Glob

Because I choose to photograph it, the twelfth of every month is always a boring day.

10:23 AM: The dead power adapter for my scanner (died yesterday)

11:29 AM: Paying a bill the old-fashioned way

12:18 PM: Rye

12:43 PM: Renewing my lease

12:56 PM: PEES Breezeway

1:01 PM: Picasso at the end of the hall (my office is on the left)

1:04 PM: Music came in the mail to start practicing

4:37 PM: Another Random Sculpture

4:46 PM: The check is in the mail

5:04 PM: Finishing up reading a dissertation

7:48 PM: It's a mighty 294

7:50 PM: Mmmm... Ice cream.

8:22 PM: West Cambridge Trail at Dusk

Now go check out other 12-of-12ers at Chad's site!

Ho there everybody! I've been away from The Emerald City for a little over a week, on a singing tour of eastern Alabama and western Georgia, and a four-day retreat at Camp Fasola in Anniston, AL. This offered me the opportunity to immerse myself in the American shape-note music that I'm studying, and to make friends and associates with people in the singing community. I brought home a database of hymn tunes, discovered an important unpublished article that will be crucial to my research, and learned a great deal about Folk Hymns, Camp-Meeting Songs, Spirituals, Anthems, and Fuguing Tunes used in Singing-Schools. I'm hoping that all of this research will culminate in a public lecture, a conference presentation, and possibly a journal article. If it doesn't result in a resume-building research product, at least it was a heck of a lot of fun spending a week singing for salami.