Archive for January, 2009

Twenty-three

28 January 2009 at 8:34 am
by Berck

Here’s Twenty-three, a new recording. This one’s different… it’s got vocals!

It’s been awhile coming. Back in October, Ben brought some recording equipment to Colorado and recorded a few songs, including this one. It wasn’t until recently that I finally got around to legally purchasing the good piano sound so we could install it on Jonah’s Macbook. Until then all we had on the Mac was the dinky piano that comes with GarageBand, which wasn’t really suitable for distribution.

That done, it still didn’t sound terribly good, so I sent it to a professional: Todd! Todd does this sort of thing for a living, and was able to make it sound really nice, I think. Thanks, Todd!

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Twenty-three by Joanna Elise is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

I guess the ice storm is pretty bad…

27 January 2009 at 9:40 pm
by Jonah

From: order-update@amazon.com
Subject: Your Amazon.com order
Date: January 27, 2009 12:41:30 PM MST
Cc: order-update@amazon.com

Hello from Amazon.com.

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From My Mom

26 January 2009 at 10:05 pm
by Berck

From the vaults of old e-mail. This was too good not to share.

From: “Cynthia B. Nachzen”
To:
Subject: Re: you
Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 14:48:01 -0600

Hey Honey, I meant to call about 2 hours ago and got involved in something
else (vacuuming!)…want to get off line and let me call you?

I Will Complicate You in the Morning

26 January 2009 at 9:51 pm
by Berck

I was browsing through old e-mail looking for part of Todd’s Babblefish project that involved Wish You Were Here. I didn’t find it, but instead found Jonah’s notes on Nabokov’s Pnin. I think I sent it to her (internationally, even) on the condition that she write me a paper on it.

In the middle of two paragraphs is a sentence all by itself:

I will complicate you in the morning.

For some reason, I was able to recognize it immediately as a song lyric. Considering it’s from a song I haven’t listened to all that much, that’s reasonably impressive. Even more impressive is that it’s not even correct.

The lyric is from a Crash Test Dummies song, and what it should say is, “I will come to get you in the morning.” But I think I like Jonah’s version better.

Thoughts on my way home.

23 January 2009 at 11:00 pm
by Berck

[ed note: This wanders, perhaps a bit more than usual. I’d been awake a long time.]

I worked 5 legs today. It’s possible that’s why I’m so tired. It’s 10pm in Chicago and 11pm in Colorado Springs. I’m somewhere between the two. I woke up this morning in Roanake at 4am, but it was 2am back home. I try not to think about things like that though—if I do, they seem all that much more tiring. The job can be astoundingly consuming. Thankfully I’m able to sit in the back for this, my 6th flight of the day. I should have been able to come home on the flight that left at 6pm, but the flight was overbooked and a pilot for the airline operating the flight wanted the jumpseat. We all, of course, have priority on our own airline.

I suspect that one of the reasons I like the job is because it’s so entirely consuming. I tend to be unable to separate employment from the rest of life–something, I suspect, that’s true for most people. I watch folks who, for instance, stand in the O’Hare concourse holding a tray of free popcorn samples for hours on end. It strikes me as one of the most boring, demeaning and thankless jobs in the country. At least a janitor or sanitation worker is accomplishing something and can (I assume) derive some satisfaction from that. The worker holding a tray of free samples (rarely the same person from day to day) is sometimes loudly attempting to attract takers, but is usually just standing there, watching the samples disappear.

It’s jobs like these that are, I think, at the heart of what’s wrong with capitalism. You might say about the folks doing these jobs, “They have a job! There are worse jobs they could have. And look at how good capitalism is, it’s *created* a job that otherwise wouldn’t exist.” But the job it’s created is meaningless, and I think the job must have serious negative consequences for person doing it. Standing around for 8 hours a day proffering free samples cannot possibly result in a healthy mental state for the person doing it. In an agrarian society, at least, most people are working merely to sustain themselves. It’s often argued that the mark of a well-developed society is just that—the division of labor so that some people can make the food to support the rest of us. I think, though, that instead while it allows some of us to do things we enjoy doing (like me), it forces others to do things that devalue humanity as a whole.

I’m not sure what I would do if I were forced to work in retail. I suppose there’s probably always some other option, and I think I’d try to find it. I don’t think that others lack the ability or the motivation to find other work, but rather that the nature of our society has somehow erased whatever fundamentally human bit of our makeup that prevents us from being willing to accept such things.

This is, of course, just a hypothesis and I could be wrong on any number of levels. Maybe other people are innately different enough from me that they actually enjoy such work. Maybe other people really are able to separate employment from the rest (the other two thirds) of their lives. Maybe their able to do such things for a short time and not be damaged by them. I don’t think any of that’s the case, though.

If I could have any other job in the world, besides flying planes, I’m not sure I could think of one that I’d rather do. I’m not even sure what I’d pick as a second choice. I don’t see voluntarily doing anything else, and I think that sort of involuntary commitment (I do it because I can’t help *not* doing it and can’t think of something I’d rather do) is necessary. I suspect that’s probably true of many who continue to fly the line, particularly today. Some people luck into an excellent, well-paying career in this industry, but most don’t. I’ve talked to so many pilots who’ve bounced from one bankrupt airline to another, having to start at the bottom each time. Did they make bad choices? Certainly not—they were simply unlucky. It’s astoundingly physically and mentally demanding. It’s nearly impossible to raise a family in the traditional sense and do a good job of it. Professional pilots who fly in this country are theoretically sacrificing an awful lot to do the job they do, but I think that’s probably because they can’t help it.