, I thought I'd just munged the toenail. Nope, a flap of skin, meaning a larger (but still fortunately small) quantity of blood to wipe up.) I'm really not sure how I managed to do that, since it didn't feel like I whacked it that hard (enough to burst the skin, that is) and I can't find a sharp edge on the thing I kicked (I was trying to step over it, off balance). The big issue isn't really the yuck or the ow so much as its being a tricky spot to keep pressure on if I want to be able to do anything but sit here and hold it for the next however long it takes to close. Feh.

Might make wearing shoes to go out later interesting. Took a bit of jiggling to fit the improvised bandage into a slipper.

Of course, silly me, before I put my slippers on I tried to pick something up off the floor -- I hadn't realized how much I use my little toe for that, but having a big, clunky, poofy bandage on it interfered with my ability to grab something with my first two toes. I'd never really paid attention to the mechanics of picking things up with my feet; I'm going to have to analyze just what it is that I do now that my curiosity has been piqued.

And in the meantime, remind myself to use the other damned foot. Er ... and to check the bandage in a while to see if the toe has stopped bleeding yet.

Now to go check the floor between here and the bathroom for blood to wipe up. Feh.


{ETA: I'm having a major attack of the clumsies today. Since slicing up my toe, I've also been knocking things over and dropping stuff left and right. :-( I wonder whether this is related to how badly my arms and legs were hurting last night carrying instruments and groveries into the house, and my arms feeling kinda weak this morning. (The pain is less now than it was last night but it still hurts to lift my arms even if I'm not holding anything.)]

dglenn: Me in poufy shirt, kilt, and Darth Vader mask, playing a bouzouki (vader)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 01:58am on 2007-05-25 under , ,

Okay, the cable is connected ... 'lsusb' shows that the computer can see the printer ... I click "Print Test Page" in 'Gnome-CUPS-Manager' for that printer ... I get a message saying the test page has been sent to the printer ... the status window for that printer in thr CUPS-manager shows my print job with a status of "Printing" ... and then it changes to "job stopped" and the "resume" option in the pop-up window is greyed out. Logged in as myself, this happens. Logged in a root, this still happens.

What ought-to-be-obvious (but isn't obvious from the 'man' page) detail am I most likely overlooking here? The printer is on-line as far as I can tell (it's powered up but doesn't have a separate "on-line" or "ready" LED; the LCD says "plain paper / normal / 100%" as expected, and the "error" LED is dark). At first I thought I had a bad cable, but 'lsusb' does report a device of the right brand plugged in.

The last time I managed a printer from *nix was back in the 'lpd' days, using RS232 ports and parallel ports, not CUPS nor USB.

dglenn: Perrine (fluffy silver tabby) yawning, animated (yawn2)

Argh. Trouble getting to sleep lat night, and only managed four hours before being woken ... by ... a ... sound ...

Thank you, Perrine, for not throwing up that hairball all over the electric bass guitar. But is it too much to ask you to manage to miss my slippers as well? *sigh*

At least they're the new ones made of a non-porous material (I forget the brand, but similar to Crocs) that [livejournal.com profile] anniemal gave me, amd thus ever so more easily cleaned up than the fuzzy kind or the falling-apart cloth slippers these replaced.

Ah well, 'tis the season. On to more pleasant and/or more important things.

dglenn: Photo of clouds shaped like an eye and arched eyebrow (sky-eye)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 10:47pm on 2007-05-14 under , ,

Didn't make it to rehearsal -- no ride, which is just as well since this headache hasn't gone away. Tincture of basil helped but not enough and not for long.

I offloaded the pics from the digital camera from yesterday, and every damned frame came out almost entirely black, whether it was shot in shade or sunlight, with or without flash, and regardless of exposure compensation dialed in. WTF? (This camera tends to underexpose night shots, but not this much, and not usually in daylight.) I started tweaking them in GIMP with the levels tool (the histograms were all piled up in the leftmost quarter of the graph in each frame), but then backed out and ran the whole directory through ImageMagick's 'convert' program and told it to equalize every file. The adjusted versions are at least bright enough for the thumbnails to be useful when picking which of the 97 frames to look at more closely; many wound up unuseably grainy after equalization, but some aren't too bad and a few of the grainy ones might be salvageable if I go back to the dark originals and try adjusting them by hand ... or not.

I do not understand what would make the camera screw up like that on every frame. But I'm glad I shot four rolls of film as well as the digital shots. (Er ... that'd be about 110 frames give or take a few, depending on which rolls I got an extra shot on: 24 B&W, 36 Kodachrome, 36 colour print, 16 medium-format slide (I gambled on shooting a roll of Velvia in the Holga).) But I've gotten used to how quickly I have a file to work with from the digicam, so I'm feeling impatient about seeing what's on the film. I don't quite have the energy to go develop the black-and-white tonight, but maybe I should grab a few other rolls and the changing bag and start loading up reels and devloping tanks in case I feel up to pulling out the chemicals tomorrow. The colour pring and slide film will probably have to wait until I have a car again and run up to Charles Village where the lab I go to is.


[Later edit, since if two people in a row misread this entry the same way, maybe I wasn't as clear as I thought I was in the second paragraph: the extremely dark pictures were the 97 from the digital camera. I haven't seen any of the film yet, but I said I was glad I'd shot film as well because I'm counting on that to come back with fewer surprises ... when I finally manage to get it developed. I used four different film cameras, so if one of those glitched as well, I should still have usable pics from the other three.]

dglenn: Me in poufy shirt, kilt, and Darth Vader mask, playing a bouzouki (vader)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 05:14pm on 2007-05-07 under ,

When re-starting a web browser, it is rather nice, in the event that something as un-nice as an unexpected termination (crash) has already occurred, to be presented the choice of starting fresh or picking up where you left off and reloading all the windows and tabs one had previously had open.

'Twould be even nicer to be given the option of reloading/restoring all previously open web pages except that one over there that I think was causing the problem that led to the crash in the first place. Admittedly, scrolling through as ginormous a list of open pages as I would usually face could get a little tedious, but watching the browser start up and hang in the same place o'er and o'er, or to have it crash each time I try to close the suspected page before it finishes loading, is somewhat more unpleasant.

(In this case, I'm using Firefox (well, "Iceweasel", since it's Debian), but this goes on my wishlist for Opera as well, doggone it.)

dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 10:35pm on 2007-05-05 under ,

About an hour ago I heard a loud snapBANG, rather firecracker-like, and voices. Looking out the window I saw about a half-dozen schoolkids run down the sidewalk, pausing to throw small, white rocks at windows, then disappear around the corner before I could get the camera ready.

I was about to head downstairs to check the condition of my ground-floor windows, when I heard my next-door neighbour's voice. (The same neighbour whose Miata got smooshed back in February in the same imcident that totaled my Accord.) My windows are intact; one of his is not. Two holes (one all the way through both panes), and bright-white rocks (as my neighbour pointed out, probably from somebody's garden, as they look like the sort that would be used decoratively) here and there on the sidewalk where they'd bounced, and one inside his house, on the windowsill among the broken glass. He said they'd pounded on his door before throwing the rocks at the window.

Grrr. I do not understand the mindset that does such things intentionally. The police have been called, not that we expect much good to come of that. I wish I'd gotten a photo. And I wonder where they took the rocks from and how much damage they'd already done between wherever that was and here. There are interesting signs that this block is getting nicer ... and then there's pointless destruction by a bunch of kids.

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