Personal musings, plans and devices of an engineer/artist

A quick lesson in Socialism (NOT the 1950’s US propaganda definition still taught)

If you took the average conservative Replublican definition of “Capitalism” to heart, then that must mean that the US has it’s civil services all wrong! THIS is how things may (or are currently) sit if you followed that definition to the letter:

Military:

Socialist: Volunteer army

Capitalist: Mercenary

Law Enforcement:

Socialist: Metropolitan Police

Capitalist: “Security” personnel

Fire protection:

Socialist: Fire Brigade

Capitalist: Insurance Company

Civil Liberties:

Socialist: US Constitution

Capitalist: Credit Report

See a trend?

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On the gig: ASU Gammage Kerr Cultural Center Performance Studio

FOH:

Mackie SR 24.4 VLZ console

Mackie SA1521 x2 Mans

Mackie SRM350 x2 midfills

DBX1231 Graphic EQ

Boss RV-70 Effects processor

Lighting:

24-channel ETC system

ETC Ion digital lighting system with 40 channel fader wing

Recording:

Tascam US-1800 Analog/Digital converter

Sony Vaio VPCEH Core i5 2450, 8GB RAM, Windows 8.1

My employer/performance studio. Fun fact: The studio is a wood and Adobe structure, with no concrete in the main structure (aside from some parts of the foundation) and no steel.  The acoustics are unlike anywhere you have heard. 

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Saw this little guy at a local resale shop.  Don’t know much about it, but I am always intrigued by the color and texture ALL tube amps and pres lend to a recording.  Some are hideous (which could be a good thing), some are smooth, and some are just that right bit of “crunchy”.  I myself never turn my nose up on “cheap” or unheard of kit, simply because it may carry that one sound that nothing else matches and that could be a good fit. 
For $130 it is interesting… anyone have thoughts? All ears here

thesonicjackalope:

Saw this little guy at a local resale shop.  Don’t know much about it, but I am always intrigued by the color and texture ALL tube amps and pres lend to a recording.  Some are hideous (which could be a good thing), some are smooth, and some are just that right bit of “crunchy”.  I myself never turn my nose up on “cheap” or unheard of kit, simply because it may carry that one sound that nothing else matches and that could be a good fit. 

For $130 it is interesting… anyone have thoughts? All ears here

Today marks the 3rd anniversary of the day I married this woman. 
She has been a constant: Loving, loyal and willing to endure what it takes to find a way.  It has been a rough couple of months for us, but not nearly as bad as it was when we first met: She was unemployed and living on her mom’s couch, and I had lost what many would call a “dream” job and left a horrible relationship only to return to this city and resort to driving a taxicab in one of the most dangerous cities to make ends meet.  There were nights where we didn’t even know if we had enough fuel for the car or if we had enough food for tomorrow.  My health was failing, and not a single soul wanted to actually help us.  We had to do it ourselves, and bring as many up along with us as we could who were wanting to help, but couldn’t.
In 3 years, she has supported me going back to school for a 2nd degree and understood what many saw as a foolish risk: Taking student loans “at my age” just to get better credentials to work in the arts again.  She believed me when I said that it just could work.  She believed in me and stood by my side when no one else would. I in turn did everything I could to get her out of the suburban, poverty level hell she was in and find a place were I could see her smile.  In that time, I returned to my industry, overcame a complication from Cancer that nearly killed me (without her there to literally carry me up 3 flights of stairs and work double shifts while I was recovering from a rushed and poorly done surgery) and got a second college degree.
She found a city she liked when we finally made the bold (for her) move to Phoenix and out of the meth-laden far East valley, gained a federal job that pays better than mine and if all goes well, will be going back to school herself. She has selflessly taken in her brother who himself had no where to go, and has given so much to others of her time and resources when she can.   Together, we have come from a point of poverty and near-homelessness to the ability to be able to pay for an ER visit or a car repair and not have to sell off possessions or go without eating for days. We are in a neighborhood where gang bangers don’t patrol the buildings with .45’s in shoulder harnesses over wife-beater T-shirt keeping their “turf” in check. And… we have done it together.
Without her, I wouldn’t of survived that Christmas where I had abdominal reconstruction made an “out-patient” procedure because they fond out we had no money. Without her, I wouldn’t of put thoughts of suicide out of my head. Without her, there would of been no Christmases and there would of been no were to live.
She is more than a wife. More than a person even. She is my partner. My ally. My equal (and morally better than I). Without her, I would not be alive.
How many can HONESTLY say that about the one they love?

Today marks the 3rd anniversary of the day I married this woman. 

She has been a constant: Loving, loyal and willing to endure what it takes to find a way.  It has been a rough couple of months for us, but not nearly as bad as it was when we first met: She was unemployed and living on her mom’s couch, and I had lost what many would call a “dream” job and left a horrible relationship only to return to this city and resort to driving a taxicab in one of the most dangerous cities to make ends meet.  There were nights where we didn’t even know if we had enough fuel for the car or if we had enough food for tomorrow.  My health was failing, and not a single soul wanted to actually help us.  We had to do it ourselves, and bring as many up along with us as we could who were wanting to help, but couldn’t.

In 3 years, she has supported me going back to school for a 2nd degree and understood what many saw as a foolish risk: Taking student loans “at my age” just to get better credentials to work in the arts again.  She believed me when I said that it just could work.  She believed in me and stood by my side when no one else would. I in turn did everything I could to get her out of the suburban, poverty level hell she was in and find a place were I could see her smile.  In that time, I returned to my industry, overcame a complication from Cancer that nearly killed me (without her there to literally carry me up 3 flights of stairs and work double shifts while I was recovering from a rushed and poorly done surgery) and got a second college degree.

She found a city she liked when we finally made the bold (for her) move to Phoenix and out of the meth-laden far East valley, gained a federal job that pays better than mine and if all goes well, will be going back to school herself. She has selflessly taken in her brother who himself had no where to go, and has given so much to others of her time and resources when she can.   Together, we have come from a point of poverty and near-homelessness to the ability to be able to pay for an ER visit or a car repair and not have to sell off possessions or go without eating for days. We are in a neighborhood where gang bangers don’t patrol the buildings with .45’s in shoulder harnesses over wife-beater T-shirt keeping their “turf” in check. And… we have done it together.

Without her, I wouldn’t of survived that Christmas where I had abdominal reconstruction made an “out-patient” procedure because they fond out we had no money. Without her, I wouldn’t of put thoughts of suicide out of my head. Without her, there would of been no Christmases and there would of been no were to live.

She is more than a wife. More than a person even. She is my partner. My ally. My equal (and morally better than I). Without her, I would not be alive.

How many can HONESTLY say that about the one they love?