Back to the fork
In my younger days, I owned a tuning fork. Used a tuning fork. Knew about that sweet spot on my mastoid, allowing “natural amplification” while trying to coax a set of recalitrant timpani up to pitch during a long rest. Oh, the skills we needed. When it came time to move to other instruments, I learned that my violin could be brought into tune by use of the fork (and harmonics). Felt good, too.
So, here I am with new technologies to distract. The electronic piano is one way of getting my A-440, but that new app on the iPad that strobes is way cooler. Slower, perhaps… but way cooler. I even verified the pitch of the piano with the app, and then turned around and calibrated the app with the piano. Because, you know. Maybe tomorrow I will find my tuning fork, and bring the process full circle. In the privacy of my basement, where others will never see.
Oh, and the new guitar has been “tuned down” a full tone. The capo is parked on the headstock. I am following “best practices” long before I get around to practicing.
In the “what else could they do?” news, a familiar sandwich chain is now defending their 50% chicken sandwiches. The company says that the DNA lab is in error, and that their product is what they say it is. The inclusion of soy protein in the ingredient list is just, well, it just is.
Makes my frozen chicken burgers, on standby in my refrigerator for a sudden hunger attack, seem positively nutritious by comparison.
