Up, coffee. Some guitar playing and then more coffee.
Get a text to say I’m not needed today again, so another free-ish day. Send mails to possible other people who might need my assistance, and get a font to amend very, very slightly. In fact it takes more time to straighten out the data (names and so forth) so that it will load and not mess up the designer’s mac than it does to make the change. Font’s are basically tiny bundles of bureaucracy.
Do spend some time trying to get audio stuff, done, though not with a tremendous amount of avail. Also, possible idea for CA video, which is similarly unavailed. Not one of my more productive Thursdays, then.
Although someone does get back to me and ask me to go in tomorrow, so there’s that.
At the very least I want to get out of the flat for a bit, but am finding it very difficult to get anything done.
Try plugging in the camera I videoed the gig with the other day with. It doesn’t turn up on the computer. I’m getting annoyed. Then it strikes me that perhaps it only carries charge (it’s actually for charging something) rather than data. Perhaps I need to be not-stingy and get a new cable. Not quite as stingy as Zoom, who were too cheap to include one in the box, anyway.
Shower and get dressed. Put the probably useless cable in my pocket, for later comparison purposes. Decide to wear shoes that I’ve got stashed in their box on a high shelf, which seems to involve making a big mess. Decide to leave tidying up until I get back again and need to return the shoes. This doesn’t, in fact, seem like top decision-making, but I want fresh air.
Finally leaving the house, I walk up to Tate Modern.
I go to the Wolfgang Tillmans exhibition. Glad I didn’t pay actual money for this. I’m sure everything’s thought out conceptually, but most of it is a bit dull. The most interesting pictures are the ones that are interesting from a photojournalism or travel point of view, but the banality of many of the others pulls them down. Maybe I’m just grumpy.
Then I cross the footbridge and walk along the north bank to Waterloo Bridge, climb the stairs and go to Maplins.
At Maplins I compare the cables they’ve got with the one in my pocket, until I find one that matches. Then I buy it and go home.
Getting home, I try the cable. Yes, of course it works. I’m very dim. Good job I didn’t cause a fuss with Zoom customer support, I’d be very embarrassed right now. I successfully transfer the movies, though I still can’t get it to webcam. Maybe it won’t. Such things are known.
Having got the movies across from the camera, I decide I’ll even edit one for possible uploading. At which point Final Cut Pro crashes catastrophically and (pretty much simultaneously) the voices for the sound job I’ve been working on appear on DropBox. I know when it’s pointless trying to make my own decisions (most of the time, actually).
So the evening is spent putting the newly-recorded vocal tracks into Logic and messing around with them and giving them backings. Hopefully this will be accepted, or I’ll be in trouble.
Find myself arranging arrows in a circle in Illustrator. It’s the new Tetris, and somehow even less useful.