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Pace yourself

(Another follow-up to the creativity hangover. Bear with me.)

Back in September, equalization finally became clear to me. I would toy with EQ plug-ins, not really knowing what sliders I was sliding or knobs I was turning. After a bit of web surfing and a video demonstration — the location of which I no longer remember — I understood. So I went on a tear and retracked a whole bunch of songs so that I may properly apply equalization on the various parts.

I went through a good 40 songs in a week. That got me hungover.

I've spent the last three years recording and writing like a madman. Lots of songs which have been in limbo for more than a decade finally took shape, and I even added a few new songs to fill in the gaps. At this point, I have about 95 tracks in progress, and all of them are about 80 to 90 percent complete. Thing is, that last 10 to 20 percent are the persnicketty details which tend to make any project drag.

Also, 90 percent spread over 95 tracks is a big whomp of 10 percent unfinished.

I already have these songs organized by albums, EPs and singles, so why not just concentrate on finishing one album, EP or single? Well, that would make sense, wouldn't it?

I'm still learning how to do all this home recording studio stuff, and when I figure out some new technique, I want to apply it — to everything. Usually it's because I've listened to these songs in one fashion for a number of months that I want to hear them differently. So I never just work on one particular piece.

But now I'm hunkering down, and I'm focusing on the first album I finished writing in 2005. The vocals are the only thing on which I've been dragging my feet — mostly because I suck at singing — but I think I've got a few performances that don't make me totally wretch.

Getting some new toys also helped ease me out of the hangover. I recently purchased a $233 condenser microphone, which is nearly 4 times more than I paid for my previous condenser microphone. And yes, I can absolutely tell the difference. I also bought a pair of $100 headphones, to replace the $50 headphones I bought 10 years ago. Now I don't have headphones bleeding into the vocal track — it makes pitch correction easier. (Yeah, I use pitch correction. Believe me — you will thank me.)

These past few weekends have me encouraged that I can get one album done. Of course, that leaves four others to finish. And five EPs. And three singles.

Unplanned obsolecense

About a month and a half ago, I complained about being creatively hungover. I've slowly recovered from it, and I have been chipping away at some work.

One thing that jolted me out of my website-building slump was the adoption of a third-party framework to replace one I built over the past five years. In the office, I built a number of web applications using code I fashioned for my personal projects, and now I'm moving them over to CodeIgniter. I should have done it years ago, but even as recently as 2005, I felt I needed to build everything from scratch because I wanted to be familiar with how every little detail works.

Then I started learning more about MVC patterns and took a look at code that implements it far more effectively than my own. I saw two options:

  • Turn my patchy framework into something comparable to Ruby on Rails or CakePHP
  • Actually move my applications to Ruby on Rails or CakePHP

But I knew the amount of work to adapt existing code to a new structure took just as much — if not more — time than writing from scratch. And I have a lot of code — code which has gone through numerous rewrites before. Reinventing the wheel just didn't sound appealing.

The work applications, however, have a glaring Achilles heel — I'm the only person who knows what's going on. It would take more time than is worth for someone else to go in and figure it all out. If I didn't move all that code to something already documented — and my patchy framework is not documented very well — it would rot.

I was immediately sold on CodeIgniter because integrating the Smarty template engine was easy and quick. CakePHP doesn't seem to encourage such integration. (Some developers believe a framework with its own template engine shouldn't need to use Smarty in the first place.) That's important because I have far too many templates to adapt to a new templating engine.

Once I started moving the code over, it felt good finally to impose a better sense of structure on what was quickly turning into reams of spaghetti code. My framework was kind of, sort of object-oriented in spirit but not in practice.

When I managed to move over a registration and login system in three days, I felt engaged with code again.

Of course, this means I'm essentially trashing five years of my own work. But honestly? I'm so ready to move on.

I'm past the point of wanting to learn the ins and outs of functions, control structures, logic and data types. I read articles on weblogs extolling the virtues of good developers, and they all described me three years ago. I'm not so eagar to code after work, to refactor applications over and over again, to keep up with the proverbial Joneses. Eight years ago, it was all new to me, and it tapped into a part of my creativity that craves logic over expression.

Since 2005 — not coincidentally when I started making music again — the figurative pendulum has done its proverbial swing. I have a good idea of what I'm doing now. I don't need to prove much more to myself.

Participant’s regret, or Hello, Holidailies

Hello, Holidailies readers.

A few days after I signed this site up to participate in Holidailies, I hit upon the gimmick I could have spread out over the coming month. The only problem? It's content more appropriate for my music blog, Musicwhore.org. I thought perhaps I could do it here on Vox, but it involves a bit of multimedia, and Vox is a bit inept in accomodating my exacting specifications on how it's to be presented.

That's a fancy way of saying I'm too lazy to make it work on this site.

I had actually been hemming and hawing over which site to register — this one or Musicwhore.org? I chose this site because it's been neglected, and a one-month challenge to write would force me to neglect it no longer. I had an online journal I kept for 10 years, but I ended it back in September 2006. I set this site up about six months later because I kind of missed the whole personal, online journal style (as opposed to short-burst, informational blogging). As days spread to weeks spread to months spread to years, it became apparent what little I had to say became even less.

As in, no-more-than-140-characters less.

Most of my personal blogging these days happens on teh Twitterz, because that 140-character limit really, really appeals to my love of conciseness and crypticness. But a series of Twitter posts amounts to little more than an autobiographical scrolling news bar at the bottom of a television screen. To get a full story, I would need to write a full story.

And that is my intention for the next month or so.

Whether I continue after that, I hesitate to guess.

Before and after

I decided to take some new photos for an internal website in the office. Compare and contrast how I looked like in 2003 (left) as compared to 2008 (right). If you're reading this on LiveJournal, you may need to come hither to Vox.

Office photo, 2003Office photo, 2008

Creativity hangover

I'm bored with everything right now.

I'm not in the mood to work in the studio. I'm not in the mood to write reviews or post blog entries. I'm not in the mood to shoot videos. I'm not in the mood to write creatively. I'm not in the mood to watch TV or movies. I'm certainly not in the mood to build web sites.

If I try to engage in something, I get fatigued mentally. I just don't want to do anything.

And I finally figured out why — it's a creative hangover. I jumped head long into a whole bunch of endeavors this summer, from releasing a CD to shooting music videos. I even self-published a novel. I had the sense I was really pushing myself, but I didn't really realize till now just how much creative fuel I've exhausted.

Just about everything, really.

Now I'm in this curious nether state where nothing engages me. It's kind of alarming and comforting at the same time. Part of me wishes the creative juice would get replenished, but like the Central Texas weather as of late, I'm going through a drought. Guess that's what I get for not conserving.

So I pretty much sleepwalk through the work day, then veg out in front of the TV at night. I have been hanging out in gay websites more often, and a series of events in the past week resulted in my giving my phone number to a guy. I'm working out still, but even that's reached a lull — I hit a plateau in August, and I've actually been gaining weight instead of losing weight. (Could be muscle, though.)

I'm pretty much disconnected.

I'd be annoyed, but annoying is boring too.

The future is closer than you realize

One day after I checked my Hotmail account, MSN prominently featured a story about retirement planning, complete with a calculator. In the past, I would participate in retirement plans at almost every job I worked. (Waterloo was the exception because I needed every single penny of that paycheck.) But I treated it like some abstract concept. Besides, these kinds of plans are pitched in ways that say, "Just put money in, and let it work for you. Don't think about it."

When I was just starting out, I did exactly that. I didn't think about it at all. The usual routine is to increase your contributions as your finances get stable. Being laid off, then underemployed and now underpaid isn't exactly stable. The cost of living has increased, and my average salary hasn't. So I'm stuck with making the paltry contribution I have been since, well, forever.

Now that I'm within sight distance of 40, it's dawning on me that I just might be screwed, not just with retirement but on the whole. I used to be incredibly vigilant with my finances, but when the dot-com bubble burst in 2000, there was no point. Why be vigilant with something that's not there?

I've spent the last few years waiting for things to get better, and now that I'm entering my second economic downturn as an independent adult, I kind of realize they never really did. I'm breaking even. That's fine, I guess, but I'm tired of it.

So I spent this past weekend getting caught up with the numbers in Quicken. I had to reconstruct my retirement data because I had been haphazard with updating it. At one point, Quicken told me my retirement portfolio was worth only $750. After reconstruction, the number multiplied manyfold. But the retirement calculators all still say I'm screwed if I don't pick up the pace.

I have a credit union account in Hawai`i that's supposed to serve as a rainy day fund. It looks like it's raining now. So I'm going to move a chunk of it to my local banks in Austin. I've been stashing away about $175 per month, hoping to save up for something nice for myself like a trip or a new printer. I'm going to bring that back down to $100 per month because gas prices are pretty much forcing my hand.

I thought about cutting expenses, but I don't have much of an extravagant lifestyle. I could cut back on shopping for CDs, but I think the awful release schedule by the labels should take care of that for me. Actually, I ought to go back to cooking for myself, since my grocery bills skyrocketed when I started depending on Central Market's Chef Corner for sustanence. I won't because the only things I can cook involve lots of frying. That, and I want to see if The Abs Diet really works.

To address the credit card debt, I've moved revolving charges — TiVo and eMusic — to my debit card, and I removed the credit card from almost all online shopping sites. If I want to pay for something, I'll need the cash on hand to get it. I'll keep it on record for my domain registrar and for travel web sites. I have no idea whether I need to fly back to Honolulu at a moment's notice. I stopped short of cutting up the card. Rather, I took it out of my wallet, so I wouldn't be tempted to use it.

It's a good thing I'm a recluse. Staying in on weekends is no problem for me, and these leaner times certainly won't curtail what I don't already do. Besides, I have a lot to work with Eponymous 4 to get finished.

Raises are supposed to happen next month, but I'm not holding my breath. I actually got a raise out-of-cycle as part of a promotion, but with economy in such bad shape, I'm betting I'm sitting this cycle out till next October.

I want to think as pessimistically as possible so if something good does happen, it'll be surprising.

‘The Abs Diet’ review in four words: good info, shitty writing

I've been seriously relaxing my weight loss regimen in the last month because I've done a lot of good work in a year, and I deserve a bit of break. So I've been keeping my panic perspective in check about the obvious plateau I've now reached. I haven't been able to budge past 168 pounds for a number of weeks now, and while it wouldn't be a bad idea to shed another 13 or so pounds, I think losing 47 since last year is a remarkable achievement.

But I know what's happening: my body has adjusted to change in diet and to the increase in activity. It's figured out how I'm expending my energy, and it's calibrated not to lose any more than it's already lost.

Unfortunately, my personality loves structure. I like going into the workout room of my apartment complex — it's too small to deserve the name "gym" — and knowing I'll do three reps of 10 on Machine X, three reps of 10 on Machine Y, 20 minutes of cardio on the treadmill, etc. So too does my body, and the only way to get it to work is to change the structure. And no, I'm not that big of a fan of change.

I've run across mention of The Abs Diet on Ask Metafilter, and I figured it might help me to shed off the love handles that I've had since, well, forever. I read a bit about the premise, and I found it somewhat encouraging. So I dropped cash on the book itself.

I finished it this weekend, and boy, did I have to steel myself from all the self-help hot air. The author, David Zinczenko, is editor-in-chief of Men's Health magazine, which should put him in a position to know his material. And he does. It does not, however, put him in the position of being a good writer. Yes, he can string together a coherent sentence, and yes, his words have a definitive a voice. A needlessly smarmy, conceited voice. The kind of voice that had me saying, "Shut the fuck up, you goddamn frat." I guess motivational books need a certain writing style to convince

people to get up and do something, but Zinczenko can come across as a

total asshole tool.

Actual mention of the diet itself doesn't start till page 93, which means you essentially get 92 pages of introduction. Yes, 92 pages of "The Abs Diet will do this" and "The Abs Diet will do that" with no mention of what The Abs Diet really involves till 3/4 of the way through the book. Yeah, it wouldn't be much of a book if it cut to the chase — it would end up being a 20-page pamphlet, actually — but holy fuck do you have to get through lots of bad jokes and stupid pop culture references which already makes the book sound terribly dated.

Like there's still comedy gold waiting to be mined from Janet Jackson's Superbowl half-time show.

Those 92 pages aren't without their merit, however. Zinczenko puts out a lot of common sense to debunk the low-carb craze, and he explains quite plainly the difference between good fats and cholesterol from bad fats and cholesterol. I found that information engaging, despite Zinczenko's best efforts to sound conversational.

I admit, I'm the kind of person who wants points to be made with minimal fuss. Be creative, yes, but don't overstate your argument. Perhaps books of this ilk aren't designed for readers such as myself, because it was quite an effort to find the information amid all the rah-rah.

The funny thing is, I was already doing The Abs Diet without knowing I was doing The Abs Diet.

For the past year, I've been using The Hacker's Diet, which is less a diet and more a methodology of measurement. The Hacker's Diet tells you nothing about how to eat and how to exercise. In fact, its only advice is to eat less, exercise more, which is what doctors and health professionals pretty much say all the time. Instead, The Hacker's Diet encourages people not to pin everything on the number you read on the scale. It doesn't measure everything, but regular (i.e. daily) measurements can indicate overall trends. In short, The Hacker's Diet cuts through the signal to noise ratio of what the scale shows you.

So I consulted my doctor, and she gave me certain bits of advice that pretty much confirmed what I already heard — you can still eat what you want, just in smaller portions. And make sure calories from fat don't exceed 30 percent of total calories. A cookie once in a while won't hurt, but a cookie every day won't help.

My eating and exercise habits changed gradually over the past year, and back in June, I found myself eating vegetables, meat and rice in reasonable portions. By the time I read The Abs Diet, I found myself saying, "Yeah, I already do that. And I already do that …"

I'm probably going to add a few more foods to my menu, and I'll probably go back to eating snacks between meals as I did at the start of the exercise regimen. Back then, I needed to because I was unaccustomed to eating smaller portions. Then it stopped being an issue because the meals themselves were enough to keep me full from one to the next.

And since the gym equipment in my apartment complex has been broken for the past month and a half, I've invested in some dumbbells. I need to shake things up with the workout routine, and doing them in my apartment rather than relying on the gym should be a drastic enough change.

It'll be a few weeks — six, according to the book — before I notice a change, so I'll let you know if anything happens. At that time, we'll see how much of a ringing endorsement I can give the book. But my immediate reaction to The Abs Diet? Good info, but the writing is crap.

What you don’t know could stun a team of oxen

I've been working with MIDI since 1990. I learned the very basics of multi-track recording from owning a four-track cassette recorder in the early '90s. And since 2005, I've been exploring the world of digital audio workstations and software synthesizers.

In the last three years, my mind would make a connection between how something is done in a studio and how I do it at home.

I wondered why my recordings never had the same volume as a professional recording. That's when I learned about compressors and limiters.

When I started recording vocals, I ran into trouble with clipping. That's when I learned that those same compressors and limiters can be applied on a single track, as well as an entire mix. So I had to buy a hardware compressor and figure out where to plug my auxiliary send and return.

I wondered why my vocals never really "sat" in the mix with the rest of the instruments. That's when I learned equalization allows instruments to reside in "frequency zones" — guitars don't have much business in the bass frequencies, and a bass doesn't have much business in the middle frequencies, although some high end frequencies are helpful.

I thought the problem with my vocals — aside from the fact I can't sing — was the fact my microphone is pretty cheap. I considered augmenting the mic with something a bit pricier, in the $300 range thereabouts. Instead, I invested in a plug-in designed to process vocals for $60. The plug-in applied EQ, compression, de-essing, and gate in one fell swoop, letting my vocals sit in an equalized mix much better.

So I spent two weeks re-recording tracks so I could apply the proper equalization to parts.

Part of my inability to sing is an inability to stay in tune. When I record vocals, I think I'm mostly in tune, untill I play back the recording and discover I miss notes left and right. The problem was I couldn't hear myself. I have headphones connected to one auxiliary send, a compressor to the other. The vocal channel has only one dial for auxiliary send — one side for post-fader, the other for pre-fader. The compressor was already connected to the post-fader send, and headphones were connected to the pre-fader send. I needed the compression not to hog up the auxiliary send.

I thought I needed a new mixer, one with two sends, another item in the $300-$500 range. Then I read the manual of my current mixer and discovered an insert I/O jack, into which I could plug my compressor. So instead, I bought an $8.50 send/return cord (tip-ring-sleeve jack on one end, two mono jacks on the other) and connected the compressor there, allowing me to use the auxiliary send to hear myself. Hopefully, that's enough to get my singing in line. Probably not.

Just when I think I'm getting a hang of recording in a home studio, a situation pops up that reminds me I still have a long way to go. And every new thing I learn usually means applying that knowledge to some 80 odd songs. It gets tedious.

New, unguided learning experiences may also lead to questional financial decision. Get a new microphone for $300, or get a plug-in for $60? Get a new mixer for $300 to $500, or invest in a $9 cord.

I don't look forward to the day when I get some gear that I can't use because I made the wrong assumption. I already have plenty I don't use.

Oh, how the mind wanders …

I swear to deity, the following dialogue was running in my head while I was doing some menial task at work:

… I am pie eating, part number making …

… You know, when I'm not bothered to do any development, I'm pretty much just the department clerk …

… Clerk. I kind of like how the English say it. "Clark" …

… Just like that scene in Howards End

… Tell your young clark the Porfirian will smash …

… Helen, do you hear? The Porfirian will smash! …

… What the hell does "smash" mean in that sense? …

… The Porfirian? A fine firm. Solid as houses …

… I kind of want to watch Howards End again …

… Maybe I'll throw in Maurice while I'm at it …

… I should post to Twitter saying how I can't explain why I'm in the mood to watch the Ivory Merchant E.M. Forester films …

… Actually, I'm not that much in the mood. I just had a weird train of thought …

… I'll write a blog entry about it instead …

I don’t do flack jacket

I had my employee review today, and it was 99 percent positive. The critical 1 percent called me out for being unprepared for meetings I chair. It's a valid observation because I usually attend meetings, I don't lead them. And for good reason.

I've been management before, and I wasn't very good at it.

In the past, I let the whole notion of being in charge get to my head, and it would trip me out. In my various editorial positions back in college, I ruled with an iron fist. At my first job, I was passed over many times for positions of greater responsibility. At the time, I bristled over the fact I was denied a fatter paycheck. In retrospect, passing me over did the organization much good. I would have so totally pissed everyone off.

Part of the reason I left journalism — aside from the lousy hours and lousy pay — was the fact success was gauged vertically. If you wanted to get paper, you had to climb the ladder. That didn't appeal to me, so I decided to move laterally — by becoming a developer. The pay was better, and I didn't have to supervise anyone.

The criticism in my evaluation was offered because the commenter in question would like me to see lead more initiatives in the department. Kramer advised me to start looking into management courses during our last consultation in May (right before my trip to Hawaiʻi.) He said in about three or four years, I'll be in management.

I had to wrinkle my nose at that prediction. Thing is, Kramer also said my music would "take off" back in 2002. Five years later, I ended up recording 90 some odd demos and did a short-run pressing of a CD.

Aw, shit.

If Kramer is right, I'm not looking forward to it. Maybe I can lead, and perhaps the 10 years since working at the student newspaper may have mellowed me out. But leadership is not my default position. I can stand in front of a crowd and speak with relative ease if need be, but I don't go out and volunteer for it. That's a hallmark of the INTJ personality type — we can be called to lead if everyone else sucks at it.

I actually prefer being No. 2. Someone I knew back in high school had a clever answer whenever scholarship interviewers wanted to know what she wanted to do in the future. She said she wanted to be chief of staff at the White House. Why not president? Because the chief of staff has more power and is the closest to influence the president.

That's why I never applied to be editor-in-chief. It's how I ended up managing editor instead.

I'm a terrific leader so long as I've got someone to front for me.