christian crumlish doing stuff
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Master and sequencer
Another milestone! I’m listening to digital masters for the album and thinking about the gaps, the little breathers between the end of one song and the start of the next. We should have those fine details sorted by next week, after which the files go off the Crooked Cove (to manufacture the CDs) and CD…
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Wooosh
A good friend of mine talks about that feeling of creative flow in which it gets easier to make your ideas real. It comes and goes on its own but you can certainly invite and you can definitely chase it way. You can at the very least leave the door open and cultivate the habit…
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One big union
May day! mayday! Red alert! How are the protests going? I’ve heard they are planned to be daily until not needed. I need to get out there. Feeling like a wobblie.
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Back at my post
When I said I wasn’t done, I meant it. Not only am I not done with the 18F community (I’ve got a lot of colleagues still figuring out their next steps), but I am definitely not done serving the public or upholding my oath to defend the constitution. Fortunately, I have benefited from the reflected…
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Final countdown
In many ways today, the end of our collective administrative leave, mirrored and bookended the beginning back on Saturday, March 1, when we took stock of the bombshell and searched for survivors. Today it hit home for many of us in the 18F diaspora again that we have been discarded, our service to the nation…
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Eve of destruction
Will you look at the time? If you accept that an email message sent after close of business and not received at work until the following Monday starts a 60-day clock, well then time’s up tomorrow and the RIF we were all promised in March that put all of 18F on administrative leave takes effect.…
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The purge
I decided to finally tackle the mess piling up in my office and wasn’t totally surprised to find paperwork dating to my total knee replacement back in November. At some point as I was writing labels on new crisp manila folders I noticed my handwriting was (more) atrocious (than usual) because my hand was shaking…
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Up on the hill
They say there is a prominent hill in Cumbria that the local Britons called Penn, which meant “hill” in their language at the time. When the first Angles or Saxons appeared, they apparently asked around to know what the name of the hill was and were told that it was called Penn. One of their…
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More punk than you
Reading sadly of David Thomas’s death at 71 of kidney failure it appears, the legendary founder of Pere Ubu. Remembering how my hipper than thou postpunk mentor and now-famous game pundit Jeff Green told me about first seeing him before a show and wondering something like who the fat guy in the used car salesman…
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Please stand by…
Something I did yesterday took the site down for part of today. I think it’s fixed now but I’m still having trouble connecting from my home wifi. Cache flow problem, I suppose.
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Celebrate every milestone
I just signed off on the final edits to “Sham Song.” it’s fitting that the one I started writing before I ever wrote a real song would be the last one perfected for my Perfectible Recordings record. I learned long ago to recognize a celebrate every step along the way of a long journey, every…
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Look who slept over
Now that the weather has turned fine, the grand dame of local neighborhood outdoor cats (we call her “Yowlie”) is spending a lot of time in B’s pleasure garden, where the bees are buzzing around the borage field, the lupines are popping, and the oaks are leafing out. Some mornings I accidentally startle her after…
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Back at the keyboard
Happy Easter to those who celebrate it today! I went to bed late last night and had a momentary diarist’s bout of conscience for not having added anything to the pile here yesterday. And yet I was writing all day. Have been, really, for at least a week now. I’m trying to get a bunch…
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End of an era
This refrigerator lived in this house long before I even met B. Her mom and dad bought it in the 1970s. Stuff back then may not have been as energy-efficient but they built to last, which saved the energy needed to make a new fridge for 50 years.
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Houston, we have a CD sleeve
Thanks to the amazing artwork of Dave Gray and the tasteful design choices and execution of Rowan Bishop, my group’s forthcoming record No One Does It Solo Only now has a design for the sleeve of the CD! Looks like the song order is on lock now too.
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Chaos and cruelty
Elaine Godfrey has a thorough and well sourced article in the Atlantic explaining how the current regime is willfully disrupting the functioning of the government and the wellbeing of public servants. I feel for my colleagues who have not yet been illegally fired or forced to quit to preserve their own integrity. Nobody wants to…
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First impressions
I’m back in the product business. As we get closer to the scheduled June release of No One Does It Solo Only, I have to think about packing, merchandising, distribution, website, and so on. I mean, I like thinking about things like that. I liked it when I was in book publishing, I like it…
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So much winning
Got my first ever attempted maga spam on this blog today. It never made it to my site though. Moderation tools for the win.
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Record store day!
Drove up to Oakland this morning to meet my pals in Rockridge to check out some new vinyl releases for this spring’s record store day at Open Mind Music (and, it turns out, Stranded up the street). After a scare with a lost phone and some very good samaritans we each headed home with our…
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How to weaponize innumeracy
Protests work. They got a family home from Texas to Homan’s home district, and they got the DOGEcrats to back off their plan to shut down Social Security phone lines. Along the way, Yale-educated elite novelist J.D. Vance made this false claim: 40% of calls are fraud
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Tiny Herald
It’s been a while since I rounded up my microblogging / nanopublishing posts, but they have been thinner on the ground as well, I think? Let’s see!