Written on Friday, the 16th of March, 2007 at 7:18 pm and was filed under:
I keep listening to various performances of the Super Mario Brothers theme music, and I keep hearing some weirdness. I decided to pull out a tracker and get the timing down right. I was sort of right about the internet notation being wrong. The time signature is 4:4 with a nice triplet in there. To notate it in step notation I had to use a 96 line block, with each beat encompassing 6 lines.
Written on Friday, the 16th of March, 2007 at 12:54 am and was filed under:
Last night I went over to hang out with Elise. She made vegetable omelets with loads of mushrooms and spinach, and I took a handful of pictures with my film and digital EOS bodies. It wasn’t quite the photo shoot that I had hoped for, since I’m itching to press the shutter button a few hundred times in a row. While I was there she made good on a promise of a present: she produced a photo magnet with printing and modge podge and everything while I was there. I said a million nice things about Sarah.
I feel awfully pretentious when I talk about art, but part of my goal in thinking and talking about it is to figure out the parts that are not stupid.
Written on Thursday, the 15th of March, 2007 at 2:06 am and was filed under:
I was a Teamster, but would glad stand in solidarity with my AFSCME brothers and sisters. This ad features the most wonderful swearing I’ve heard in years. Not work safe, because I want you to get fired.
Written on Tuesday, the 13th of March, 2007 at 1:47 am and was filed under:
A week or so ago was Chandler’s reading at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts. Her father did most of the reading and embarrassing-video-of-Chandler-as-an-aw-shucks-youngster-playing, but it was Chandler’s book that was the star of the evening.
Written on Tuesday, the 13th of March, 2007 at 1:21 am and was filed under:
It was September first when last I rode my bike — I think that the last day in August was the one where I found out that my brakes work terrifically as I flew over the handlebars and into the path of an oncoming car. Fortunately they had a stop sign.