Read review in a drumming mag a few years back. They were talking about the new Zildjian Z-series cymbals. The line that has always stuck in my head is:
“If loud is good and expensive is bad, these are the cymbals for you.”
Almost, but not quite just like saying, “These are cheap and noisy.” Ah, the spin.
One can’t help but wonder about this evening’s upcoming election results… spin, span, spun. My oh my!
November 7, 2006
cheap and loud
November 5, 2006
paint fumes, etc.
Little things… Got the last coat of paint applied in the head and hanging locker area aboard Centaurea this weekend. This Sunday afternoon, the paint barely dry, I got inspired and installed the head, vented loop, and all the discharge lines.
The head looks great with the fresh paint! The heights of the molded-in head baseplate pads I made are perfect for a comfortble sitting position, but I’ll probably have to give up on the deck prism idea; my head is just too close to the proposed location.
However, I may just bite the bullet and go ahead and build a pair of Dorade boxes abreast the mast, one venting into the head. This is a good idea in many ways, but I’d been resisting it because I really like the smooth flush deck forward of the low, short cabinhouse. The Dorades would dispupt this clean line.
Who am I kidding? With the liferaft on deck between the cabin and mast, and with the Dorades neatly in line with the mast anyways, I probably won’t lose anything visually anyways. Ah, but there looms the lippery slope… First Dorades, then guards for the cowls, then might as well go ahead with mast-pulpit “sissybars”…
But for this weekend, just paint fumes, and a great, simple, streamlined head install… that I can’t use! I can’t wait to get in the water!
October 30, 2006
my top friends
Cleaned out my MySpace friends list, and am already getting grief for it. Ha!
If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Usually it’s the same ol’ whine of, “Why am I ranked #5 instead of #3 on your ‘Top Friends’?”. Lately it’s the call of, “Put me back on your friends list!”.
First off, I think MySpace is a huge waste of time; I only maintain a presence on there because I have a few friends who don’t communicate any other way. Overall it pretty much sucks; it feels like the pinnacle of phony-ness (thanks, Holden).
I’ll manage, change, and re-order my “friends” list any damn way I please, according to whatever weird reason (or lack thereof) strikes me at the time.
Furthermore, I think it’s just plain ridiculous that there’s people I know, locally here on this tiny island, who I haven’t heard talked to or seen in months, who suddenly crawl out of the woodwork to bitch at me for deleting them. Want to be my friend that bad? Call me up! Write me a real email! Move your ass around the corner and down the road to my place. And get over it already! Life is too short for this grade-9 cliqueishness and drama.
October 18, 2006
quote of the day
“One day everything will crash and everything will burn. Right now all that is burning is the belief that change can occur. We need to put out that fire and start a much bigger one.” – Ezakiah Valentine, from The Limitations of Progress, 1936
