Famous gull on smoke patrol
One day. That’s all it took to destroy (yet another) dream of our local emperor. He had it all worked out; the invitation to Rome, as a special guest at the coronation of another head of state who had once worked in HIS city. And then the smoke turned white.
I’m all over that story, now. Took the requisite fifteen minutes. On to other things.
Trying to motivate myself for an hour or two of online video lectures. Approaching deadline, etc. I did the quiz set from the stuff I watched over the weekend, but things have changed. Under the “new method”, I’m invited to submit my quiz, view the score and the corrections, and then resubmit. As many times as needed to get a perfect score. Should keep the class average up. What with more than fifty thousand classmates, the teacher doesn’t have a clue about who I am. No, really. Talk about being a name among so many others. I’m still learning, so I guess the system isn’t that shabby.
Talking with a music teacher who also is interested by the whole recording studio trip. He, like me, lusts after microphones that cost mucho dinero. Among serious gearheads, there is a belief (almost religious in intensity) that the right piece of equipment will solve all problems (and provide a cure for hunger and world peace). Not sure? Check it out for yourself: Gearslutz.com in a browser near you.
This is a famous gull. Again, that fifteen minutes of fame. Not just for people.
