i'm not sure what's going on outside. when i was out there, it sounded like a race track around the corner. air show? several lawn mowers? don't know. but, sitting inside, the waveforms of the different motors are expanding and overlapping with each other and harmonizing, and it sounds like an ambient noise festival.

maybe i just wish i was at an ambient noise festival.

it's nice out.

hurry up, customs.

nice walk yesterday, although it knocked me out. i guess i needed a good night's worth of sleep. it's been a long time since i can remember a good 9 hours in one stretch.

those cheap shoes aren't working out. i suppose i shouldn't be surprised, although i also think i'm abusing them. they probably would have lasted the summer if i didn't take them on these periodic six or eight hour walks. as it is, they're already softening up on the bottom. i did pick up a pair of skate shoes a few months ago, but wanted to save them until the spring rains stopped. the whole purpose of the cheap shoes was really to wear in spring and fall. so, i guess it's time to switch over. the cheapies were two for one, so i guess i have another pair for the fall. looking at them now, it's pretty obvious they weren't really made for walking.

i got this rare craving for a burger last night. it's something that hits every few months. raw meat is not allowed in the house, so it's not something that's in my regular diet. the few times a year i want a burger, i go buy one. i remembered seeing a local burger place, so i took a walk around the corner....

"motor burger". well, i'm in detroit. sounds like a good place for what i imagine a local detroit burger should be: greasy and messy, with a side of transmission fluid, but that's kind of what i wanted.

it turns out it was actually a sort of bourgeois gourmet burger palace, which makes these weird upper class burgers out of goat cheese and gluten-free buns, then charges upwards of $15 for them. i was tired, and jonesing hard, so i forked out the $22 for a bacon cheeseburger and a non-hydrogenated, baked, organically grown poutine.

i gotta say it was good.

and i guess that's the new detroit.

weird that i can hear this tonight but couldn't hear it last night or the night before. it's richie hawtin, specifically. he'll be on another hour.

at first, i thought it was a house party, so i took a walk around the neighbourhood planning to crash it. yeah, i'll do that. well, listen, if you're going to turn the music up loud enough that i can hear it in my apartment, i'll interpret that as an invite; if i'm listening to your music anyways, i'd like to come in and dance, thank you.

but, as i started walking around, i started realizing it was coming from a rather large distance away because i could hear cheering in the background. it was the cheering that dissuaded me; must be a hefty cover. the bass seemed rather close, though. i guess it was roaring in between the houses...

i also realized that the dj actually wasn't very interesting, and it wasn't worth stumbling around trying to find.

i assumed it was probably the casino in downtown windsor, not across the river in detroit. that is really ridiculously loud....

http://www.movement.us/

my acoustic works! yay!

i was worried about it for a long time, because it seemed like i had just demoed the intonation by dragging it across the country in a canadian spring. going from ottawa to new brunswick to manitoba to alberta to bc to alberta and back to ontario, across rainforests and deserts and mountains, from cold to hot, from dry to damp, and in a little nylon gig case the whole time, and in a short amount of time, seemed to have left it in an unplayable state. it was in the unfortunate state of being unable to produce an E that sounded the same across different strings, no matter how closely i tuned it.

but, i changed the nut on it and left it in a weird string configuration - i had a heavy gauge in the D position, and a light gauge in the G position - and then got evicted and completely forgot about it, as it sat in a basement, alone, for two years.

i don't remember exactly what i was thinking, but whatever intuition i had about warping it back into shape seems to have worked, because it's as good as new now.

i really missed having a playable acoustic. things are all slowly coming into place...

another weird thing: i cut the strings off with a pair of electrical pliers that are probably older than i am and, for all i know, may have even belonged to my grandfather. what's weird about it is that it's the same set of pliers i used to use to cut the strings on the first acoustics i played with when i was roughly ten years old.

the alley cats on my porch have spawned themselves into alley kittens.

they still keep their distance, although they've mostly stopped scattering. it's weird, because i'm generally a magnet for house pets. alley cats aren't house pets, of course. but alley cats aren't usually porch cats, either.

i don't want to freak the mother out, but maybe the kitties will be more friendly if i hang out outside from time to time.

scored a table for my synths for $10. a little beat up, but it works. i mean, a table needs to be sturdy, not pretty. sounds unexciting, but i've been looking for something the right size for months. that means i can finally get my synths and other machines off the floor and hooked up and get my pedals organized underneath...

in hindsight, i realize i was in a state of shock through the whole period of time i evicted myself back in late '11. i left well over $1000 worth of furniture in the apartment. i didn't even try and sell it! it didn't even cross my mind, i was so fucked up about it. so, i ended up in windsor without any tables or bookshelves....

guess i took a few days off. was super sore from walking, and more interested in reading. that's happened a few times recently, and i'm really not used to it. guess i'm out of shape from spending so much time inside and curled up this winter. and not smoking. seems weird, but if you're a smoker you get it. i'll snap out of it when i get my border papers and can start to get out to see some shows in detroit.

hopefully, the first one i'll be able to catch will be swans in late june. the time frames are sketchy. but hopefully. that's an excellent start, actually. and i'm gonna be pissed if i miss it. btw, there's a new swans record out today. so, you should stop reading my facebook page and go listen to it.

i've got acoustic strings, but they seem weird and i might replace them. haven't strung it up yet.

i otherwise think this track is going to complete itself pretty quickly.

the next one up is a short renaissance guitar piece that i've wavered about assigning to piano. there's going to be a few choice renders as well as at least one built up version of the track.

it's funny how quickly the machine will jolt you awake, though.

just because you're paranoid, don't mean they're not after you.

"these anarchists, they think they can just do what they want, and it's not ok." - cop speaking into walky talky as i walked by, and was seemingly followed into the grocery store, and then home.

it's a good thing i'm completely boring and have no possible leads whatsoever towards anything of any interest or consequence. otherwise, they might not be wasting their time.

unless they want to have a heated debate, i guess. imagine the nerve of me, thinking i can just say what i want wherever i want to say it.

i'm pretty sure i've been through this before, and it's just basically like "whatever". the only thing they could prove is that whoever's in charge deserves a demotion.

great day to go for a walk. it went up from 10 to 20 as i was walking. and the high today is a nice 28. yay . best of all, it seems like the basement is retaining heat well. finally...

got stuck outside the music store (i needed strings) for a half hour before they opened, so i went across the street to the salvation army. i know. but, why not sort through the books while i'm waiting? i was looking specifically for an old text by thomas hobbes, which i think is actually on the banned books list. yes, there's still a banned books list. seriously.

danielle steel. wall to wall. i kid not. i burst out laughing, actually. says a lot about christian repression, doesn't it?

there's a used store down the street with literally everything. snagged my leviathan on the way back for $5.

also, i found a market that sells local tomatoes for a quarter of the cost of the imported mexican ones at the grocery store. happy about that.....

bad news: up to 12 more weeks before i hear back on my border papers. fuckers. i'm missing mt. zion this week and at this rate will probably also miss swans next month. fuck.

i have one more walking trip to make, and then i've got a nice comfy week of reading and recording.

thankfully, my old electro-acoustic seems playable, after all. i can't say for sure until i get some new strings on it, but the intonation problems are not what they were. i'm straining my memory, but i think i put a new nut in it a while back and that may be the difference. i'm also not sure why i seem to have strung a low e in place of a d or a high e in place of a g, but maybe i had some hunch that worked out. for some reason, my usually superb memory is particularly bad over about '06-'09. trauma, maybe. i was also a drone worker in that period (i exaggerate - tech support), maybe it's a function of that. but i just don't remember.

regardless, i need to get some proper strings on it to properly test the intonation. but the notes sound the same across the six strings as far as i could tell with my morning test. there's reason for optimism.

also, it was only warping past the 12th fret, which i can mostly play around. i do tend to get jangly near the top of the neck, but that sound can be faked with an electric. it's the percussive bottom end i'm more attached to. meaning worst case is still workable. i hope.

what happened was that i took it backpacking with me - and this was ten years ago almost to the day - and it came back with a culmination of damage related to extreme temperature and humidity shifts. one day, we're in the mountains where it's damp and rainy, the next day we're on the coast where it's bright and sunny. montreal to winnipeg in 24 hours was another really dramatic shift in humidity. and it was exposed to outside the whole time, pretty much. then it sat without being played for a long time (acoustics are loud. i was in close quarters. simple as that.). when i finally picked it back up, it seemed like it was just flat out warped. i had written it off, but couldn't part with it.

anyways, i'll get some strings in the morning. i think i've got the introduction part down, and managed to keep it to less than five parts. i might add another. i want to sit on that. so, i'm done for the night.

right now, i need to scour through some old books to see whether i actually have a copy of leviathan or not (i don't think so, but i've picked some "classics" up at garage sales for $0.50 and forgotten about them) before i go buy it. i'm ok with reading articles online, but i'm still tied to the flexibility of books for such things as reading on one's back....

did somebody recently do a cover of this? i could have sworn i heard "on a rope, on a rope" while grocery shopping the other day. grocery store = contemporary top 20. but i can't find any information on it.

i was like "is that.....naw....."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=777kGx7-qLw

it was vindication, if unfortunate, walking to the front entrance today and getting a rush of hot air from upstairs. you know when you come in from outside and can feel the heat rushing at you? it was like that. except i was walking from a basement to a main floor, and feeling the heat coming from behind a closed door and *down* a flight of stairs. and it's 13, not -20. and it's electric radiator heat, too. indicating that it was just right cranked. no doubt to fight the air conditioning on the main floor. i've mostly avoided raising it past 21, which has mostly kept it off. i'm not likely to crank it more than 22 more than a few hours at a time. so, somebody else is more irritated than i am by this unseasonable air conditioning...

i slept through most of the afternoon; a hot shower warmed me up nicely and then knocked me out cold. but it does seem as though it was on again a little after 4:00. i'm still feeling it a bit...

that's another possible answer, for the short term, that i can accommodate better than my neighbours. if he's going to turn the air up in the afternoon and leave it off overnight, i can sleep in the afternoon and stay awake overnight.

there's a bunch of reasons i don't really want to crank it. the rent is low here. i'd rather wear a sweater than see a rent increase, but it's within reason - what's a piss off is how unreasonable setting the air to below 20 is. which i think is the real reason i'm concerned, rather than the actual temperature. that, i can  deal with. but if we get into this a/c v radiator fight, it's going to fuck the landlord and that's going to fuck us. electric heating is also quite dry. and the truth is that i like it a little cool. it's one of the reasons i like basements.

we might finally get a real warm up next week, but it looks sketchy.

i'd normally go talk to the guy, but it's not a situation where we're legal under the law. tenant law is badly skewed towards family members. if it's intended to intimidate non-family members, it's worked. i have to be careful to not get into conflict with them and more or less resign myself to his right to have the air as he wants it.

see, the flip side is i have the right to get the heat up. and the lease is the lease, regarding rent costs. there was a verbal agreement to keep the rent static. i think that endows me with a responsibility to try to minimize heating costs. the day i get a rent increase, that's out the window. but, for now i'd like to try and stick to it.

it's just...it all revolves around being reasonable. and the actual owner is reasonable. but i don't feel like i'm getting that from his brother upstairs.

i mean, it's hard to compute the idea that he doesn't realize turning the air on in an unseasonably cold early may and late april is unreasonable. this has to be "i don't fucking care". and it can't really be something that an explanation can resolve.

wonder how successful a claim that current tenant law is unconstitutional would be. it's clearly discriminatory; not clearly enumerated, but perhaps analogous. see, it pits s. 15 rights directly against "property rights", which are in quotes because there is actually no legal recognition of property rights in canada, despite the idea being thrown around by various types of liberals. i mean, there's contract law. sure. but it's not at all the same thing. i would *hope* that s. 15 would trump these imaginary "property rights". but that's up to the judge...

i'd be skeptical. but it would be an interesting case that would bring to light a lot of interesting questions. or, at least it would if i was orchestrating it.

it's been a slow ramp down, but i'm willing to finally (albeit cautiously) declare myself a purely social smoker. the last three weeks of april were pretty much cold turkey, we're talking one or two opportunistic puffs over three weeks, and it's really put me over that final hump. i've been slowly disassociating the habit from the things i had it attached to: wake up, after meal, etc. at this point, those connections are just not there anymore. i even spent my smoke money on mushroom soup, which sounds weird but the expenses related to fixing my pc had me broke all month and i found myself down to spaghetti and canned beans the last week, which is something i don't want to repeat. hence, a large stack of mushroom soup (which i use as pasta sauce).

so, i have no nicotine budgeted for may. if i get to june 1st without breaking, i'll be done with the "cautiously" part.

it was weird walking around this morning, though, 'cause i found myself hypersensitive to other people smoking. smokers will mostly agree that they can't really smell the smoke coming from the guy at the bus stop. i can't say it ever bothered me before i started smoking, either. but, when you've stopped smoking for a while, you start to notice it, and it starts to bug you because you're trying to avoid it. it's especially been the smell, for me; once it gets in your clothes, you start carrying it around with you and it's a constant reminder. i mean, i'm sure i'll get used to it over time. but that was a surreal experience that i took as indicative of something positive...