There was some beautiful snow last night, and throughout the morning, but not enough to amount to a snowstorm.
Tonight was Bush’s State of the Union address; it seemed kind of like Geraldo, with all the celebrity guests.
I’ve finished the first stage of my design for an acoustic range-finder thingy. The details are not important, but at the moment, in theory, my software can measure the sonic impulse response of my room. It seems to be working, which is very exciting, and puts me in a very good mood.
That’s especially good because today was shaping up to be a bad day. I had an appointment with the Chorallaries for a very cool gig: to perform “Happy Birthday” in Norwegian on videotape on behalf of the MIT Alumni Association as part of a birthday gift to a Norwegian alum. I moved everything around in my schedule, arrived at the recording studio, and it was locked. I called everyone in the Chorallaries and no one picked up. I checked my e-mail on my phone and discovered that I had misunderstood a previous e-mail and we were supposed to have met an hour earlier, in a room on the other side of campus. So I went across the campus, but no one was there. I search the entire floor, then went back to the studio, only to find that the Chorallaries were there. They had been inside the room the whole time, with their phones off and the doors locked.
When I got home I started working on my project to try to reduce my frustration, but I ended up accidentally breaking the sound on my computer, which took me several hours to get working again. Then I didn’t have enough time to eat dinner before the Bad Taste writing session at 7, so I didn’t eat until afterward, at 9. I over-defrosted my frozen beef, and I had to throw out the partially-cooked bits, though I suppose I probably could have figured out a way to cook them in.
Now it is definitely sleep time. Hopefully I’ll get to dream about my tiny beautiful new program instead of the mess everything else has been.