Language lessons...
Apr. 10th, 2005 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpLate Friday afternoon, you may recall, I gave the day up as a mediocre job and set off on the long trek to Feht's house at the Cat Creek Gap.
When I got there, we first spent some time in his basement office, where I had the opportunity to admire the computing iron put together for the father by his son, featuring an AMD processor running somewhere in the thin atmosphere above 2 GHz and cooled via a gizmo that delivers water to the CPU and the GPU. The whole getup, I am told, cost somewhere around $1200, which is truly a lot of money these days for a computer and 19-inch flat screen display.
Feht was in the middle of downloading and listening to a bunch of rock music, which he says he does from time to time in order to detect traces of musical brilliance. Of course, for him, that means something that might've been written by someone with some kind of music education - perhaps at a conservatory - with the ensuing result being that 99% of what he listens to he dismisses out of hand.
By way of example, he asked me to listen to an orchestrated version of something by Pink Floyd, I forget what it is. The music was pleasant enough (if unfamiliar), but within a few seconds, I got the feeling I was listening to elevator music. There was, to rob a line from Gertrude Stein, no "there" there.
Afterwards, we went upstairs for some conversation and dinner and then settled down to watch some of Feht's impressive collection of DVDs. It soon became evident the evening was turning out to be French night, as we watched two older French films, Le Magnifique, a 1973 film with Jean-Paul Belmondo and Jacqueline Bisset, and the 1952 version of Fanfan la Tulipe with Gérard Philipe and Gina Lollobrigida.
I left for home after 10 pm and got home without incident, feeling pretty chipper.
* * * Earlier this evening, I napped - truly napped instead of slept - for about an hour. Right now, I need to go upstairs and shut down the VAIO; the movie I've been re-recording is over for sure, and the battery is overcharged.
Tomorrow, I shall endeavor to keep a nice, even, strain going through the day. And make that doctor's appointment.
Cheers...
When I got there, we first spent some time in his basement office, where I had the opportunity to admire the computing iron put together for the father by his son, featuring an AMD processor running somewhere in the thin atmosphere above 2 GHz and cooled via a gizmo that delivers water to the CPU and the GPU. The whole getup, I am told, cost somewhere around $1200, which is truly a lot of money these days for a computer and 19-inch flat screen display.
Feht was in the middle of downloading and listening to a bunch of rock music, which he says he does from time to time in order to detect traces of musical brilliance. Of course, for him, that means something that might've been written by someone with some kind of music education - perhaps at a conservatory - with the ensuing result being that 99% of what he listens to he dismisses out of hand.
By way of example, he asked me to listen to an orchestrated version of something by Pink Floyd, I forget what it is. The music was pleasant enough (if unfamiliar), but within a few seconds, I got the feeling I was listening to elevator music. There was, to rob a line from Gertrude Stein, no "there" there.
Afterwards, we went upstairs for some conversation and dinner and then settled down to watch some of Feht's impressive collection of DVDs. It soon became evident the evening was turning out to be French night, as we watched two older French films, Le Magnifique, a 1973 film with Jean-Paul Belmondo and Jacqueline Bisset, and the 1952 version of Fanfan la Tulipe with Gérard Philipe and Gina Lollobrigida.
I left for home after 10 pm and got home without incident, feeling pretty chipper.
Tomorrow, I shall endeavor to keep a nice, even, strain going through the day. And make that doctor's appointment.
Cheers...
