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Things Keep Happening. But not Things. I would have said things Keep Happening, but I am compelled to capitalize sentence-initial words' first letters, so I will reiterate; what I meant to emphasize was the continuing nature of the happening of things, a state also recognized by Nigerian conga player Jimmy Scott-Emuakpor, an acquaintance of one particular idol of mine, Sir Paul McCartney, who then endowed the expression with household recognition in 1968. Ob la di, ob la da.
Monday night's rehearsal explored some of the previously unread repertoire for the east coast tour, which was edifying. A lot of it is quite to my taste, a much smaller proportion is not (unusual when dealing with Bob's choices). I am, however, continuously grateful to be singing in the company of such highly skilled, trained and motivated colleagues, taxing as that makes the occasional departure.
Since Paul English's improvisatory concert was last week, the buildup/memorization twice-a-week rehearsals are off, which means I have Tuesday nights to myself again. John messaged to ask if I was free to go to fighter practice, which I had indeed been planning to attend, and since he was going I rode with him. However, hardly any of the chivalric fighters were there; it was two noobs like us, convening the first Houston Noobalot meeting, and we didn't see them till half an hour after we got there and waited around. Luckily, the conversation was good, so neither of us felt the evening wasted. And he introduced me to the story and cuisine of the Raising Cane chain, which sells only chicken strips (good business model rejected as a business-school project and failed a class, abandoned the degree and founded a wildly successful fast food franchise). Excellent fare. I love chicken strips, and they were more than passable.
I've made a shirt, I don't remember if I mentioned that, but the cool thing is that I found it too plain and started embroidering it. I've never tried embroidery before, and I was going to do a fairly large White Tree of Gondor (having just finished the RotK DVD extras again), but it turns out that my mom doesn't have any white embroidery floss, because white is boring. So I used some orange, which looks deeply gold on the purple shirt, and improvised some Rohirric sunbursts and triskelions around the front of the slit collar, and I'm planning on doing a bigger Rohirric sun on the breast. It shall be awesome. Actually it is already awesome.
I went to Rice today upon Dan's request to participate in the Connexions/OpenStax College sprint, which I didn't really know what it was going to involve and after having spent all day up there, still don't really know. It was pleasant enough, and I do espouse the values of open-source education, so, sure, I contributed. Also, there was some food. But after an initial failure of the OER Publication document importer, we figured out how to make it work and uploaded rough cuts of at least half a Life Sciences textbook for Siyavula, the South African open-source educational resource group that sent representatives to this Connexions conference that Dan's running. Also I copyedited some, because, hey, it really needs it. And I lent Dan moral support; he's been stressing about this conference for ages and it's going really well and making quite a splash. There's even mainstream media coverage, look:
New York Times
Inside Higher Ed
Forbes
USA Today
So yeah. That's what I did today. Now I'm watching comic book movies.
Monday night's rehearsal explored some of the previously unread repertoire for the east coast tour, which was edifying. A lot of it is quite to my taste, a much smaller proportion is not (unusual when dealing with Bob's choices). I am, however, continuously grateful to be singing in the company of such highly skilled, trained and motivated colleagues, taxing as that makes the occasional departure.
Since Paul English's improvisatory concert was last week, the buildup/memorization twice-a-week rehearsals are off, which means I have Tuesday nights to myself again. John messaged to ask if I was free to go to fighter practice, which I had indeed been planning to attend, and since he was going I rode with him. However, hardly any of the chivalric fighters were there; it was two noobs like us, convening the first Houston Noobalot meeting, and we didn't see them till half an hour after we got there and waited around. Luckily, the conversation was good, so neither of us felt the evening wasted. And he introduced me to the story and cuisine of the Raising Cane chain, which sells only chicken strips (good business model rejected as a business-school project and failed a class, abandoned the degree and founded a wildly successful fast food franchise). Excellent fare. I love chicken strips, and they were more than passable.
I've made a shirt, I don't remember if I mentioned that, but the cool thing is that I found it too plain and started embroidering it. I've never tried embroidery before, and I was going to do a fairly large White Tree of Gondor (having just finished the RotK DVD extras again), but it turns out that my mom doesn't have any white embroidery floss, because white is boring. So I used some orange, which looks deeply gold on the purple shirt, and improvised some Rohirric sunbursts and triskelions around the front of the slit collar, and I'm planning on doing a bigger Rohirric sun on the breast. It shall be awesome. Actually it is already awesome.
I went to Rice today upon Dan's request to participate in the Connexions/OpenStax College sprint, which I didn't really know what it was going to involve and after having spent all day up there, still don't really know. It was pleasant enough, and I do espouse the values of open-source education, so, sure, I contributed. Also, there was some food. But after an initial failure of the OER Publication document importer, we figured out how to make it work and uploaded rough cuts of at least half a Life Sciences textbook for Siyavula, the South African open-source educational resource group that sent representatives to this Connexions conference that Dan's running. Also I copyedited some, because, hey, it really needs it. And I lent Dan moral support; he's been stressing about this conference for ages and it's going really well and making quite a splash. There's even mainstream media coverage, look:
New York Times
Inside Higher Ed
Forbes
USA Today
So yeah. That's what I did today. Now I'm watching comic book movies.