My daughters, one of whom lives in our odd-shaped duplex former group house with her family, one of whom is just visiting for a month or two, commented on me going to stand out on my deck and sing to the trees.
Everything they said was positive, even glowing. They say they *love* it when they hear me doing it.
This being noticed makes me shy.
It makes me hang back. It makes me select my times and my material.
I did not anticipate this.
I am still working through it.
Not wanting to "lesson" here. I still don't know what I think or feel about it.
But I can easily say this: any system that involves humans is inherently of staggering complexity, a million miles far beyond anything a mind, an abstraction, a method, a logic, a language, can hold.
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Sam Cooke and the Soul Stirrers, "I'm Gonna Build On That Shore".
This is, first of all, a towering take.
The two singers you're hearing the most of are Sam Cooke and Julius Cheeks. Neither was a founder or base of this group, which started around *1920*. This is 1954.
A note to my followers who wonder what's up with music-tweets and ONI-tweets. I'm spozed to be this senior geekery theorist, but there's all this other noise. Let me position myself both a) in general, and b) in temporally specific.
a) I got to be a senior geekery theorist by opening my heart-mind. I follow my nose, into all sorts of weird seemingly unrelated things, you haven't even seen the worst of it yet. I believe, with Hofstadter, that analogy *is* cognition. I feed my geekery with ideas from all over.
b) For 25 years, I was diagnosed, therapped, medicated depressive. In remission 5 years now, no idea why/how. I discover I've seasonal affective disorder. I spend all year doing my client work so I can spend a quarter combining rest and the work I most love: making content.
I have a tremendous love & respect for Cassidy's work. She had the most perfect taste of any singer-only performer I've ever known. And w.r.t. genre? She was, as am I, *fuck* genre. I sing it cuz I like how I feel when I sing it.
This is a Fleetwood Mac cover, of course. It shows off her dynamics, most of her work is like this, with an incredible gift for, you'll laugh, just volume. She goes from whisper to chanteuse to self-chorus to *edge*, like ain't nobody bidness.
Oxygen Not Included: I gave some bad advice on the how-to of the pour-in infinistore rig. I'm of the opinion one should correct such sins to the same audience one committed them upon.
This is the frame. The airlock door and the airflow tiles are required, to handle the pressure. (Both kinds of tile can handle any liquid pressure.) It must be either all doors or at least a door in that location: if it were airflow the gas we're gonna trap could leak.
As you can see, you can surround this bad boy with insulated tiles and stay on a 4-tall grid. In this case, I don't need insulation. You can widen that trough on the left side as much as you like. This one will leave just one column open to the air. How wide depends on sources.