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August 26, 2006

Listening to New Music with Pandora

I guess it really does take three times for something to sink in. I have heard about Pandora a few times over the last few months. It turned up in one of the blogs I track, don't remember which one. Then I read an article in Searcher about it and thought, I should check this out. Finally, last week there was a story on the California Report on NPR and I finally got around to checking it out.

Pandora is really a very cool music site. It's an off-shoot of the Music Genome Project which "set out to capture the essence of music at the most fundamental level". Basically a bunch of trained musicians analyze the hell out of a song, breaking it down into its core units (melody, harmony, instrumentation, rhythm, vocals, lyrics). From this database comes Pandora.

You tell Pandora an artist or a song that you really like, and then it goes out and starts playing other songs that it determines are similar to the songs you like. Once the songs start playing, you can tell the system if you particularly like the song or really dislike it, and it continually updates its profile of the kind of music you like. You can also add additional artists or songs at any time to more fully round out your station. Oh, and you can have up to 100 stations at once, so you could have a station based on Pink Floyd, another based on Metallica, and another based on Nora Jones, if you are so inclined.

Personally, I think it works best if you give it a few similar favorite artists to work with. I started by just putting in Sarah McLachlan and all I got were breathy female acoustics, which were nice and all, but I was getting all sleepy listening to it. So I added R.E.M. and the men started to show up. I added Paul Simon and U2, and then I started specifying "Pride" and "Where the Streets Have No Name" when it wasn't quite right.

Now, artists I like are showing up on their own: first James, then The Waifs, The Corrs, The Cranberries, Natalie Merchant, Counting Crows, KT Tunstall, and on and on. And I haven't had to tell Pandora that I don’t like a song it's playing since the second day of using it when it pulled in Kiss for some reason.

Oh yes, the reasons it plays what it plays. For every song, you can ask it why that song is playing. Apparently, I am drawn to songs that have acoustic rhythm guitar, interweaving vocal harmony, a mix of electric and acoustic instrumentation, major key tonality, folk roots, and syncopated rhythm, among other things. Sometimes, I get curious and check why it is playing a song by an artist I've added to the station, just to see what about it might make it resonate with me. I'm particularly thankful it doesn't say, "because you said you liked it, idiot".

I also particularly liked the description of why it played a U2 song - emotional male lead vocals. Yes, I suppose that does describe Bono. : )

Finally, listening to music with Pandora for just 4 days has already introduced me to a bunch of artists I've never heard of before. I like Good Charlotte, Chantal Kreviazuk, and Girlyman, as well as many others. Or, at least, I've liked the songs that Pandora thinks have the features I like in music.

It plays older stuff, newer stuff, stuff you won't hear on local stations. Generally, I think to keep up with brand new bands, you might be better off listening to a good local radio station. But if you want to hear older tracks of bands you like and be exposed to artists you wouldn't normally be exposed to, Pandora is great.

And, if you're a musician yourself, you can send them a copy of your CD and they might include the songs in the database for people to listen to.

Overall, I'm quite pleased with Pandora (can you tell?). There is currently a free version and a fee version. The only difference is they might start including advertising on the free version someday, but they haven't yet. Steve tells me that he got to listen for 3 or 4 songs and then it started asking him if he wanted to register. This didn't happen to me because I gave them my signing-up-for-things e-mail address right away.

Getting started honestly takes all of 2 minutes, so it won't take much time to check it out. You go there, create your account if you're so inclined, and put in an artist or song you like. That's it. It starts playing music right away. Check it out!

August 24, 2006

An Annual Exercise in Feeling Old

Beloit College has released its annual Mindset List that "looks at the cultural touchstones that have shaped the lives of today’s first-year students" and basically tries to orient the old folks who teach the kids to how "kids these days" think. College freshman this year were born in 1988.

Ah, 1988. I was a freshman in high school that year, leaving behind public school for a new start with fresh batch of classmates at Catholic high school. I didn't get to "walk" at the graduation ceremony from Junior High School because I was a 7th grader. Actually, I think they would have probably let me walk with the 8th graders, but I didn't know or like many of them, I was awkward, and I wanted to play with the band for the ceremony instead.

I don't remember too many other specifics about 1988 really. It's not that I don't remember junior high, just that I can't think of anything truly momentous that happened other than leaving it. No first kiss, no first job, these things came later. Things start to come into better focus well into my freshman year of high school which would bring us into 1989.

I don't believe I had ever used a computer at that point. My dad was sort of an early-adopter, but I don't remember what year he got a PC, and even then it was DOS prompt and didn't have a GUI, so I wasn't interested. It was probably a pretty expensive little toy, too, so I'm not certain he would have let me play with it. Although I do have a memory of playing Oregon Trail. . .

I know home computers existed because Steve started college in 1986 and he was a computer science major.

Speaking of Steve and feeling old, imagine my shock when I recently found out that Sesame Street was starting its 37th season this year. Sesame Street has been around FOREVER. And yet, somehow, Steve pre-dates Sesame Street. . . Harsh.

August 22, 2006

Coolest Libraries Ever

Some of these libraries are just magnificent; they are beautiful and, I admit, I'm tempted to get the book. But I wonder if it includes the Downtown Reno Library which has what I think is probably the coolest mixed-media integration I've ever seen.

Be sure to look at the enlarged image.

Say it with me now: NERD!

August 15, 2006

Feeding Time for the Golden Eagle

The golden eagle was still at WildCare on Sunday and we got a couple of pictures this time. That's me feeding it. Steve is holding it, even though you can't see him.

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I should note that the eagle has a pelvic injury that prevents it from grasping mice with its talons and self-feeding. This is the reason for the force-feeding.

August 09, 2006

Tagged For the Very First Time

Not the most interesting meme I've seen out there, but it's the first time I've been tagged, so here goes!

The Fives Meme
tagged by Tricia

Five items in my freezer
1. Homemade pesto (mmmmm. . .)
2. Spinach ravioli from Costco
3. Amy's Veggie Lasagnas
4. Dreyer's Whole Fruit Bars
5. Chicken breast

Five items in the closet:
Hall Closet
1. Sunscreen
2. Towels
3. Sheets
4. Hair color (don't tell anyone!)
5. Lavender bath oil for my dad's next visit : )

Five items in the car
1. Sunglasses
2. Chewing gum
3. Thomas Guide California Road Atlas
4. Note pad
5. FasTrak transponder

Five items in my backpack/work bag
1. Cell phone charger
2. DayQuil liquicaps
3. Franz Kafka Prague puzzle (anyone want it?)
4. Tape flags
5. Invitation to WildCare Nature Lovers Ball from January (tossed now)

Five people I tag:
Meredith at Daily Kvetch
Brian at That Boy Ain't Right
Eli at Tokenismo
I honestly don't have anyone else with a blog to tag, not with Vera taken and Tricia tagging me (I'm leaving Aaron for Vera). How sad.

August 07, 2006

It's Not Every Day. . .

. . . That you get to hand feed a golden eagle. But I got to do just that on my shift at WildCare Sunday. Steve held it (and its massive talons) while I shoved mouse bits down its throat. No pictures this time, maybe next week if it is still there.

But here's a picture of Steve holding an osprey, another raptor we don't see very often. It's a fish eating raptor!

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I Guess If I Don't Want to Hear It. . .

. . . I shouldn't say anything. After lunch at WildCare on Sunday, I confided in a "friend" that I thought I had put on a little weight this summer. At this, she said "I noticed" and thumped my rump! Aghast, I listened while she told me I had "more junk in my trunk". Realizing that perhaps this was not the appropriate way to sympathize, she then said I didn't look bad, I just didn't look like I did at her wedding a year ago.

So, I went home, weighed myself, and promptly hopped onto the infernal machine which I have barely been on all summer due to raccoon caretaking and the god-awful (non-climate change-related) heat wave. We still have raccoons (numbers 10, 11, and 12 in our cage this season), but it was Sunday so I had some time.

My diet began with dinner last night. I need to lose about 10 pounds to get back where I was a year ago. [sigh] At least my jeans will fit better. . . That should help matters as I suspect part of the reason Jasmine noticed my spacious trunk is that my legs are starting to look like denim-cased sausages.

August 03, 2006

My Love Affair with Stanford

I really love the Stanford campus. I "had" to go there again today for work to return some books to the library. Every time I go there, I love it more. Steve has asked me what I like so much about it and I have a hard time explaining the feeling.

Back, oh so many years ago, when I worked at Berkeley Repertory Theatre, I had to go to the UC Berkeley campus fairly regularly to get things from the library there or to work at Zellerbach Theatre. Since UCB and Stanford have such an intense rivalry, I figure it makes sense to explain through comparison.

UCB felt too hurried, people rushed everywhere. It felt too crowded and packed in, a little too hip, and too self-aware. A little too connected with the city of Berkeley and all of that history. It felt a little too urban.

Stanford is like a world unto itself. Downtown Palo Alto is close but it doesn't butt up against campus like in Berkeley. There's a buffer. The campus itself feels open. There are people all over the place, but it is spread out more and doesn't feel so crowded. There are wooded glens and fountains to listen to. It's like they've installed noise absorption all over the place. I remember UCB seeming loud. At Stanford, it's like you hear people talking, but it's subdued, peaceful, calm, almost like there's a layer of cotton surrounding you. Maybe it's just that people don't yell like they seemed to at UCB.

UCB felt like a young person's school. Perhaps more energetic, but also more immature and self-absorbed.

Stanford feels more intellectual? More studious?

I'm sure some people would read this as boring and this description would be the kiss of death. But, Stanford is energetic in a different way. It is vibrantly thoughtful.

UCB felt like undergrad. Stanford feels like graduate.

Whatever it is, I love the Stanford campus. It makes me want to sit in class again. I want to look around and explore the courtyards and buildings. I want to come down with Steve just to walk around. It's absolutely lovely and I feel at peace being there. If I were looking at colleges again, Stanford would definitely be a top contender. Maybe someday I'll get yet another degree and get to spend more time there.

I'll try to bring a camera with me next time to take a few pictures to share.

August 02, 2006

Weekend in Santa Cruz

Steve and I had a wonderful weekend in Santa Cruz. Microsoft's company picnic for Bay Area employees was held Sunday at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk and included an unlimited ride pass! Since Santa Cruz is a good 2 hour drive from home, we decided to splurge on a hotel room for Saturday night so we wouldn't have to drive there and back in one day (and could spend more time at the Boardwalk). We even (shock! gasp!) took off from our Sunday shift at WildCare in order to go.

We took the long way down on Saturday afternoon, cutting west from 280 up at the 9, a much windier stretch of highway, but less crowded than the alternative and very pretty, driving through redwood forests and state parks.

It took most of the afternoon to get to our hotel in Watsonville around 5. We didn't stay in Santa Cruz itself since it is the busy season and very expensive. After checking in, we drove to Capitola to walk along the Esplanade and have a leisurely dinner by the ocean. We waited an extra long time to get a table on the outside patio overlooking the beach, only to find that, by the time we got seated, the sun had gone down and it had cooled off considerably. Fortunately, they had heaters. Unfortunately, only one of them in our area was working.

At any rate, after a good night's sleep, we were off to the Boardwalk Sunday morning.

We were really surprised at how short the lines for the rides were. We hit the Giant Dipper a few times before heading over to the picnic area.

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Steve was a little reluctant to go on some of the rides that he felt would be too "hurl-a-rrific", but I hopped onto the Fireball with little urging.

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It was great fun! Growing up, I always wanted to go higher on the swing and would get up to the point where you lift from the seat a bit before crashing back on the downward swing. This was just like the biggest, highest swing ever! It starts by having the seating area whirl around a few times before that motion stops and it starts to swing like a pendulum, higher and higher. Finally, as it reaches its zenith, the seat area starts to rotate again. Super sweet! There was only one moment when I blinked and I was in a completely different orientation after I opened my eyes than before I closed them.

It's a little hard to tell, but I'm the third from the left giving the thumbs up!

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Getting off, I told Steve that it wasn't that bad and, if he didn't go on, he was a ginormous p . . . wussy. He did go on later and agreed it was fun. But, he didn't go on it with me the third time.

Later in the day, we hit the ferris wheel. For those unfamiliar with the Boardwalk, this picture is a great view!

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We left the park around 4:45 or so for the drive back and made it home by 7:00. The traffic was a bit like the lines for the rides: surprisingly light. We really needed a weekend away and Santa Cruz was a perfect mini-break.

EARTHQUAKE!!!!

We had a 'noteable' earthquake tonight. Around 8pm we were sitting down for dinner and tv (stargate atlantis) when darnit, if the walls didn't start shaking. Now I've felt small quakes before, you know the ones, where you have to ask yourself, was it an earthquake or was it a big truck driving by, however this earthquake was a 4.4 and was a wall / couch / whole house shaker. It was centered about 3 miles from Glen Ellen, about 30 miles away. No damage, lasted only a few seconds, but a fun little ride ;)

August 01, 2006

Regional Vernacular

So, Steve sent me an article today about the uproar Gov. Mitt Romney created when he referred to the Big Dig project as a "tar baby". The exact quote? "The best thing politically would be to stay as far away from that tar baby as I can."

The article notes that "the term refers to a doll made of tar that traps Br'er Rabbit, the main characters in the series of stories. It has come to be known as a way of describing a sticky mess — and has been used as a derogatory term for a black person."

Steve's original comment was along the lines of what's the big deal and why do people have to read something into every comment.

Personally, I have never heard the term used as "a sticky mess" before, only as a racial slur. I replied to Steve as such and noted that I could see how people who may never have heard the alternate definition before would be outraged. We didn't all grow up on Uncle Remus.

I was truly fascinated when Steve replied that he'd actually never heard of it as a racial slur, only as a sticky mess. He said, much to my dismay, that he'd actually just used the term at work the other day to describe a project he was working on. I asked if he had talked to those folks about it today and he commented that they had actually never heard of the derogatory meaning before either. So, I guess he dodged a bullet there.

I am fascinated by the way terms can hold such different meanings based, I guess, on geography. I know that phrases in different countries can hold vastly different connotations, but these are people born and raised in the same country. But then, maybe geography isn't it. Romney is from New York as is one of Steve's co-workers (not sure about the others). Is it possible we've gotten to a point where some people don't hear these slurs? Or, more likely, do different people just hear different slurs?

It also makes me wonder about the language minefield that public figures have to navigate. In some cases, there can really be no doubt as to the meaning of the words. But, in this case, is it possible Romney really didn't know that his words could be racially interpreted? Or did he just stick his foot in his mouth? Do we need a dictionary of racial slurs to reference? Actually a Google search on that exact phrase pulls up several options, but you have to be careful what you click so you don't end up somewhere you really don't want to be.