February 12th, 2001

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The care and feeding of the muse

So I mentioned the muse that came to me yesterday. I awoke at 5:00 a.m. with the fading vision of a dream. It was all about The Enchanted Convention (Where the sf fen go/They don't go to Hell) and the arrival of Gordon R. Dickson there. (For those of you that missed it, Gordy died Jan 31.)

Misty visions of Gordy being greeted by other dear departed fen and writers as they welcome him into that Big Consuite in the Sky filled my head. I have a vague plotline weaving through there as well. I'm guessing it'll end up as a couple of thousand words and make a fitting tribute to not only Gordy but those that have gone before.

Now, of course, I'm at work. So work things have started to infiltrate that lovely vision, taking up the space. The muse, buffeted by this influx has gone to sulk in the corner. Muses are tempermental beasts that way.

Best I can figure, I'll have to go listen to some Irish music to bring her out of her sulk. Fortunately, Todd Menton is at the Dubliner tonight and the Tim Malloys are at the Half Time Rec tomorrow. If they don't get her all peppy again, the Guinness surely will.
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I love surprises

So I didn't actually get out to listen to Irish music this evening. It seemed the better part of valor to stay home with my main sweetie and the pets that missed me terribly over the weekend. (The elder cat has filed a detailed memorandum of protest with Amnesty International, we fear.)

But rather than miss out on that Celtic inspiration altogether, I threw my CDs by The Tim Malloys into the iMac (Grape, as purple is Ericka's favorite color) and fired up the new iTunes program from Apple. It seemed at first glance a fairly standard tune player. Then I saw this button at the bottom:
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Without a label, I was a bit mystified. So I clicked it and the display of song titles (automatically looked up over the 'net, spiff) was replaced by a psychedelic display of lines and colors that moved with the music. Further toying around got the display to go into full screen mode. Lines pulsed to the strum of guitar and rasp of Adam's voice. The images shifted and flowed, overlapping and enhancing the next.

It reminded me of the light shows that local fan Richard Tatge used to do for many performances (and still does, as far as I know). So, if you've got a Mac, go have a look. I hope you're a pleased as I am. (And now I have a perfect thing to toss into the mix for my next party....)