Jan 13, 2024
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podficcing woes
so i says to myself, Self, do you wanna redo some podfic done three years ago with better voice-work, because i know you care about that and also you need a fucking project to keep the weather from driving you crazy?
and Self says, that sounds awesome. hey, do you remember that one from three years ago that's half an hour long, and two fics spliced together because they're closely related and also they're fully SFXed which means you had some extreme dynamic range to deal with when switching scenes and also there's a fucking air raid?
and i say, yeah. shit, that took a long time to do.
we should do that, says Self.
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(Actually it turned out really lovely and I'm looking forward to making it live.)
If you want to see what i'm talking about?
So describing this thing... this is the display of the Digital Audio Workstation I use - those coloured blocks in the middle are visuals of the samples I was working with. Big controls are up in the toolbar overhead. Track specific controls are in that left column - the volume slider bar, for example, and that high-lighted M means the selected track is currently on mute. The bar on the bottom holds Play, Pause, Stop, and Record buttons, a timestamp, and a thumbnail of the project as a whole. Each white block in that thumbnail represents one of the coloured blocks you see on the main screen only all of it, everywhere, all at once.
Yes, that is a quite complicated thumbnail.
Do I look hard enough to receive? I am not moved by God, but I am moved by this To experience the largesse: What you look hard at seems to look hard at you O to be marked reciprocally, yes please Across, above, below and with
— Jenny Johnson, from “Dappled Things,” In Full Velvet
"The first time I went to an Extraordinary Form Mass, often referred to as The Latin Mass, I loved it. But I also hated it." | Fr. Michael Rennier | Dappled Things
“This is why, once I was ordained a priest, I continued to attend Extraordinary Form Masses. I slowly taught myself – with the help of a few very kind friends – how to offer them as the celebrant and refine my ars celebrandi. As I practiced, the Mass took root in my soul. It readjusted my entire priesthood. I struggle to put in words exactly what was happening in me, but it has to do with the fact that, when I initially encountered the ancient Mass of the Church in all its glory, my soul was wrongly ordered. Spiritually, I had no idea how to recollect myself and rest in the presence of God. My passions were reaching out for entertainment, something to consume, to grab on to, something to do. Gradually, as I internalized the outward form of the Mass, its inward meaning unfolded. That meaning went far beyond knowledge I had acquired or rubrics I had memorized. It was a metaphysical change effected by beauty.“
Lost and Found “He is not here; He is risen!” — Luke 24:6 Hasn’t your mother always said it’s the last place you’d ever look? — a prom dress in the garden shed — the birthday card in a book holding your place in lieu of a finger — the breadbox, where the cat hid her litter. There’s snow in April, bonfires in June, needles in haystacks, nights with no moon. And that time an incredulous angel said: “Why seek ye the living among the dead?” You had to sit with that a minute. It cracked the cocoon of a bad habit. You felt something stretch and uncrinkle inside, opening wide like the wings of a butterfly.
by me, published here. Going off of social media for the Triduum. See you when all is new.
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You Came, We Went, David Anthony Harman
“Thus these paintings are not studies of light alone because light has that odd quality of not being able to be studied alone. Light, in its interaction, illumines place and time. You Came, We Went is a poignant example; it is haunted by the memory referred to by the title. Harman captures the interaction between place, viewer, and the light of the moment.“ - A Light Provoking
Perhaps Callista has something to tell us about women today, at a time when anxiety, low self-esteem and insecurities are rife among young women. In the formation of young women, there is a tendency, even among Christians, to emphasize external accomplishments: intellectual, sporting and practical achievements. While these are all very good and necessary, any intelligent woman will sooner or later fall into despair if she believes such success is all there is to life.
“Callista,” Christianity, and Woman’s Heart - book review by Belle Joseph at Dappled Things
A Paralytic Mark 2:1-12
‘Whenever somebody gets sick, we never know if the fevers, the watery eyes and noses, the red throats that knife us from within when we swallow, and the coughing that gives us no rest, will come and go or kill us. Every illness is fearsome, a bandit lying in wait ready to take our very lives.
Mine left me for dead, but I lived, though once the fevers had subsided, I found I couldn’t move, and what was left of my voice was a useless croak. Buried alive in my own wretched body I wished to fall asleep and never wake up.
Someone cut a hole in the roof of a house in Capernaum to let me through. The fuss. The fuss! I was so ashamed. Is it not bad enough that I depend on the mercy of others to watch my eyes blink “yes” or “no,” to wipe the crap off my wretched ass and make sure I don’t choke on the broth I sip?
And the nerve of that man—“Get up, pick up your mat, and walk.” Screw him! How cruel do you have to be? Imagine my surprise when instead of merely thinking about punching him in the face I found my fist jerking forward. He caught it with his hand and said, “Get up. It’s all right.”
The damn stretcher was heavier than I thought it would be but the dirt between my toes as I practically danced away, felt so good that to this day I remember little else.’
— Cristina Legarda