Photo 127

flicker daadd file and flicker more generally.
 
one can “download” a photo to the download-directory
of one’s nameless mac-book homebox to get a draggable
icon… as i’ve done in causing the ditko art to
appear below. i haven’t used this flicker account
in years. but if i don’t look at my own memorabilia
from time to time, who will. much of the photography
for the “cooking show” seems to’ve been processed through
flicker.

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refrigerator review

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fresh bread by madeline; fresh ‘nade by me.
the ketchup bottles are routinely stripped
of their labels (when empty); you can see
a few of the labels over the sink. also
two of the bottles on the refrigerator door.
one of ’em now squirts milk (mostly into
[instant] coffee, but sometimes directly
into the cook’s tasting-apparatus).

here’s the bread file from the inaccessible-to-me
blog next door. while i’m at it, here’s one
for lemonade.

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at least one stranger “liked” last week’s
hell hound on my trail, so here’s another
guitar-neck diagram in the same format.

this one’s in “open G” tuning: DGDGBD
(“dog dug bed”). in key-neutral notation
one has 0-5-12-17-21-24 (“half steps” above
the lowest note). (the thing to memorize
here is probably the gaps-between-strings:
5, 7; 5, 4, 3 [“twelve & twelve”; there are
(of course) 12 half-steps… guitar frets
or piano keys for example… in an “octave”];
in the same notation, the “open D” tuning
from the previous slide would be “7,5;4,3,5”.)

adding “7” (and reducing mod-12 again) gives us
7-0-7-0-4-7; the point of this admittedly rather
weird-looking move is that the “tonic note”
for the open chord (“G” in the dog-dug-bed
notation) is placed at the “zero” for the system.
(“open D” is 0-7-0-4-7-0 in this format; the
tonic note falls on the high and low strings.)

my source informs me that open-G tuning is also
known as “spanish” tuning; a little experience
shows me that it’s even more convenient for
noodling-about-on-three-strings. that is all.

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here’s a diagram showing some of the notes for
a guitar tuned in “open D” tuning. i posted it
if f-book not long ago but of course one soon
loses all track of whatever is posted there.

three “inside strings” (the 3, 4, & 5; marked
here with a purple “{” [a “set-bracket” to me;
i’m given to understand that typographers call
it a “brace”])…

three “inside strings”, i say, can be played
as shown here to produce “the same” major chord
(the 0, 4, and 7 from a 12-note scale) in
three different “inversions” (namely, 7-0-4, 0-4-7,
and 4-7-0).

meanwhile, quasi-random bangings of the “outside”
strings—i like to use my thumb for these some-
times—particularly at frets 5, 7, & 12—will
blend in nicely and one needn’t worry much about
“muting” strings-not-played.

morning ramble

three potatoes so far this morning… one for me,
grated peels-on directly into the bacongrease, and
two (smallish ones) for madeline, peeled and, more
or less, diced. in a slightly later batch of grease.

the actual bacon went (mostly) into a tossed salad, yet
to be consumed. (some of it was eaten on the spot.)
meanwhile, a load of dishes already put away before
breaking out the camera (i.e., this un-named mac-book
of madeline’s)… and the load shown here, with lots of
glorious glass.

the other two shots show two of the “edges” (if you will)
of our kitchen-to-general-living-area interface. the jars
at the bottom of the busted-up shelves near floor-level are
structural; one can see the tear in the shelf they’re hold-
ing up (just under the big pot). one can also make out one
of my manymany “7-color plane” diagrams in this shot.

also i banged out a few newish licks in double-drop-D tuning.
and watched an ep of mr.~and mrs.~north. here is an old ramble
of mine with a funny guitar-tuning in it. i’m doing a lot more
of that kind of thing these days. for streaming ancient TV,
you’re on your own.

a bad spell of wether

the blog next door was once known as
“owen’s cooking show”… and i thought
of it as my “home page”. but, praise
internet, i don’t get to edit that one
any more. it was also once called
“vlorbik’s diner”.

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this blog right here, meanwhile, was
(mostly) about mathy stuff. when i
had a career… or even had any hope
of a paycheck *job*… it was usually
something about math-education. yaah.
goodbye to all that.

& meanwhile, as part of the cooking-show
aspect… it was secretly never the whole
story… of the previous blog, i created
a category called DAADD
“domestic arts in the age of digital
distribution”. and i propose now to
continue more-or-less in its vein (the
now-lost blog that was once called
“open a vein”). welcome to “vlorbik’s
pigfat diner”.

the blister and still-forming scab is a trophy
from a recent encounter with some hot pigfat.
(the pigfat won.) i knocked off the fat with
the other hand within a fraction of a second
and very soon had the wound in cold water.
& so was able to pop the blister many hours
later quite painlessly… the juice squirted
out a hole too small to see and the burnt skin
went right on lying on top of the still-healing
layer of much-less-badly-burned skin.

our text is #2681: t.~izawa’s _my_ABC_book_ (1971).
digitization has put some weird distorto-mojo on
some of the lettering (as seen on my screen).
also you can barely see my penciled-in notes
and drawings and diagrams. they’re clear enough
in the actual object (or, of course, i’d ink
’em in). anyhow, for the record, i’ve drawn
12 notes of a piano keyboard at “X” along with
“EGBDF” and “FACE”; on the first two pages i’ve
copied out the whole alphabet (and indicated
the pagination… thus providing sort of a
“table of contents”) and copied out each of
A, B, C, and D as a cartoon. the rest is left
as an exercise.

more (08/15).

longer and worse (10/16).

gaff my wheel (2009)

Here we go again
It’s another phony friend
Pretending that they’re oh so glad
They’ve found ya
Until you can escape
It’s emotional rape
You haven’t got a chance
When they’re all around ya
And they always seem to know
Right where to find me
And start right in
To own me or define me
I will somehow make ’em see
That that can never be
Get Away From Me With Your Lies

GAFMWYL Mister Salesman
GAFMWYL You flirt, you tease
GAFMWYL You politician
Get away from me you dread disease
Pretty please

Get away from me
With your phony sympathy
I can see what you want
In your eyes
All you want from me
Is that I should agree
That I’m the kind of guy
You should despise
But you really oughta pick
A better victim
Some sucker who won’t even know
You’ve picked him
I will somehow make you see
That your victim can’t be me
So get away from me
With your lies
Posted by r. r. vlorbik at 2:18 PM
(last year’s model.)

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