Pretty close to using up October - and next week is change-the-clocks time already. Have I mentioned how much I dislike the time change?
We had our 2 days of Fall here in ATX. Now it's back to warmer, muggy weather till a cold front comes wafting through. Beats triple digits, though.
Ran the sound for a National Honor Society induction ceremony for our friends from the high school across the street. It was a somewhat fancier ceremony than when my kids were inducted, with a guest speaker, and a valiant effort at some pomp and circumstances.
It fell a little short at the point that the NHS key was bestowed on each honored student. The expectation was that as each name is called, the student would cross the stage, an NHS officer would hang the key around the neck of the student, handshakes would occur, and that part of the program would occur with speed and dispatch.
The reality was that the keys, dangling from some type of chain or lanyard and piled in neat stacks on the central table, snagged and tangled together, and before long all of the people on the stage were trying to separate them, and the line was so backed up that whenever a key was untangled, it was thrust in the hand of the recipient and they were hastily sent on their way. You would think that this group would have been smart enough to work that out ahead of time.
According to the National Retail Federation, Americans will spend $9.1 billion dollars on Halloween this year. Elaborate costumes, decorations and festive occasions will add up to a record amount. Clearly, our household is not doing its part. We probably should go buy some candy...and sit at home in the dark and eat it in honor of the occasion.
And finally, here's a test for all of you. If I have "fajita bandit" jotted down in my Blog notes, what exciting story was I going to tell you?
Monday, October 30, 2017
Monday, October 23, 2017
Mondy Meanderings - 10.23.2017
The week has been spent in learning about the audio book business. I have been recording books for years, but this is the first book that I have produced, to use the Audiobook.com term.
To this point, my part in the book process has been to go to the studio, sit in the recording booth, and as I scroll the text of the book on the computer screen, record the words. I go home, and someone else listens to what I have read, comparing it to the text, and makes notes appropriately in the recording software, pointing out those few, extremely rare, almost non-existent occasions when I might have made a teeny little error.
In my next session, I correct those errors (the custom software they use makes that extremely easy) and a few weeks later, I see that book title in the list of published books.
In the audio book production world, it becomes a whole lot more complicated. No commercially-made sound-proof recording booths (at least not on my budget) so you spend a lot of time treating the space you have. You have no idea how complicated it is to get eight 2x3 panels of acoustic foam positioned as a sound barrier that you can hang in front of the room windows, so as to keep the neighbor's A/C noise out. Forget about stopping the sound of the airplanes passing overhead, or the lawn guys mowing any yard on the block, or the garbage trucks, or the,,,
My microphone may be a little too good; I mentioned having to deal with the stomach noises. My current nemesis is a tiny little "pop" that I somehow make with my tongue, or lips, or maybe it's just my eyelids blinking real hard - I don't know, but it really shows up on the recording and it's driving me crazy.
My recording software doesn't scroll the scanned pages, so you have to figure out how to juggle the text while recording. Fortunately, YouTube University had the easy answer. Put the text in a file that you can read from your iPad. No page turning. Didn't know about YouTube University? Just google "YouTube" and any subject you need information on for a plethora of how-to videos. Never mind that they often take opposite positions on a subject: "NEVER do blah, blah blah..." vs. "Blah, blah, blah is the ONLY way to go..."
Then there's quality control - finding and correcting errors. It takes about 30 minutes to record 15 minutes of material (you stop and re-read - a lot). It takes another hour and a half to edit out the re-starts and carefully compare text and audio. Can a person QC his own work? Yes, but it's very time consuming.
Another half-hour is spent in "mastering" the audio. Audible.com has a very rigid set of technical specifications that you have to meet. Each file must measure between -23dB and -18dB RMS, must have peak values no higher than -3db, must have a noise floor no higher than -60dB RMS and must be 192kbs or higher 44.1kHz CBR. No. I have no idea what any of that means. Fortunately, there's software that one can use to meet that criteria, so I'm good.
Tell me again why I thought this was a good idea.
To this point, my part in the book process has been to go to the studio, sit in the recording booth, and as I scroll the text of the book on the computer screen, record the words. I go home, and someone else listens to what I have read, comparing it to the text, and makes notes appropriately in the recording software, pointing out those few, extremely rare, almost non-existent occasions when I might have made a teeny little error.
In my next session, I correct those errors (the custom software they use makes that extremely easy) and a few weeks later, I see that book title in the list of published books.
In the audio book production world, it becomes a whole lot more complicated. No commercially-made sound-proof recording booths (at least not on my budget) so you spend a lot of time treating the space you have. You have no idea how complicated it is to get eight 2x3 panels of acoustic foam positioned as a sound barrier that you can hang in front of the room windows, so as to keep the neighbor's A/C noise out. Forget about stopping the sound of the airplanes passing overhead, or the lawn guys mowing any yard on the block, or the garbage trucks, or the,,,
My microphone may be a little too good; I mentioned having to deal with the stomach noises. My current nemesis is a tiny little "pop" that I somehow make with my tongue, or lips, or maybe it's just my eyelids blinking real hard - I don't know, but it really shows up on the recording and it's driving me crazy.
My recording software doesn't scroll the scanned pages, so you have to figure out how to juggle the text while recording. Fortunately, YouTube University had the easy answer. Put the text in a file that you can read from your iPad. No page turning. Didn't know about YouTube University? Just google "YouTube" and any subject you need information on for a plethora of how-to videos. Never mind that they often take opposite positions on a subject: "NEVER do blah, blah blah..." vs. "Blah, blah, blah is the ONLY way to go..."
Then there's quality control - finding and correcting errors. It takes about 30 minutes to record 15 minutes of material (you stop and re-read - a lot). It takes another hour and a half to edit out the re-starts and carefully compare text and audio. Can a person QC his own work? Yes, but it's very time consuming.
Another half-hour is spent in "mastering" the audio. Audible.com has a very rigid set of technical specifications that you have to meet. Each file must measure between -23dB and -18dB RMS, must have peak values no higher than -3db, must have a noise floor no higher than -60dB RMS and must be 192kbs or higher 44.1kHz CBR. No. I have no idea what any of that means. Fortunately, there's software that one can use to meet that criteria, so I'm good.
Tell me again why I thought this was a good idea.
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
My Mormon ancestors - Part 2 - Tales from the Tree
In Part 1, I wrote about the early years of my near, dear 9th cousin (4 times removed) William Shanks Berry and the family's tragic encounter with Indians. Alas, this was just the beginning of William's troubles.
When the Indian troubles subsided, William and the remaining brother, John, moved to Iron County, Utah where they prospered in the livestock business.They built fine homes in Kanarra, married multiple wives and became became outstanding businessmen in Iron County as well as leaders in the Mormon community. It was because of his status in the Mormon Church that he was sent back to Tennessee in 1884 on a mission. More about that from William's unknown biographer:
"He traveled considerable over the state renewing acquaintances and making friends for the church among the state and city officials and prominent businessmen. He did this as part of his missionary assignment to break down the prejudices that existed against the Mormon Church. In this he had a large measure of success. He had not been gone long when he had a dream that bothered him. He felt that something bad would happen back home, so he wrote [his wife] Lovinia and told her to tell the girls to keep off the horses. The letter seemed sad."
William had been gone just over 4 months when he was killed, along with 5 other men, by a mob in Cain Creek, Tennessee in an act that came to be known as the "Tennessee's Mormon Massacre."
The Tennessee’s Mormon
Massacre, also known as the "Cane Creek Massacre," happened on August 10, 1884 in Lewis County, Tennessee, at the
home
of Jim and Malinda Conder. Five people
were
killed and at least one wounded in this culmination of a conflict
between Mormons and the non LDS community. The attack was precipitated by rumors of "salacious behavior"
on the part of unspecified missionaries. The rumors were accepted as credible
because of the highly publicized practice of polygamy and the recent
emigration of two teenage girls from Lewis County Tennessee to Utah.
According to an LDS website account, "On Sunday morning of August 10, 1884, a group of 14 to 18 men wearing disguises attacked the home where LDS church services were being held. Several shots were fired by the attackers. Two missionaries, John H. Gibbs and William S. Berry, and twenty year old Church member, W. Martin Conder, were killed. As the attackers left, the dead young man’s half-brother, J. Riley Hutson, shot and killed the apparent leader of the gunmen, David Hinson. The attackers returned fire and killed their assailant and severely wounded the two young men’s mother."
"The attackers then left, taking the mortally wounded David Hinson with them. David died within the hour. Riley also lingered for about an hour. He refused treatment, insisting that his friends do what they could for his mother. A doctor was sent for, who turned out to have been among the attackers. The doctor came anyway and treated Malinda, although he set the bone incorrectly consigning her to walk with a cane for the rest of her life."
"The two surviving missionaries eventually made it to the nearest branch of the Church at Shady Grove (aka Duck River, Tenn.) where they...sent a telegram to B. H. Roberts, the acting president of the Southern States Mission. Roberts, who was well known in Lewis County, disguised himself, and secured the bodies of the two missionaries to be shipped home to Utah."
When the Indian troubles subsided, William and the remaining brother, John, moved to Iron County, Utah where they prospered in the livestock business.They built fine homes in Kanarra, married multiple wives and became became outstanding businessmen in Iron County as well as leaders in the Mormon community. It was because of his status in the Mormon Church that he was sent back to Tennessee in 1884 on a mission. More about that from William's unknown biographer:
"He traveled considerable over the state renewing acquaintances and making friends for the church among the state and city officials and prominent businessmen. He did this as part of his missionary assignment to break down the prejudices that existed against the Mormon Church. In this he had a large measure of success. He had not been gone long when he had a dream that bothered him. He felt that something bad would happen back home, so he wrote [his wife] Lovinia and told her to tell the girls to keep off the horses. The letter seemed sad."
William had been gone just over 4 months when he was killed, along with 5 other men, by a mob in Cain Creek, Tennessee in an act that came to be known as the "Tennessee's Mormon Massacre."
According to an LDS website account, "On Sunday morning of August 10, 1884, a group of 14 to 18 men wearing disguises attacked the home where LDS church services were being held. Several shots were fired by the attackers. Two missionaries, John H. Gibbs and William S. Berry, and twenty year old Church member, W. Martin Conder, were killed. As the attackers left, the dead young man’s half-brother, J. Riley Hutson, shot and killed the apparent leader of the gunmen, David Hinson. The attackers returned fire and killed their assailant and severely wounded the two young men’s mother."
"The attackers then left, taking the mortally wounded David Hinson with them. David died within the hour. Riley also lingered for about an hour. He refused treatment, insisting that his friends do what they could for his mother. A doctor was sent for, who turned out to have been among the attackers. The doctor came anyway and treated Malinda, although he set the bone incorrectly consigning her to walk with a cane for the rest of her life."
"The two surviving missionaries eventually made it to the nearest branch of the Church at Shady Grove (aka Duck River, Tenn.) where they...sent a telegram to B. H. Roberts, the acting president of the Southern States Mission. Roberts, who was well known in Lewis County, disguised himself, and secured the bodies of the two missionaries to be shipped home to Utah."
Monday, October 16, 2017
Monday Meanderings - 10.16.2017
If it is not decidedly cooler this morning, I am going to be seriously miffed at the weatherman. The temperatures have crept back into the 90s, as has the humidity, but the weatherman has for several days promised a "cold" front that was to arrive on Sunday. I'm writing this late Sunday and the A/C is still churning and the humidity is still too high. I'll give him until in the morning, and if it's not cool, I'll.... I'll... well, I'll be miffed, that's what.
Editor's Note: It's 55 degrees at 7:30 am, so I am officially un-miffed.That is all.
The home recording studio is progressing nicely. Barb refers to as my "cave" because of all the soundproofing I have on the walls and over the windows. A friend gave me two huge boxes of foam pieces that are about 2 feet by 3 feet and 2 inches thick and I have deployed them strategically to block sound coming in through the window from the outside, and to soak up anything in the room itself.
I've done such a good job, that when I listen to my recordings I mostly hear only myself. A lot of myself. Of course, I want to hear the narration I record, but I also hear, pops and clicks and a wide variety of mouth noises. Noises you normally never hear in an ordinary environment. I've discovered it's a common problem - there are lots of postings in voice-over forums about proper hydration and vocal exercises to deal with mouth noises.
There's also the problem of borborygmus. Okay, I'm going to give you a couple of minutes to google that. Got it?
Yep. The old stomach going after it. Problem is, it happens all the time and you seldom are aware of it. Sure, occasionally there is the serious bout of gas, but it's the little gurgles that get you. Only when you are listening critically, at a high volume level, do you hear them - right in the middle of your narration. And even then, you are not sure if it's real or if it's Memorex, so you have to stop and replay that section to see if it repeats. And if it's on the recording you have to re-do that section.
Who knew the voice-over business was so... well, personal.
Editor's Note: It's 55 degrees at 7:30 am, so I am officially un-miffed.That is all.
The home recording studio is progressing nicely. Barb refers to as my "cave" because of all the soundproofing I have on the walls and over the windows. A friend gave me two huge boxes of foam pieces that are about 2 feet by 3 feet and 2 inches thick and I have deployed them strategically to block sound coming in through the window from the outside, and to soak up anything in the room itself.
I've done such a good job, that when I listen to my recordings I mostly hear only myself. A lot of myself. Of course, I want to hear the narration I record, but I also hear, pops and clicks and a wide variety of mouth noises. Noises you normally never hear in an ordinary environment. I've discovered it's a common problem - there are lots of postings in voice-over forums about proper hydration and vocal exercises to deal with mouth noises.
There's also the problem of borborygmus. Okay, I'm going to give you a couple of minutes to google that. Got it?
bor·bo·ryg·musˌ
bôrbəˈriɡməs/
borborygmus; plural noun: borborygmi
A rumbling or gurgling noise made by the movement of fluid and gas in the intestines.
Yep. The old stomach going after it. Problem is, it happens all the time and you seldom are aware of it. Sure, occasionally there is the serious bout of gas, but it's the little gurgles that get you. Only when you are listening critically, at a high volume level, do you hear them - right in the middle of your narration. And even then, you are not sure if it's real or if it's Memorex, so you have to stop and replay that section to see if it repeats. And if it's on the recording you have to re-do that section.
Who knew the voice-over business was so... well, personal.
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
My Mormon ancestors - Part 1 - Tales from the Tree
It surprises me somewhat to find that there is quite a large group of Mormons, or LDS adherents hanging out in the family tree. The large part is not surprising; when you have a half dozen wives (or in the case of one over-achieving relative, an even dozen), large families are the norm. I guess it's the choice of religion that surprises me. Most of the family tends to be in the conservative evangelical tribes, or maybe that just reflects my own bias.
At any rate, there's a bunch of Mormons in the mix, and some of them have interesting stories. Like the Berry family, whose roots stretch back to the American Revolution. They took up residence in Tennessee when it was necessary to build the cattle and pig pens adjacent to the house because of marauding bears. Jesse Woods Berry and his wife Armelia Shanks appear to be the first Mormons in the family, and left Tennessee to join a multitude of Joseph Smith followers in building Nauvoo, Illinois - a Mormon stronghold.
Jesse died in Navoo, and Armelia, with four sons and six daughters, joined the Brigham Young-led exodus to Utah. It's there that we pick up the story. In the fall of 1865, Armelia and sons Joseph, who was single, and Robert and his wife, went to spend the winter with relatives in Spanish Fork and also to purchase seed grain. Late in March, 1866, Joseph, Robert and Robert's wife started home leaving mother Berry still visiting with her married daughters.
Because of the illness and death of Robert's child, they were delayed in departing with the company with whom they had intended to travel; consequently, they made the trip alone. On April 2, they reached Short Creek and were attacked by Indians. The battle was brief and deadly, and all were tortured and killed.
Another of Armelia's sons, William Berry, was at home in Berryville, and knowing that the brothers were on the road, grew anxious about them. An unknown biographer of William described his actions thusly:
"He saddled his horse and rode out to meet them. Stopping at a grassy spot to let the horse feed, he knelt in prayer for their safety. As he did so, a vision was opened to him of their mutilated bodies laying in their ransacked wagon. Horrified, he quickly mounted and rode his horse for help. He soon met a friendly Indian who was coming to tell him about the tragedy. He sent the Indian on to Berryville to tell his brother, John, while he hurried on to Grafton for help."
"A posse was quickly organized to recover the bodies to bring them to Grafton where they were buried. Word was dispatched to settlers who were scattered throughout Southern Utah to gather into larger centers for protection. The Black Hawk War had reached the south and the Indians were on a rampage."
"William tried to find the Indians who killed his family and he thought he knew who they were. The story is told that William found 2 Indians in a log cabin and was sure that they were among those who had killed his family. With one Indian backed against the wall and the point of a butcher knife pricking his bare abdomen, William tried to make him tell what he knew."
"When the Indian said that he was one of the guilty party, William could hardly restrain himself, and he felt that if he killed the Indian it would settle the score. Then the Indian did a brave thing that brought William to his senses, he calmly folded his arms, looked William straight in the eye and stood solid. He spoke no word and for a moment the two stood staring at each other. At this time it was made known to William that vengeance was the Lord's and that he wouldn't want the blood of any man on his hands. So he told the Indian to get out. The incident taught William a lesson in self-control which he would never forget."
But we are not done with William Shanks Berry, my 9th cousin 4 times removed (try and diagram that relationship chart). In Part 2, we pick up the story of the Tennessee Mormon Massacre.
At any rate, there's a bunch of Mormons in the mix, and some of them have interesting stories. Like the Berry family, whose roots stretch back to the American Revolution. They took up residence in Tennessee when it was necessary to build the cattle and pig pens adjacent to the house because of marauding bears. Jesse Woods Berry and his wife Armelia Shanks appear to be the first Mormons in the family, and left Tennessee to join a multitude of Joseph Smith followers in building Nauvoo, Illinois - a Mormon stronghold.
Jesse died in Navoo, and Armelia, with four sons and six daughters, joined the Brigham Young-led exodus to Utah. It's there that we pick up the story. In the fall of 1865, Armelia and sons Joseph, who was single, and Robert and his wife, went to spend the winter with relatives in Spanish Fork and also to purchase seed grain. Late in March, 1866, Joseph, Robert and Robert's wife started home leaving mother Berry still visiting with her married daughters.
Because of the illness and death of Robert's child, they were delayed in departing with the company with whom they had intended to travel; consequently, they made the trip alone. On April 2, they reached Short Creek and were attacked by Indians. The battle was brief and deadly, and all were tortured and killed.
Another of Armelia's sons, William Berry, was at home in Berryville, and knowing that the brothers were on the road, grew anxious about them. An unknown biographer of William described his actions thusly:
"He saddled his horse and rode out to meet them. Stopping at a grassy spot to let the horse feed, he knelt in prayer for their safety. As he did so, a vision was opened to him of their mutilated bodies laying in their ransacked wagon. Horrified, he quickly mounted and rode his horse for help. He soon met a friendly Indian who was coming to tell him about the tragedy. He sent the Indian on to Berryville to tell his brother, John, while he hurried on to Grafton for help."
"A posse was quickly organized to recover the bodies to bring them to Grafton where they were buried. Word was dispatched to settlers who were scattered throughout Southern Utah to gather into larger centers for protection. The Black Hawk War had reached the south and the Indians were on a rampage."
"William tried to find the Indians who killed his family and he thought he knew who they were. The story is told that William found 2 Indians in a log cabin and was sure that they were among those who had killed his family. With one Indian backed against the wall and the point of a butcher knife pricking his bare abdomen, William tried to make him tell what he knew."
"When the Indian said that he was one of the guilty party, William could hardly restrain himself, and he felt that if he killed the Indian it would settle the score. Then the Indian did a brave thing that brought William to his senses, he calmly folded his arms, looked William straight in the eye and stood solid. He spoke no word and for a moment the two stood staring at each other. At this time it was made known to William that vengeance was the Lord's and that he wouldn't want the blood of any man on his hands. So he told the Indian to get out. The incident taught William a lesson in self-control which he would never forget."
But we are not done with William Shanks Berry, my 9th cousin 4 times removed (try and diagram that relationship chart). In Part 2, we pick up the story of the Tennessee Mormon Massacre.
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