Remember that problem I had several weeks ago involving
sirens drowning out the same line of dialogue through
multiple rewind/replay cycles? Well just now there was a
helicopter sound in the background of a television show that
got unexpectedly louder ... and I looked to see that a
Baltimore police helicopter was flying within hearing range
in sync with the helicopter on television. (It didn't come
close enough to drown out the television, just enough to
sound not-quite-right for what was on the screen.) I think
the gamemaster is messing with me. If I start hearing the
sound of a giant d20 bouncing on a table, I'm going to
duck and cover.
Every so often these days I have the urge -- and wonder
whether it's needed, perhaps on billboards -- to remind
folks that the theory of evolution does not contradict the
existence of God. Okay, some people seem not to forget
this -- the Catholic church and a lot of scientists, for
example -- but I keep seeing things that give me the
impression that a lot of the
ID[resisturgetomakecheapshotimsultingpun]-proponents
think evolution is anti-God rather than being
silent on the question of His existence.
Admittedly it does get in the way of
strict Biblical literalism.
I wonder whether there would be less confusion
-- and less need for newscasters to repeatedly
explain "it doesn't necessarily mean they think
he's dying" -- if they referred to the Sacrament
Of The Sick by its modern name (since 1972 according to
Google) or by its other old name, Extreme Unction,
instead of calling it Last Rites.
Tired. Migraine earlier. Once again putting
most of my to-do list on hold in favour of trying
to make sure I'm physically well enough for this
weekend's performance. I did spend a little time
playing the double bass, until I started having
trouble remaining standing. My fingertips were
still in good shape but when I stopped I noticed
how tired my arms were ... and how much warmer
I felt. Apparently I'm not supposed to be using
the ring finger of my left hand except to support
the pinkie, because the ring finger isn't strong
enough on its own(?), but my ring finger is much
stronger than my pinkie because of two decades of
lazy guitar habits (slipping to second position[*]
and using my ring finger on the fourth fret instead
of staying in first position and using my pinkie),
so I'm a) finding it hard to remember not to use
my ring finger and b) having trouble pressing
hard enough with my pinkie. The reach, being
that smidgen farther than on bass guitar, is a
little far for my ring finger in first position[*],
but so far it's a lot easier to do that than to
use my pinkie. I'm trying to retrain that reflex
in case it ultimately does turn out to be better
to do what however many centuries of bass teachers
have advised.
But I'm finding the low F the hardest note
to finger. That one wants quite a bit of
finger pressure at an angle where I don't have
as much leverage as I'd like. Maybe I'm not
moving my hand back far enough when I go to
half-position?
[*] Note that "first position" on guitar
and bass guitar is "half position" on
oud and double bass; "first position" on double
bass and oud is "second position" on bass guitar
and guitar. I haven't read far enough in the
method book to see what "second position" on
double bass is, but I'll find out soon.
If I hold a dog treat (actually a cat treat that's
become too stale to interest the cat any more)
in one hand, and a (fresh) cat treat in the other,
the dog treat vanishes much more quickly. Jamie
just goes #sluurp# and licks the treat off my palm;
Perrine carefully eyes the angle at which to
approach and gingerly plucks the treat off my
hand without letting her lips, teeth, or tongue touch my
skin, sometimes requiring three or four attempts
to get the treat into her mouth in that fashion.
But holding out both treats at once prevents
Jamie from giving me a "where's mine?" look
and Perrine from giving Jamie a "why are you
being given my treats?" glare.