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A Good Day to Adapt

May 25, 2010 in Blogs

It is Tuesday, which no longer has the crushing workload it once had and so commended itself as an opportunity to do a bit extra.  I had drafted the second article in the Adapting series, the first which actually does any adapting, and so after a bit more cleanup and expansion than I had envisioned I posted it, Adapting Bujold’s Shards of Honor, which occasions announcing it here first and elsewhere momentarily.  This particular adaptation focuses on the string of events that comprise the plot, and how to connect a verser character to so complex a story without necessarily derailing it completely.  That is not what all of the stories will do, but seemed the critical question in this one; hopefully most referees can adapt most of the technological and body skills found in the story, and if not, well, we can talk about them more in the forum (follow the link for Discussion Forums if you don’t know where they are).

The moment I posted it, I went back to the main page and actually looked at it instead of simply clicking through it as I so often do and must have done today and perhaps yesterday, and noticed that yesterday Eric “Tadeusz” Ashley launched a new series himself, a serial novel cleverly named Cereal Novel.  I have already opened the article but not yet read it, but I’ve read his work before and his fiction is good and worth reading, so sight unseen I will ask site fans to support him by reading Cereal Novel:  You Elsewhen, the first chapter of what I’m sure is a promising new story.

I’ve also been doing a bit of music.  Baxter, my primary partner in Collision, came to me Sunday night and asked if we could cover a song.  I told him he knows how I feel about covers, but since maybe you don’t I’ll tell you how I feel about them (but don’t get me started on tracks).  If you’re going to do a song someone else has made popular, you are going to be compared to the original, and almost certainly at a disadvantage.  You should only do them if one of three things is true:

  1. You can do it so much better than the original that the comparison has to make you look good, or
  2. You can do it so completely differently from the original that it becomes apples and oranges and no one would try to compare the two, or
  3. You have an audience who will never have heard the original and so can’t make the comparison.

The first and third are both unlikely when working with a popular song in your own genre, so if I’m going to cover a song I go for the second.  In this case, though, it was a very unusual challenge.  See, the song is a “worship song”, and although “worship” doesn’t really mean that, “worship song” generally means a quiet gentle song through which deep emotions are expressed (where “praise song” generally means a fast, exciting song, although not as consistently).  Collision is a rock band; quiet gentle songs are not really our medium, but it is the worship aspect of this song that particularly caught his ear and I had to arrange it for a rock band without losing the worship aspect entirely, while still making it significantly different from the original.  Then, to complicate the challenge, right now our “rock band” is generally represented by us, that is, two acoustic guitars and one voice, and so I have to convert a worship song into a rock rendition and then adapt the rock rendition for an acoustic set.  When I realized it, I smiled sardonically.

And yesterday, as I was driving two hours with company and two hours without and had about five minutes in the middle to pick up a guitar amd make certain that what I was hearing in my head matched what my fingers were able to do, I wrote that arrangement.  Late last night and earlier today I put a bit of time into putting it “on paper”–actually, using a midi interfacing program to generate the two guitar and one vocal parts, play them back for myself and Baxter, and print sheet music on them.  Computers are wonderful; it probably would have taken me all day to do the papers by hand and a week to record it with a reel-to-reel deck by doubletracking.  Bax thinks he likes it, although he’s going to want to try actually playing the parts live before he commits.

I really am better at music than all this other stuff.  Ah, well, at least I can do the other stuff, too.

–M. J. Young

Equivalences

October 5, 2009 in Blogs

I thought I had mentioned but cannot now find a note with reference to my recent notion of a scale for explaining life, which I call the Nine Five Equivalent, abbreviated 95e.  In essence, it is determined by taking the time an individual ordinarily reports to work, calling it effectively nine in the morning, and then referencing all other times by their relationship to this.

I mention it now because I had car trouble–last night the alternator died on the car on which we rely for our own transportation.  I spotted the problem in time to cancel any evening travels and managed to drive to the garage early this morning so they could repair it.  That means that I was out of bed around eight thirty.  For someone on a nine-to-five schedule, that’s probably sleeping in a bit.  I, though, am on a three-to-eleven schedule, dictated by my wife’s employer.  Eight is seven hours before three, and thus I was up at 95e two-thirty in the morning.  I spent the worst part of the day falling asleep over a book and several cups of coffee in a diner that has a no sleepers policy, and settled the bills in the early afternoon.

Under the heading of what else could go wrong, I decided that since I was passing the inspection station on my way home, I would stop and ask how I get the car reinspected if I lost the paper that said for what it failed originally.  They were very helpful, having no one waiting, and said that they could print a copy from the central computer and bring me through right away.  Although it had failed for bad tires, apparently they had to drive it through the inspection line, turning it off, starting it, turning it off, starting it, turning it off, starting it, as it moved to the end, where they turned it off.  When I went to drive away, there was nothing left of the battery to start it yet once more.

Thanks to the generosity of my parents, I have Triple A, so I called them.  I know that in our part of the world it can take as much as ninety minutes to get emergency road service, because the approved service stations are some distance away and are often busy.  However, it was barely ten minutes before a vehicle, a large flatbed, arrived, and I thought I would be headed home.  Wrong again.  It seems that this particular truck was passing through the area and got a call from his dispatcher to check on me, but he had no jumper cables and no jumper pack–the tow truck could not give me a jump.  I could wait for him to drive back to his base, probably half an hour away, and return with cables, or for someone else to get to me, or I could let him tow me wherever I wanted to go.

On reflection, I had him tow me the mile or two back to the garage that had done the repair.  They found my story of the inspection station running down the battery entertaining, and set about charging the battery for most of an hour while I sat this time on a bench in the sun.

It drove home fine, and the gauges and lights all looked good, but as for me I wandered about a bit trying to get oriented and finally collapsed for a nap in the nine-five equivalent of about noon to three.  I am now attempting to get up to speed on some of what I missed in this disrupted day.

I hope you found it entertaining.

I did have the foresight to upload the latest Examiner temporal anomalies article before I left for the garage, although I am only this evening announcing it (you should subscribe if you want to be notified, but I have no idea how that works).  This was an answer to Primer Question 1:  the disappearing Abe, treatment of one particular doppelganger in the cult-popular film.  It remains to be seen how the readers will respond to these question-and-answer articles, but I had been planning to do a third viewing of the Futurama movie Bender’s Big Score so I could continue the analysis, and the car trouble disrupted those plans as well.

So at this point I think I’m pushing most of Monday into Tuesday and trying to get back to some semblance of sanity around here.

–M. J. Young

Did I Fail to Mention

May 15, 2008 in Blogs

There was a disruption in my Tuesday night that might have been overlooked:  one of the female friends of one of my sons (not a girlfriend) called around three in the morning because she was maybe a mile away and her truck was making horrible noises and screaming that it was low on oil.  Since I was not certain where she was, and I was still doing forums, I rather unchivalrously let her walk to me (it’s not a bad area, and she’s a pretty tough girl), and then drove back with her to add oil from our supply into her crankcase.  It was not, I think, so bad as she feared, but she blew an engine once, apparently, by ignoring the warning lights, so she was wise to avoid the risk.  I returned home with enough time to finish my work before dealing with the morning schoolboys, and then got a bit of sleep before working on Wednesday, which was late most of the day, as mentioned.

Today I knew I was committed to an early afternoon errand, and when I returned from that I recognized the need to get dinner made, which was served just in time for Brittany to arrive for the Collision rehearsal.  Baxter did not make it; his little sister was involved as a store clerk in an armed robbery this afternoon, and he had just gotten her home from the police station when we called to find out where he was.  Adam arrived, although he was a bit late.  It was, however, a good rehearsal overall, as we spent time trying to learn the second tier songs.

I got dinner myself after that, and have been trying to get through the day from the delayed beginning since then.

–M. J. Young

Moving My Schedule Around

April 22, 2008 in Blogs

Yesterday was sufficiently behind schedule that I did not reach the north end of the state until about four hours later than my original estimate, and then had dessert in the intended rendevous diner (technically a breakfaster, open from ten at night to three in the afternoon and specializing in things like eggs) not quite alone but without the company of the friend I’d expected to meet.

Then, sometime around midnight before I had run into the construction on the Turnpike that set my E.T.A. back from two to two thirty in the morning, I received word by cellular phone that the friend I had volunteered (or been volunteered, I’m still not completely certain) to move expected us to be there by ten in the morning.  That meant an hour of sleep after finishing yesterday’s work, and then an hour after getting kids on buses, and then I stole another hour before getting dressed, getting their late but as they were pretty much just getting started.  It was mid-afternoon by the time we were finished with the task, and approaching dinnertime by the time I was back in the house.

Things did not run smoothly even then.  I requested that a particular member of the household wash dishes, and he indicated that he would do so after he finished some homework.  Since the kitchen situation would have made it difficult even to serve leftovers (my intended meal for the night) I decided to get another hour of sleep before tackling the matter.  Then someone or something woke me every twenty minutes over the next three hours, at the end of which I was more cross than rested, but had to feed the youngest so he could get to bed.

I’ve not yet decided whether I’m going to push through the Tuesday work today or send myself to bed, but I suppose first I should see how long it takes to get through the forum posts, and how I feel at that point.  I’ve a stack of extra tasks tucked into tomorrow, but not so bad that I can’t manage them, depending on the weight of the e-mail.

–M. J. Young

Concerted Effort

April 20, 2008 in Blogs

The Collision concert went reasonably well last night.  Baxter brought his new amp, which looks really good, but because we’d not worked with it I suggested we use the old one for this concert.  Adam got crossed communication wires and went to the wrong coffeehouse location, and since Brittany had to be out early we got a short delay and then did the first song without him, tuned up the bass while Brittany introduced the second, and finished our two songs to audience approval.  I got some compliments on Adam’s playing, but he ducked out early.  Baxter and I did an encore near the end of the night, which also went well, although not as well as the opening songs.

Meanwhile, I’m starting to get nervous about the week ahead.  I’ve got Ubercon on Friday, and Kyler has indicated that he will not be going this time, and I’m not certain what John’s situation is.  I can probably handle it alone–but there are still many preparations to make, including getting my hotel reservation (I don’t know anyone close enough to Edison to stay with them, despite having attended elementary school within half an hour of there).  I have to do inventory of everything that has to go with me, probably printing copies of forms used, and make sure that I have everything packed.  Complicating this, my Monday Workload has been increased because when I take my mother-in-law shopping I will also have to go about ninety minutes further to return a certain young lady to her home.  Then my overbooked Tuesday has been further overbooked by the need to help an old friend move.  I’ve also realized that our youngest guest’s medicine will run out next weekend, and that his doctor cannot refill it without seeing him, so I’m going to have to twist arms to get him an appointment midweek on top of everything else.

It’s not looking good; and I have been alerted that there is a substantial amount of work awaiting me in the form of an analysis of The Last Mimzy that will add a significant chunk of time to Monday’s work.

Conventions always mean crazy weeks; unfortunately, crazy weeks don’t always wait until they are convenient.

–M. J. Young

Not a Milestone

April 15, 2008 in Blogs

Not every day can be a milestone.  In the past week I’ve seen two books finalized and made available for purchase–Faith and Gaming yesterday and Game Ideas Unlimited Volume 1 over the weekend.  I have done a bit of announcing of these books here and there, although there are probably a few more places where I ought to announce them.  I should also get them added to the web sites–but today is Tuesday, always busy, so it is unlikely that these tasks will be completed just yet.

We’ll see how it progresses.

Where to Begin

April 2, 2008 in Blogs

It is evident to those who follow this column that I lost most of yesterday.  This was not entirely unanticipated; I knew that I would be driving someone’s girlfriend home, and visiting my still not healthy parents while up that way.  I also caught up with an old friend once again.  It was not entirely without any business purpose–one of those I saw bought a copy of the Multiverser rules, and another bought two of my self-published books, so there was some return for the investment.

However, it leaves me looking at Wednesday with the Tuesday workload still on my plate, and wondering in what sequence to do everything so as to get everything finished.  I am eager to check the e-mail, given that I am awaiting a reply to that job application I sent; I am not eager to put the Lutheran forum too late in the night.  Nor do I wish to delay those Gaming Outpost forum posters who have been waiting to learn what happens next in their adventures.  Thus everything seems a bit urgent, and yet it is not entirely clear what is most important.

Hopefully everything will be reached in time.

–M. J. Young

Eat, Sleep, Drive

March 18, 2008 in Blogs

…Not necessarily in that order.

As I mentioned on Sunday, yesterday’s plan involved driving north so that a son could spend his girlfriend’s birthday with her. This also would give me opportunity to visit my sick father, who although home from the hospital seems to have lost his voice (vocal chords not responding for some reason), and to connect with our drummer to give lend him the electronic drum gadget he’s been eager to use. It has also meant that the Monday workload got pushed into today atop the Tuesday workload, which is a lot of work.

The plan did not go entirely smoothly. I believe I got almost three hours of sleep by five in the morning, when the first to need to catch a bus was looking for his morning medicine, and then in somewhat disrupted and disjointed fashion pieced together my morning study and was on the road around quarter after seven. We grabbed breakfast at the gas station (which is not as bad as it sounds, since although Wawa has recently established a strong place in the retail gasoline market they are traditionally a deliconvenience store) and so reached the northern destination very shortly after ten.

Having fought for consciousness over the last leg of that journey, I locked the car and slept, fitfully with the CD player running, for about two hours. I then was unable to reach the drummer, who I think had not anticipated his wife and her Irish family monopolizing his time on St. Patrick’s Day–but my mother called, wondering why I was not already there, so I went there, ate lunch, and by around two was reading clippings cut for me.

Then, perhaps near three, I fell asleep again, and slept until my cell phone awoke me, my wife calling to see what arrangements I had made for several things she had expected me to address. Since it was by then almost six, my mother turned her attention to feeding me dinner and packing my car full of groceries. I still could not raise my drummer on the phone, I settled in to wait for someone to call.

The son called first–not the son for whose call I was waiting, but the son who hoped I would pick him up from his brother and bring him home for a few days. That was agreed, although the timeline was still uncertain. Then the anticipated son called, but to tell me that he was going to have dinner nearby before he was ready to go home. Then the drummer called, and the end of the stay up there was a somewhat awkward juggling of conflicting connections–but we made it.

The return trip put us in the driveway around two in the morning, if memory serves, and then there were some things that could not stay in the car overnight which had to be unpacked. My online work was limited to posting to the Corinthians list, and then I got to bed about an hour before I would be getting up again–but at least this time I correctly anticipated being able to return to bed after people were rousted and driven from the house. I think I’m reasonably rested at this point, but do not know whether I will be caught up by the end of the night or not.

To add to the confusion, my mother-in-law called. We just solved her banking problem so she can pay her bills, but now she has no stamps. Thus I have promised to bring her some tomorrow. Here’s hoping that’s not too disruptive.

–M. J. Young

When Should I Say No?

March 12, 2008 in Blogs

I lost a big chunk of yesterday to return a son’s girlfriend to her distant home. I was shorted on sleep for it, and am not certain I fully caught up today. I was also behind on the work, since I spent the bulk of this evening doing the major part of my Tuesday work, the Lutheran forum.

I seem to be losing a couple days a week this way, and my wife wants me to put time into some other projects that need my attention, but I don’t seem to have the time. At the moment, though, I am concerned about next Monday. In fairness, it is the girl’s birthday, and a girlfriend has the right to expect a doting boyfriend to pull out at least some of the stops for her birthday. However, I’m wondering if they expect too much from me. He is hoping that I will drive him up, which I understand; in fact, his notion that I visit my hospitalized father is excellent, and I am already entertaining the notion of killing part of the day chatting with drummer John. However, he wants to be there by ten in the morning–which means I’ll be leaving here pretty shortly after putting the last student on the bus, as it’s two and a half hours if there’s no traffic, and we’ll be hitting the Philadelphia and New York metro morning rushes (an oxymoronic name for the time when no one can get anywhere fast). He then plans to be there until rather late–late enough that I am going to have to drive back the ninety minutes and pay the three or four dollars in tolls to get back to take my mother-in-law shopping, because there is no way that he will be back in time for me to reach her in time to get her to the store if I wait for him. I would then have to drive back to him, another ninety minutes and several dollars in tolls (plus we are needing gas money) so that I can bring him home again.

By the time I would be home, I would have lost the entire day and shorted myself on sleep for it.

I guess I need to find out what he’s going to do to make this possible for me. Somehow, though, I’m not optimistic.

–M. J. Young

Not Another Tuesday

March 11, 2008 in Blogs

I was wrapping up last night, with only the Corinthians list still to do, when I was asked whether I would be willing to go for a short ride. The short ride wound up about an hour each direction, and the quick run inside also hit about an hour, so by the time I got home and finished that last bit of work it was about fifteen minutes before time to roust the boys.

This would not have been so bad, but that our oven died over the weekend, and a call to the gas company appliance service promised a technician this morning, so I had to stay up in case he showed early. He did not show that early, and did not stay long before pronouncing: the oven is dead. I thus lost part of my afternoon to finding a replacement, but other than that we drove quite a distance hunting for the used appliance shop only to realize when we got there that we’d been there before some years back (to get a part for a dryer) it went quite well, and tomorrow afternoon someone will be removing our worn device and replacing it with a rather nicely refurbished one. We did have to stop to pick up a few things that will make dinner possible, but by TV Guide standards it is not yet evening as I start my work.

This, too, would not be so bad, but that last week I committed to driving two people to the north country tonight. They must be there; I must drive them. I might get some driving help, but my new stand-in driver has been deathly ill the past couple days and I’m almost surprised that he is coming with me, but that it is his girlfriend who is going home, and another son going to work for the week.

All of this means there is little hope that I might complete my Tuesday workload. I’ll be pleased if I manage to get through today’s Gaming Outpost threads and am still able to post to the Corinthians list. We need to get on the road early this evening, and that does not give me much time.

–M. J. Young