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 I brought home a database of hymn tunes, discovered an important unpublished article that will be crucial to my research, and learned a great deal about Folk Hymns, Camp-Meeting Songs, Spirituals, Anthems, and Fuguing Tunes used in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.