Yes, I Was Searching For My Name on the Web
I noticed a couple of possible long-lost cousins just missed out making the Slate 60 of top philanthropists:
Donald E. and Violet Himebaugh finished 61st, just keeping them off the Slate 60. The Himebaughs bequeathed $16.3 million to the Community Foundation for the Fox Valley Region in Appleton, Wis. Donald Himebaugh had worked as an accountant and office manager for a grocery wholesaler in Appleton, and his wife was a Spanish teacher at a local high school. Apparently the Himebaughs amassed their fortune through careful saving and investment.At 16 million, their generosity exceeds mine in quantity, but perhaps not in quality: the Fredösphere Foundation funds a network of reeducation camps for synaesthetes.
Call it adagiöblogging! It's happening right now at Aworks, and Lynn is reacting. Oddly enough, George W. Bush and John Calvin are involved. Some say that, while hearing the piece, "[t]he despairing person senses that someone at last is able to precisely identify and locate their pain"; others just call it one of the "songs that makes you want to kill yourself."
Lawrence Dillon asks at Sequenza21 about musical memory and how it works. (Short answer: no one really knows.) It reminds me of Forrest Covington (or "Fo-Co" as he is known by those of us who were with him in Nam) wondering how singers stay in tune. I've always assumed composers occupy a continuum of thinkers and doers: the thinkers get ideas by imagining music in their heads, while the doers get them by improvising on an instrument. Based on comments he has made, I'll bet Forrest is more of a doer, the type who thinks with his fingers. (I, on the other hand, am forced to the opposite end, since piano playing deadens my creativity.) Could this relate to Forrest's surprise at singers' ability to keep pitches in their heads? Naturally, this assumes they do keep the pitch in their heads, but we know that all too often, they do not. Forrest, am I on to something here? The world awaits your answer!
Every once in a while, you read an article that makes you say "unbelievable!" and then, a nanosecond latter, "of course!" This is one of those articles. And let me just state for the record: I am not a fan of Star Trek. The situation makes this aborted idea seem even more disturbing, if that were possible.
Umie the Umlaut says, "ask your doctor about the Fredösphere!"
2 Comments:
Har Har! (I was never in 'Nam, that's a joke, right?) Actually I cross over the thinker/doer divide. I am surprised that singers can keep a pitch in their heads, because I myself am incapable of doing so! I use my head for the Big Picture and my fingers to fill in the details.
Before I had an electric tuner, I had my own form of tuning temperment. I called it dis-temperment, you could play in any key you wanted to as long as you modulated out of it as fast as possible. Later I went to a vet, and I have been getting regular shots ever since.
In a weird convergence, I was born and raised in Appleton. I never knew the Himebaughs, though.
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