Today was the first this year that really felt like summer. It was already warm before 9 am.
At 7 am I went for a 2-hour run. Probably could’ve gone without a t-shirt.
This evening at almost 10:30 pm the fans are still running upstairs. Too warm to sleep.
Feel free to take the .zip GarageBand sources and lyrics for songs posted to http://www.myspace.com/llttdove from my Dropbox.
If you manage to import the stuff into Pro Tools, let us know how you do it.
Emma decided that running would be good for her figure. We ran around Pontcharra while waiting for Tim to finish his drum lesson, http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=3765475. She says she may go 2 or 3 times a week, but it depends on her mom getting out with her.
I decided biking is a good way to build aerobic capacity. My body seems to recover more easily from a fair amount of hard biking than it does from a fair amount of even not-so-hard running. So I am running less. I wonder if I can get by on a hard run, a long run, maybe a short run in between, and plenty of biking.
Today was my first time riding in an event like this in France. Probably last time I rode a bicycle in a big event was the Apple Cider Century sometime in the early 1980s. The Challenge Vercors comes in 3 different distances. I picked the middle one, which they say is 122 km. 2100 m of climbing, too.
In the beginning it seemed to me the whole thing was a slog up a hill to a mountain pass, followed by a white-knuckled descent into St. Tréfond-du-Cul-du-Monde en Vercors. Lather, rinse, repeat. But after the second col I took it a bit easier, and was rewarded not just by being able to catch my breath but also by the natural beauty of the Vercors. The climb up the gorges near the end was particularly spectacular.
Diane may come with me next time. I told her that at the sag stops you could help yourself to handfuls of candy set out in big packing boxes. She was disappointed that all I brought home was leaflets, dirty clothes, and a pair of Grand Trophée socks.
You can never have too much bass. Except that you can, and I do.
At night I’ve been trying to mix down some songs I’ve hacked together, so listening on headphones.
Somewhere on the web I read a suggestion, which is leaving the overall EQ flat, going into iTunes, EQ’ing the song there, returning to EQ the mix based on the settings that worked in iTunes. That almost seemed to work, but for a reason I’ve not understood, yet, the bass seems to come out much louder in the mix down.
Not only that but perhaps the headphones handling those frequencies on the computer are better than the headphones I’m using when out and around listening. Surely the over-bassed versions would just turn to mud through speakers.
Maybe I should try with fresher ears.
Early for an appointment in Grenoble. There in the nearby and otherwise nondescript public park were these fragrant blossoms.
We went for a family walk over on the other side of the valley.
I only carried enough snacks for one stop. Need to think of some additional ways to hold children’s attention.
Matt got tired of using my old HP 28S, an “Advanced Scientific Calculator.”
When HP created this contraption around 1988, it must have rivaled with some PCs.
According to the Wikipedia article, ‘One of the interesting side notes for this calculator was its ability to store vast amounts of information including formulas thereby enabling students to “cheat” on tests.’ In my particular case it was easier just to learn the material than to learn enough about the calculator to hide answers.
Now the interest lies in the way the engineers at HP managed to fit so much into a not-very-powerful device, and in the thorough documentation, which weighs several times as much as the calculator.
Lovely weather last night when we went out to La Rochette.
The children were in the mood for a walk after plenty of video gaming. The little camera on the phone does not do justice to the view from the balcony by the castle.
Easter Monday proved to have nice weather. I took the girls bikes up to the playground using the rack Michel and Colette gave me for Christmas.
Some people have seriously outgrown their bikes this season. Maybe have to do something about that.
Figments of a lack of imagination
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