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"I find the whole 'thought crime on the web' trend frightening [...] this is a free speech matter. Heck, this is even a free MIND matter." -- pattytoo, June 2007 (locked entry, quoted with permission)

"I find the whole 'thought crime on the web' trend frightening [...] this is a free speech matter. Heck, this is even a free MIND matter." -- pattytoo, June 2007 (locked entry, quoted with permission)

The difference between learning a language by reading a tutorial, and impatiently diving into it by just looking up a couple of command descriptions in a reference and glancing at some machine-generated code:

(Y'all can probably guess what I was trying for, right?)

Each time I go into a machine-generated PostScript file to tweak something (most recently to make six measures in the middle of a piece of music grey instead of black), the "I should really get off my ass and learn this language like I meant to do a decade ago instead of just poking at it" button gets pressed a little harder. If I weren't in the middle have so many other projects all distracting me from each other, maybe I'd get there.

Let's see how far I get this time. Though a couple of raster graphic formats I noticed are tugging at my attention today as well...

I hope to get around to replying to LJ comments later today, but I might get my head stuck in one of these projects, or I might get to see anniemal, so no promises. By the way, the fan is running. I didn't have axle grease, but I figured petrolatum[*] was closer to that than anything else in the house (and the residue full of hair and dust that I wiped off when I disassembled it supported the axle grease idea). I'm giving it a nice little burn-in to see whether it burns up.

[*] I'll save you the trouble of looking it up: petroleum jelly, Vaseline. Cool word though, innit?

The difference between learning a language by reading a tutorial, and impatiently diving into it by just looking up a couple of command descriptions in a reference and glancing at some machine-generated code:

(Y'all can probably guess what I was trying for, right?)

Each time I go into a machine-generated PostScript file to tweak something (most recently to make six measures in the middle of a piece of music grey instead of black), the "I should really get off my ass and learn this language like I meant to do a decade ago instead of just poking at it" button gets pressed a little harder. If I weren't in the middle have so many other projects all distracting me from each other, maybe I'd get there.

Let's see how far I get this time. Though a couple of raster graphic formats I noticed are tugging at my attention today as well...

I hope to get around to replying to LJ comments later today, but I might get my head stuck in one of these projects, or I might get to see anniemal, so no promises. By the way, the fan is running. I didn't have axle grease, but I figured petrolatum[*] was closer to that than anything else in the house (and the residue full of hair and dust that I wiped off when I disassembled it supported the axle grease idea). I'm giving it a nice little burn-in to see whether it burns up.

[*] I'll save you the trouble of looking it up: petroleum jelly, Vaseline. Cool word though, innit?

My house usually gets insanely hot in the summer, refusing to cool down once it's heated up, and often winding up warmer than outdoors.

Today the temperature reported on the news is insanely hot, but, as they noted on the telly, we're getting a break on the humidity. My bedroom is only 91°F and it didn't break 90 until fairly late, and the humidity is low enough (for, ah, local values of 'low') that perspiring actually does some good. And therefore fans help, as do gentle breezes wafting through the windows. I can't really say it's super comfortable, but it's definitely not miserable. And both the weather forecast and past observations of this house predicted miserable. *whew*!

When I'm in a room without a fan, I definitely notice when I step out of the path of the breeze from the nearest window. It's probably not the best day for heavy lifting or too many trips up and down the stairs in a short time or wearing much clothing, but it's not one of those "brain baking, eyeballs melting, gonna burst into flame" days like we had a bunch of a couple weeks ago.

39% relative humidity versus 70%. Yowza.

Alas, I didn't sleep enough last night so I'm feeling a little brain-fried for reasons other than the weather, and I'm moving kinda slowly in general, but the day has not been a complete loss to sleep-deprivation: I finished the other half of a tune that I had started last month, and I'm feeling rather pleased with it. I should start practicing it on guitar -- I wrote it on mandolin (and it's pretty distinctly a mandolin tune, though I'm counting on the fiddlers to make it sound better on a real violin than the MIDI I generated). The middle section wound up being somewhat recorder-unfriendly, alas (though I did see fingerings online for notes that high recently, so recorder is not out of the question -- er, except for one insane note, a harmonic on the violin).

My house usually gets insanely hot in the summer, refusing to cool down once it's heated up, and often winding up warmer than outdoors.

Today the temperature reported on the news is insanely hot, but, as they noted on the telly, we're getting a break on the humidity. My bedroom is only 91°F and it didn't break 90 until fairly late, and the humidity is low enough (for, ah, local values of 'low') that perspiring actually does some good. And therefore fans help, as do gentle breezes wafting through the windows. I can't really say it's super comfortable, but it's definitely not miserable. And both the weather forecast and past observations of this house predicted miserable. *whew*!

When I'm in a room without a fan, I definitely notice when I step out of the path of the breeze from the nearest window. It's probably not the best day for heavy lifting or too many trips up and down the stairs in a short time or wearing much clothing, but it's not one of those "brain baking, eyeballs melting, gonna burst into flame" days like we had a bunch of a couple weeks ago.

39% relative humidity versus 70%. Yowza.

Alas, I didn't sleep enough last night so I'm feeling a little brain-fried for reasons other than the weather, and I'm moving kinda slowly in general, but the day has not been a complete loss to sleep-deprivation: I finished the other half of a tune that I had started last month, and I'm feeling rather pleased with it. I should start practicing it on guitar -- I wrote it on mandolin (and it's pretty distinctly a mandolin tune, though I'm counting on the fiddlers to make it sound better on a real violin than the MIDI I generated). The middle section wound up being somewhat recorder-unfriendly, alas (though I did see fingerings online for notes that high recently, so recorder is not out of the question -- er, except for one insane note, a harmonic on the violin).

Got home from rehearsal. Walking into the house, the difference was immediately obvious: though the thermometers (in my bedroom and my housemate's bedroom) both read the same temperatures as before we left, 91°F and 95°F respectively, the humidity has gone up from 39% to 56%. World of difference. *sigh*

In other news, it appears that catnip is at least a partial remedy for absolutely-disgusted-with-the-heat syndrome, for one member of the household.

Ugh. Pain meds wearing off. Fall down soon.

Got home from rehearsal. Walking into the house, the difference was immediately obvious: though the thermometers (in my bedroom and my housemate's bedroom) both read the same temperatures as before we left, 91°F and 95°F respectively, the humidity has gone up from 39% to 56%. World of difference. *sigh*

In other news, it appears that catnip is at least a partial remedy for absolutely-disgusted-with-the-heat syndrome, for one member of the household.

Ugh. Pain meds wearing off. Fall down soon.