I thought briefly of a Regency party, but then my brain went to my recent Quinn/Ben fic, and Horton hiring Ben to attend his celebrity parties, and chat up the wallflower ladies, and dance with them, while Quinn is an honored guest and lionized. After everyone had left, the musicians would stop their packing up, and play one more song so that Quinn and Ben could dance together.
Which is not really much of a fic. I just like the thought of Quinn and Ben in tuxes dancing together.
Speaking of bunnies, I watched the 1946 version of Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None. These strangers are invited to a house party on a deserted island. Every two bedrooms in this mansion share a bathroom in between, so these people who have just met are knocking on the door to let the other person know that the room is now available. Doesn't that scream fanfic? I think John and Rodney, with at some point, Rodney banging on the door and insulting how long John takes on his hair. Only not with that particular story, which has a lot of paranoia, distrust, and people being murdered. Interesting, but not something to rewrite. A happy house party on a deserted island with total strangers who bicker and fall in love and have sex in a big four poster bed.
It's a "Makeup Day". You can catch-up by sending your stuff to the submission form up to twenty times. The Makeup Gallery is over here.
Mind that deadline. It's midnight Mountain Standard Time, which is 3 AM Eastern Daylight Savings Time and 8 AM UTC. There's usually an extension on top of that, somewhere around three hours.
Waiter: where are you from?
Waiter: but where exactly?
Waiter: oh, well, you’re not too bad. Them Quebec people, I can’t understand a word they say.
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Of course, because they were here there was no going out or doing anything. Thus I got a lot of writing done on the new novella. I have about 4-5K left to write on it and then I'll need someone to beta it for me. Preferably someone with some familiarity with mental illnesses. Because every single character in the story is mentally ill in one way or another. And/or physically disabled, too. And they're all queer.
Thus I am nervous that I'm going to write something harmful and/or ignorant. *sigh* Still writing, though, because this is the story that's in my head at the moment.
Seriously, I just wanted my asexual/aromantic lesbian story. Sabah's asexual. Caron's aromantic. They're never, ever going to have sex but they are finding their way to making a good life together with their friends.
Anyway. Anyone who's interested in betaing please do contact me. Or if you know of people who beta, point me in their direction, please.
Once the roofers left the hubby smoked up a rack of ribs. They turned out REALLY tender and good. We also had corn from his garden patch. It was a little young but the stalks were bent and broken by the roofers so hey, it was time to harvest them. Very sweet though. I was happy. Though now I have corn bits stuck in my teeth. Need to floss something awful.
Tomorrow the hubby and I are going down to Seattle to see the Terracotta Warriors exhibit at the Pacific Science Center. We had no idea it was there until we saw a commercial for it last night. Then we decided that hey, it's going to be gone on Sept 4th. We better get our butts down there to see it.
Should be very interesting.
So, goals for tomorrow include the Science Center, wandering around Downtown for a bit, doing laundry, writing the end of this story and that's about it.
Off to bath and bed for me. Goodnight everyone!
DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional composer! I did not go to conservatory. I am an interested amateur. My background is seven years of more or less classical piano, including a few years at the Houston Music Institute (relevant because they taught some theory and basic composition), a few years of viola, and years of screwing around on basically every instrument I could get my hands on, including three summers of classical guitar, mandolin, soprano recorder, pennywhistle, ocarina, and diatonic and chromatic harmonica. (Harmonicas actually get pretty complicated, more complicated than I personally can deal with--different tunings, cross-harp, slant-harp, etc. I only know the basics. ) This kind of jack-of-all-trades-ism is not great if you want to be a performer, where you really ought to become expert in your chosen instrument(s), but it's not awful if you want to compose.
 To anyone who doubts that the harmonica is a "real" classical instrument, I present to you Villa-Lobos' Concerto for Harmonica and Orchestra with soloist Robert Bonfiglio [Youtube], which is the recording I used to have before the stupid fucking flood. That's a chromatic harmonica, BTW; you can tell because of the use of the chromatic slide in some of the ornaments. More information. I will FIGHT anyone who tells me the harmonica is not a REAL INSTRUMENT.
Further caveat, I am only discussing Western music. I don't know enough about non-Western traditions to tell you anything useful about them. I compose more or less neoclassically because that's what pleases my ear and I feel no need to be innovative in a technical/theoretical sense. (Schoenberg's twelve-tone system is brilliant from a technical/theoretical sense but I cannot usually stand listening to it except in the limited context of certain kinds of film/TV scoring. I wouldn't listen to it for fun.)
And for yucks, I have perfect pitch, which in almost all contexts is either useless or an active hindrance (I am a suck liar and let's just say that I avoid a cappella performances and first-year string players like the plague--there's such a thing as good a cappella, but unless you are Carnegie Hall good I don't want to risk it), but has limited applications in the realm of music, ahahaha. For most applications relative pitch is hell and away more useful. (I actually get interference between relative and perfect pitch, which sucks.)
Anyway, let's talk a little about the fundamentals of music from the standpoint of composing.
I keep telling people that composing for orchestra is not hard. Composing for orchestra well is hard. Because it's true! It's a lot of things, true, but you can break it down into components. I'll talk a little more about this below.
Music is about patterns--creating tension with different dimensions of pattern, then resolving it. In terms of pitch, you only have twelve of them repeating across various octaves to work with! But because you can combine the pitches in different ways, you can come up with different melodies. Speaking in terms of standard music notation, that's the "horizontal" dimension. And pitch is combined with patterns of rhythm--units of time. ( cut for length and tl;dr )
Okay, I am out of brain and I'm not sure any of this even makes sense to anyone who is not me. :] I am happy to answer questions (or, if you compose music yourself, talk shop!).
Joan C. Williams, White Working Class: Overcoming Class Cluelessness in America: ( Read more... )
I am grateful for and love the fact I have the apartment to myself for the weekend. Happy dance, happy dance, happy dance. I will have the apartment to myself almost every weekend of the Ren Festival season.
I am grateful for and love that fact that it's been an interesting week. I've had 3 late cancels, but not because they were being dicks, but because life does happen. One was sick, One made a mistake about which day she was supposed to be out of town (tried calling by our phone system was down for 2 days), and the last called in the afternoon to cancel, because he had work. I let them all go, mainly because live happens.
I am grateful for and love paying off debts. It is such a happy feeling to pay off debts, and not worry about them anymore.
I am grateful for and love evening naps, even unexpected ones. I was actually trying to meditate, but I was doing a guided meditation, which put me to sleep. So I then tried doing it on my own, and it worked like a charm to walk myself to my meditation.
I am grateful for and love the guidance that I receive. I know I am making some major changes to my life, and I really appreciate the guidance my guides, my readers, and teachers have offered me. It's really been helpful.
In the country where now it is the darkest form
of dark, every night has turned nightmare. There,
where demons think they have permission to freely
take what they want from among us, every encounter
is no longer rehearsal but battle. In the lands
where our foremothers sang through their teeth
through the air on wings of power, the cowardly
stumble to erect barricade after barricade.
They have outlawed Uber, though you might still
be able to get a Grab. Merciless traffic, lines
for public transportation so long their measure
could take you out of this world. I wish they would
actually take you out of this world, where not even
the most cautious child can find a sliver of clear
moonlight to guarantee home. But let us sing anyway:
for somewhere, someone winding and rewinding
the closed circuit TV tape has come to the part
where voices have doused the lamps in the alley; where
it is shown how they turned the alley into a sink,
fetid blood and liquids pooling slowly toward a clotted
drain. O for the beating of wings to shrive what they try
to hide in the dank pits of darkness. Collective hubbub
beyond the tracks and open air markets, where butchers
periodically wet their glistening wares with water— animal
jowls; flanks and sweetbreads pulsing under bare light bulbs.
The animal would first have been stunned with some kind
of blow: rendered unconscious, but not yet immediately
dead. The throat might be slashed, or a stake driven
close to the heart, the liver, the spleen. A captive bolt
pistol or conventional firearm might be fired into
the animal’s brain. On the tape, you might hear the boy
as he pleads: not necessarily for his life, just for time.
Someone heard his concern about having yet enough night after this
moment in which to memorize his lessons for a test. What is
the shortest distance between two points if not a line? His killers
were heard goading him to hold a gun; fire it, then run. This is how
animals are trussed tight for the final serve into the fire. It’s how
you know this is something they could not possibly have done to themselves.
~ in memoriam, Kian Loyd Delos Santos and all youth EJK victims; and the 13,000+
Aug. 2 marked the birthday of tardis_stowaway . I miss talking to her about fandoms we both love - Who, the MCU, Sherlock (I still believe in John/Sherlock/Mary!) - and anything else that catches our interest. She's a good writer, and a lovely person. So, lovely person, I hope you had a good birthday, and I hope the coming year will be good to you; more than good, great. I also hope to see you around these parts soon!
On Aug. 8, the_arc5 had her birthday. The last thing she posted over on/here on LJ was a fantastic 2011 commentary on "The God Complex" from Dr. Who; it was fantastic, and I still occasionally reread it, for the keen understanding of humans and the human condition that I think it shows. I don't know what she's doing, or whether she is ever online in this neighborhood. If she is, I hope she accepts this belated birthday wish.
Then, on Aug. 10, hawkmoth celebrated her birthday. Once again, this is someone I haven't seen around here for a year or so, and someone I'd love to see again. She is a very good fic writer, and she's also an interesting person. If you're out there, or auditing posts from people, I hope you see this, and know that someone who likes you on LJ is wishing you a belated birthday!
A little closer to the actual date, stillbrainfried celebrated a birthday on Aug. 18. She shares my love of the Ninth Doctor, and of Rose; I hope you had an excellent birthday, and that the year to come is good one for you.*
*I know I say that to almost everyone to whom I wish a happy birthday - and it's because I truly do wish that for everyone. 365 days of decency, happiness, support, creativity and, above all, love given, received, and shared; a gift I hope everyone gets on their birthday.
And if you're not watching Grace and Frankie but you would like to know why I am, well. I'm more than happy to share. :)