Time Heals All Wounds.. And Then Kills the Patient
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Dusk
Dusk
Sun Aug 10 20:30:47 2003
Biblical MIDI
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And then, Pat felt the desire, long dormant, to play dramatic music from his MIDI collection. He started to invoke his servant timidity in the realm of holly, but alas, his urge was checked -- holly was silenced by Pat's own order, on account of clicks and pauses from holly's sound card being crappy. And lo, Pat typed the commands on trustworthy forrester, rejuvinated with SuSE. And the tunes played.. and Pat did scratch his head. Alas, the tunes did not sound as good as he recalled. So Pat did play with soundfonts, and things of that nature, and noticed some things were broken in SuSE's Alpha configuration. Pat did then have an idea. He made a WAV file from his midis, using the near-useless timidity on forrester, and played it over NFS using forrester's own soundcard. And yea! The sound was good. But, this was awkward. Why, pray tell, was forrester's timidity of so much lesser quality than holly's? Pat scratched his head, and came upon an idea.

holly:~$ rpm -ql timidity forrester:~$ rpm -ql timidity

Woe! SuSE's timidity came with a dearth of instruments, compared with Redhat's bounty. So, Pat crossed his fingers, entered into /usr/share/timidity, and typed the following magic commands: mkdir old mv * old scp -r pgunn@holly:/usr/share/timidity . mv timidity/* . rmdir timidity

And yea, the sounds of Pat's midis were good forever after.

Anyhow, my legs have been really really sore, partly from the bike fall, and partly from that run yesterday. I noticed today that the left one has an ugly bruise on the muscle, and the right one has a bruise near the hip. My neck has actually been really sore recently too. It's one of those rare times when I could use one of the massages I love to give out to my chosen.. but alas, I don't have a chosen now, and both of the ones I did have were more of the 'get massage' attitude than the 'give massage'. Oh well. Maybe it's just a matter of figuring out the right way to stretch the sore spots, or maybe I can self-massage those parts. Ouch. Oh well, at least my midis sound good.

Yesterday, I was reading National Graphic at Tree, and an interesting issue was brought up twice. One form of it is the desire to protect native cultures from assimilation, in this case uncontacted tribes of Africa. Christian missionaries are raising a stink that they're not allowed to go in there and spread their rot. Well, I don't give a damn about them -- they're among the worst species of humanity, spreading guilt, self-consciousness, and hampering the free spirit of man with their chains. Just like the bastard marketers telling you that you need Nike, and oh-so-conveniently being able to point you right at the store to buy them, these assholes go in, plant all their stupid notions of guilt and sin and other poisons to the soul, so they can be needed by nearly every human on earth. Even those who break free of that stupid meme, or those on whom it never manages to take (hi there!) can never be free in an enslaved society. Witness the objectivists, who lift the mouse trap open just wide enough that they can slip from that trap into a bigger one. I tell you, only when we seriously consider the question of how to live a good life, and don't take our morality from others, will we be free. No dictates from on high, no worship of money, and no dishonestly complex single notions of liberty will make you free. Ahem.. I've gotten off topic, haven't I?

The question is, what is to be done of the last humans to not be contacted by such stuff? Free association? Do the missionaries get to expose their ideas to everyone on the planet? It's such a difficult issue, and surprisingly, I'm not coming to a conclusion on this one yet. They're everywhere else, do they need to be there too? Should a community be able to close itself from such things? This kind of ties back to my local versus national control thoughts in government, and I have two different instincts fighting here. I'm obligated to either say the Christians should be able to go in there, or say that local control is more important, and cede my federalist (versus statist) stance. Or, I need to explain why the situations are not the same. All this for consistancy. I've been in contact, through Zets, who has a very very strong opinion for rights to cultural integrity. I'm not sure how that's helping me frame the issue -- I'm generally against notions of group rights, although I'm not sure of the shape of my thoughts on how sovereignty works... Hmm. Any thoughts on this issue are indeed welcome...

Off to coffee tree, after I have a nice, refreshing cup of water. Mmm... there's few things in life as wonderful as really really cold, pure water. That's partly why mostly giving up on pop was easy for me. Hell, if CMU's water situation wern't so lousy, I probably wouldn't drink so much tea there.. But sometimes tea is good in itself.. maybe it's demeaned in my mind by the way that I usually drink it there for other reasons though... I wonder if anyone would mind if I brought a water filter thing to work there.. Anyhow... too much talk, too little water.