Wind Sprint
I am in the process of calibrating my bike's "computer". Using the Volvo's odometer, I measured the trip from here to the Renton Fred Meyer and back. The Volvo says 8.75 miles.
I set the bike to a wheel diameter reading closer to true and made the trip.
My legs must be getting something from
all of this because they seemed to have a mind of their own. I kept
asking if they would like to coast a bit but they just kept pumping. I
guess that's a good sign. I did manage to run out of breath on the
little hill through Dead Horse canyon. (Canyon? Surely it's not big
enough to be called a canyon) That was at the 7.something mile point. I think there was only one stop, maybe two.
The bike says 8.2 miles.
12.8 avg. 28.8 max almost flat run.
Still
needs further calibration. The Volvo has been compared to lots of
speedometer checks out on the highways and a few "your speed" radar
signs. I'll accept it as accurate.
Fidelio is crippled right at the moment due to a worn cotter pin.
The pin holds the pedal levers to the main driveshaft.
I was unable to find a proper size one at the bike shop in the U-district.
I might have to make one.
Still haven't
got any violinists lined up. Pros are a little leery of modern
composers because most of the stuff we write is incomprehensible and
impossible to play. Well, really, My computer can play 48 bars of 32nds at the lowest register of a tuba, why can't you?
Anyway the two string quartet pieces are virtually done.
String players don't have the breath problems that wind players do.
Listen to P.D.Q.'s schleptet for illumination of this phenomenon.
The piano, clarinet, and bass thingie is in the confusing stage where it is full of nice noises but refuses to gel into some kind of unity of purpose.
Life's like that, ain't it?
I've got to go now, the Volvo is apart getting it's 300,000 service.
I have to put it back together before I can look for a new cotter pin.
It's going to need a new radiator.
And, in the greater sense, don't we all?
Just ran a spell check. there is a "proper" spelling for "ain't" which I was brought up to believe was "not a word"
Mutatis Mutandis
I set the bike to a wheel diameter reading closer to true and made the trip.
My legs must be getting something from
all of this because they seemed to have a mind of their own. I kept
asking if they would like to coast a bit but they just kept pumping. I
guess that's a good sign. I did manage to run out of breath on the
little hill through Dead Horse canyon. (Canyon? Surely it's not big
enough to be called a canyon) That was at the 7.something mile point. I think there was only one stop, maybe two.
The bike says 8.2 miles.
12.8 avg. 28.8 max almost flat run.
Still
needs further calibration. The Volvo has been compared to lots of
speedometer checks out on the highways and a few "your speed" radar
signs. I'll accept it as accurate.
Fidelio is crippled right at the moment due to a worn cotter pin.
The pin holds the pedal levers to the main driveshaft.
I was unable to find a proper size one at the bike shop in the U-district.
I might have to make one.
Still haven't
got any violinists lined up. Pros are a little leery of modern
composers because most of the stuff we write is incomprehensible and
impossible to play. Well, really, My computer can play 48 bars of 32nds at the lowest register of a tuba, why can't you?
Anyway the two string quartet pieces are virtually done.
String players don't have the breath problems that wind players do.
Listen to P.D.Q.'s schleptet for illumination of this phenomenon.
The piano, clarinet, and bass thingie is in the confusing stage where it is full of nice noises but refuses to gel into some kind of unity of purpose.
Life's like that, ain't it?
I've got to go now, the Volvo is apart getting it's 300,000 service.
I have to put it back together before I can look for a new cotter pin.
It's going to need a new radiator.
And, in the greater sense, don't we all?
Just ran a spell check. there is a "proper" spelling for "ain't" which I was brought up to believe was "not a word"
Mutatis Mutandis
Labels: Impossible music, Life
posted by Lane Savant at 9:26 AM
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