Another Day, Another Duty
Jun. 28th, 2003 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfs2,622 songs in my XMMS collection and that's the title I get. The Gods Are Watching.
I don't think anyone slept well last night except maybe Yamaarashi-chan. Omaha had it with her back, I just couldn't get to sleep, and Kouryou-chan came in during the night having had a terrible nightmare; from what I could make out in her mumbling she was upset about the "monster" in Mommy. She's a brave little girl, but she's still a little girl, and at three and a half she needs her reassurance.
Although I was awakened repeatedly in the night, I was truly awakened around 10:30 this morning my Kouryou-chan, who had finally roused herself from the hard crash she decided to take now that she had a reassuring warm body to sleep next to, namely mine. I remembered Omaha having gotten up about an hour earlier or so and saying something, so I looked at her sleepy eyes and said, "I think Mommy said something about doughnuts."
Her eyes immediately widened and a big smile crossed her face. "Doughnuts, doughnuts, yeah!"
"Okay, then, but you have to eat something good for lunch, like egg salad or tuna fish. With lots of veggies."
"Okay." Then we went to look for Omaha and Yamaarashi-chan.
They were nowhere to be found. I found the cell-phone and called her, only to discover that they'd headed out and were already on a bus to take them the two miles or so into town. I promised we'd catch up in the car. Kouryou-chan put on a pretty yellow dress, demanding, "Get out of my way, I can dress myself!"
I picked up Omaha and Yamaarashi-chan, and we went back home for our orgy of fat and sugar.
Now, I'm at work, waiting for the servers to rebuild and the latest code updates to come down. Because of Omaha's seziure I had to skip a half-day of work Friday and came in Saturday to make up for it. My manager actually agreed to come in as well and we had a two hour meeting where we discussed all of the niggling little corners of the system that were a little off or just plain broken. Some days, being a grown-up just sucks.
Omaha called about 3:00 to tell me that her back was feeling "okay" but that she was feeling otherwise rested. Well enough to pull out the kids' inflatable wading pool and blow it up. It's 30C outside and not a cloud in the sky! What the heck am I doing at work, eating bad microwave popcorn and drinking sugary iced teas?
I've got my system at home set up so I can now rip vinyl. Rockin'. I've got a mid-range Tandy linear tracking turntable that I picked up at a garage sale for two bucks and repaired with a screwdriver and some gun oil-- the slide that the linear tracking head used had become gummed up with old grease and ambient dust. It works great, came with a fresh needle, and even has a strobe adjuster to make sure the speed is exactly 33.3 or 45 rpm. However, even though the album I was trying to rip (Patrick Gleeson's computer realization of Vivaldi's The Four Seasons, never released on CD) looks absolutely pristine, it still has these annoying mechanical clicks when it plays. Anyone got any ideas?
I don't think anyone slept well last night except maybe Yamaarashi-chan. Omaha had it with her back, I just couldn't get to sleep, and Kouryou-chan came in during the night having had a terrible nightmare; from what I could make out in her mumbling she was upset about the "monster" in Mommy. She's a brave little girl, but she's still a little girl, and at three and a half she needs her reassurance.
Although I was awakened repeatedly in the night, I was truly awakened around 10:30 this morning my Kouryou-chan, who had finally roused herself from the hard crash she decided to take now that she had a reassuring warm body to sleep next to, namely mine. I remembered Omaha having gotten up about an hour earlier or so and saying something, so I looked at her sleepy eyes and said, "I think Mommy said something about doughnuts."
Her eyes immediately widened and a big smile crossed her face. "Doughnuts, doughnuts, yeah!"
"Okay, then, but you have to eat something good for lunch, like egg salad or tuna fish. With lots of veggies."
"Okay." Then we went to look for Omaha and Yamaarashi-chan.
They were nowhere to be found. I found the cell-phone and called her, only to discover that they'd headed out and were already on a bus to take them the two miles or so into town. I promised we'd catch up in the car. Kouryou-chan put on a pretty yellow dress, demanding, "Get out of my way, I can dress myself!"
I picked up Omaha and Yamaarashi-chan, and we went back home for our orgy of fat and sugar.
Now, I'm at work, waiting for the servers to rebuild and the latest code updates to come down. Because of Omaha's seziure I had to skip a half-day of work Friday and came in Saturday to make up for it. My manager actually agreed to come in as well and we had a two hour meeting where we discussed all of the niggling little corners of the system that were a little off or just plain broken. Some days, being a grown-up just sucks.
Omaha called about 3:00 to tell me that her back was feeling "okay" but that she was feeling otherwise rested. Well enough to pull out the kids' inflatable wading pool and blow it up. It's 30C outside and not a cloud in the sky! What the heck am I doing at work, eating bad microwave popcorn and drinking sugary iced teas?
I've got my system at home set up so I can now rip vinyl. Rockin'. I've got a mid-range Tandy linear tracking turntable that I picked up at a garage sale for two bucks and repaired with a screwdriver and some gun oil-- the slide that the linear tracking head used had become gummed up with old grease and ambient dust. It works great, came with a fresh needle, and even has a strobe adjuster to make sure the speed is exactly 33.3 or 45 rpm. However, even though the album I was trying to rip (Patrick Gleeson's computer realization of Vivaldi's The Four Seasons, never released on CD) looks absolutely pristine, it still has these annoying mechanical clicks when it plays. Anyone got any ideas?
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Date: 2003-06-30 05:41 pm (UTC)Let the disc air-dry (not in the sun! vinyl=melty) and play it through a half-dozen times before you cut it to digital, and if you have a dustcatcher brush on the deck, *don't* use it since it'll be -filthy-.
On the digital side, I've often employed a processing tool named Groove Mechanic (http://www.coyotes.bc.ca/GrooveMechanic.html) with some degree of success, but it can't turn slurry into jet fuel... and it's win32-only. Buyer beware.
-ash, collator & curator.