Stuck in a holding pattern
Just because I write about food doesn’t mean that I’m hungry… does it? Anyhow, the two small roasts that had me worried (and hurried) over their best before dates are now done. And half eaten. And stored in the refrigerator. With only the boy and me, supper devolved into its most basic form. We can eat greens tomorrow.
We didn’t get the storm. The warnings stayed active for hours after I had already reported to cubicle patrol, but in the end the sun came out and the day finished just like any other; me waiting for the bus. I’m clearly living a routine. Stuck in a holding pattern, waiting for the permission to spread my wings and fly away. That’s analogous. I have no short term travel plans.
I’m trying to find out (via the non-destructive method of trusting Google) what happens when phantom power meets a microphone that doesn’t need that extra little shot of energy. I understand the basic part. What I need to know is if I can plug a mic into one mixer, and then feed the signal into another mixer – with isolation. My background says yes. My hands’ on says “ask others”. And there are conflicting responses. Who should I trust? Does it matter?
I think I’m going to go to bed, and read. No conflicting information there. And when I wake on the day before the weekend, my sense of delight should be enhanced. At least, that’s my take on things. Have to find a good book to keep me distracted for an hour or two.
