A cargo of amphorae
Finally. Even though the snowfall was light, hardly an impediment to transport, minds better placed than mine decided that it was time to take a break. By 06h05, the school board website had a notice up, I’d received my phone call as part of a chain, and there was a directed email. Our presence would not be required in the office. To be fair, snow continued to fall during the dy, and without taking a a trip on the open highway, I can’t speak to the potential for danger. I did use the time well, managing to complete the week’s efforts in the two online courses. And now, with the day closing, I am ready for the usual relaxation of the weekend.
Put some time into model comparisons of audio interfaces this afternoon. There are dozens available; USB, Firewire, PCI-e. Various sampling rates, and the array of preamps bewilders. I have a price point to respect, and after careful analysis, I cast my lot with the Steinberg nation. At least on paper, a huge step forward from the tiny model I had purchased for other projects. No rush; when it comes I will add it to the store of equipment, ready for a time when my hours off are not counted on the fingers and toes.
This evening, Thalassa took us to Corsica, where we visited various reserves. Protected plants, protected fish, protected birds, protected wreck sites. In two cases, the team found cargo loads of oil lamps and amphorae going back more than two millenia. The robotic arm wasn’t very delicate, but one of the lamps even had a manufacturer’s label. Nothing really changes.
