It is raining and cold and lovely and wet and I am burning a scented candle and listening to an endless playlist of John Serrie. My daughter has been eating peanut flour in carefully controlled conditions for a week now with no ill effects. She got a check that is now in a college account I set up for her. It's not called "adulting" you pesky whipper-snappers it's called "being responsible" because some of us are past 40 and still feel fucking accomplished when we do the right thing. I have three instances of Altiverb and two instances of Speakerphone transforming one recorded-on-a-Zoom call to prayer into three different environments across eight seconds in 5.1. I was unable to find a decent recording of an IAI Heron circling so I built one using Reaktor and Altiverb. This movie is not worth it. Except maybe it is. It feels pretty fuckin' good to fabricate the sound of a UAV out of whole cloth using nothing but oscillators, reverb and doppler effect. My cousin asked me "why watches?" and we had an hour and a half conversation. then I showed him a vintage IWC pocketwatch turned into a wristwatch and he said "god, I want that" when he hasn't worn a watch in 20 years. It's funny. I tell people I'm learning how to take apart watches and they don't say "why the fuck would you do that?" they say "COOL" and start talking about how much they love these things they don't wear because they're too expensive. there is a market. I agreed to purchase a 2002 911 Carrera yesterday. Now I just need to go get it. I'm currently battling the twin emotions "why the fuck do you want to drive a goddamn Porsche" / "why the fuck doesn't everybody drive a goddamn Porsche" because on the one hand, douche. but on the other hand, holy fuck that's a fun little car. I got to take apart a real watch yesterday. Lovely Elgin, with a case and a crystal and a face and hands and everything. I discovered it's missing a jewel. I could maybe get it to run again. This simple task, this simple possibility, made me giddy as a schoolgirl. I mixed Laibach. It was 'eh. I worked with Louis Gossett Jr. all day once. It was pretty cool. This gorgeous little beastie? God I'm home. Spoke to my erstwhile agent. My book has been in limbo for a year because she can't receive the attachments she's asking for. Yeah. How you like them apples.
I'll admit to being turned on more than I should be. My supervisor (pronounced: tells me what to do, doesn't understand our companies product line or operational strategy, and makes hella more money than I do) asked me how to forward an email message in gmail. I can't make that shit up. all that matters... It feels pretty fuckin' good to fabricate the sound of a UAV out of whole cloth using nothing but oscillators, reverb and doppler effect.
because she can't receive the attachments she's asking for
but on the other hand, holy fuck that's a fun little car.
It's peak TAL. Speaking of which, have you listened to the new Jon Ronson podcast series The Butterfly Effect? I think the first episode was on TAL, the rest is now an Audible 'exclusive'. On the one hand, it would've been better if it weren't forced into the podcast mold, but on the other hand it's a great story and I loved that we finally get to actually hear the people he describes.
Butterfly Effect was the podcast that made me realize I really hate podcasts. I love Jon Ronson, I love his writing, pornhub is actually pretty interesting, and I couldn't make it through an episode and a half. It's what I hate about podcasts: "if this were a radio broadcast, we'd have to be concise and edit it down for length. But since it's a podcast, we know you want to hear self-important rambling for 45 minutes." Audiobooks? No problem. Burned through two adjusting the valve lash on my Benelli. Podcasts? I finished one and that's because I was hoping to hear something insightful about Network Attached Storage. I will never listen to another voluntarily.
I've been waiting for it to hit general audience. Any idea when?