Plug the hole
One of the greatest causes for stress among teachers comes from an unexpected quarter. The mug. Your mug. When life is driven by that next cuppa Joe, getting to the staff room and finding that your (in the most personal sense) carefully chosen tankard has been “borrowed” by an interloper (nice term for a substitute teacher). After all, having your name and personal motto on the side of the thing only carries importance when it is in your hand, right?
Yesterday, I spotted a product announcement for the solution. No longer affects me; my kitchen is a sanctuary, with too many cups in the cupboard. Imagine a mug with a hole in the side. Near the base, so any inflow of coffee is matched by an outflow, unless you have the keyed plug. Genius!
To be fair, there might be a sub with super intelligence, carrying a spare eraser whittled to size, but for the average Joe, your “joe” is safe.
Following a delivery this afternoon, which I’ve been tracking relentlessly online, my piano now has a new voice. Actually, 384 of them, baseline, with the potential for so many more, depending on your hunting skills in odd online archives or your ability to invent new sounds by poking memory locations. All in all, though, my life is now improved. The D-05 is in place, communicating via MIDI and just waiting for me to spend hours and hours examining the spectrum of sound. And I will; I have lots of time on my hands. And coffee. Should be interesting to see what I can do.
