Saturday was spent taking things apart. I have a shelf that I want to clear and have it all where circuit boards go. There were two large HEAVY power supplies which I'm not sure I kept much of anything off at all, then a big frequency synthesizer that also got taken apart, that took a while.
I got to bed at a decent time, I want to say half after midnight or so. I was awakened by some idiot parking right in front of here and having his car alarm go off, which he didn't seem to be able to shut off so I opened the door and helped by shining my big flashlight on blinking mode in his face haha. Then, since it was around 3 in the morning, the illegal night club was having a night and there was other noise, so I did the usual, called the cops and told the operator about it, and filed an online report.
Eventually the cops cleared everyone out so that's good. They've made an enemy, and as long as they keep making it my business, I'll do whatever I can to mess 'em up.
I watched the 2nd half of Angela's Ashes, good movie, and finally went to bed around 10AM and woke up around 1PM then again at 5PM. To make the number of items listed that I want to, for this week I need to list 35 things. So I've got those lined up ....
All this BS has kind of kept me from practicing. I think it's a good thing that the 6-hole flute is so darned easy to play, and there's so much material. It turns out (I read somewhere) that most of the Christmas carols are in G, and here I am with two G flutes. My thinking is I'd get an A also, but they come in all sorts of keys.
The idea is, at the very least, to put enough time in that when I'm finally out of here, I'll have some kind of "base" to work from. For instance on trumpet I can, at this point, not play it for a year or three and then pick it up and sound OK right from the start and sound pretty good once I've been playing again for a bit. This probably goes for any instrument.
But the thought of playing a trumpet in the tropics is ... not good. Not only is the Pacific/Asian culture in Hawaii such that there's an actual saying, "no make tan-turan" or literally "don't play the trumpet" meaning don't make a big deal of yourself. But the trumpet, being a closed tube, is a huge bacterial culture. That's why trumpets even here, in warm/damp places like Santa Cruz stink like hell. I suppose with fanatical cleanliness it could be a bit better but yuck, just yuck.
Meanwhile a shakuhachi or simple flute are pretty easy to keep clean. I'm probably more fanatical than I need to be, brushing my teeth, flossing, then chewing Xylitol gum before practicing, because this level of cleanliness is needed for trumpet. The high air pressure, plus the lips being right on the mouthpiece and because they're vibrating, at the very least there are going to be skin particles coming off.
This being November, I need to work on being ready to go out and play Christmas carols all I can in December. Right up to and including Christmas day. That will be my experiment to find out how the public likes the flute vs. the trumpet.
I never got around to mentioning my plan if things suddenly turn to shit here. If that happens, the plan is to get a storage unit and grab everything that's mine and stick it in there, no sorting just get it all in there, and find a decent/cheap hotel to stay in while I sort out the stuff and get my ticket to fly back to Hawaii.
Tom's said I could always stay at his place but it's pretty crowded. Because he was stupid and associated with the local scumbags, the city inspectors have him under a magnifying glass and he's scared to sleep in his own place, sleeping in his camper truck instead. And he's got his wife living in there too. So yeah I'd be better off at the Motel 6 by the Denny's or something.
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