High school:
We boarded a plane from North Carolina bound for Texas to hang out at a museum for a day. After about an hour, the captain, in a very thick Russian accent, announced that we were actually going to Moscow. Convenient, he said, since we were already flying in the right direction... except we weren't.
Apparently, they needed a bunch of American high school kids to stand around on a large piece of metal that kept flying away. The local population couldn't hold it down properly.
#WeirdDream
Greetings. New instance, new #introduction
I'm Patrick, a 40-something, totally blind, hard-of-hearing, #ActuallyAutistic man from New York City, born and raised in North Carolina.
I once had ambitions to play music professionally, but got distracted as a teenager by the actual production/engineering side of music and audio. As a result of all that, I can play several instruments, none of them particularly well. Buttons and knobs are my thing. Analog synthesizers, audio production techniques, outboard gear, microphones, headphones, monitors... Yep, I can talk about that stuff all day long, though all my studio gear is currently inaccessible to me at this time.
I have an I.T. background, but when those prospects dried up, I spent over a decade as a freelance podcast editor and general creative production guy. I still occasionally do those sorts of gigs, but not to the extent I once did.
I received my amateur radio license when I was nine years old. Radio is still magical to me. Though I was out of the hobby for a while, as my hearing continued, and still continues to get worse, making it harder for me to do some of the other things I enjoy, I've gotten back into it again.
I run a multi-mode RoIP network for blind ops, called, appropriately enough, the Blind Hams Network.
You can find my amateur radio account at @N2DYI@mastodon.radio if that sort of thing interests you. I pretty much only post ham radio related stuff there.
I also run @NoiseBox@fwoof.space, a bot that posts a random sound effect every hour.
I have been suicidal in the past. Depression still hits like a ton of bricks. I often post whatever comes across my mind. Those things are sometimes not particularly filtered. You have been warned!
I'm migrating from my old account, @BorrisInABox@mindly.social, but keeping that account as a backup rather than aliasing it, at least for the time being.
There are probably many other things I could say, but I'll leave it here, and let whatever happens speak for itself.
Mastodon's telling me to boost cats if I see them. I don't see 'em, so I don't boost 'em. Sorry, that's the rules.
Sent from a blind guy who doesn't like cats.
Last week, I started an Ableton Move track. Today, I finally finished it.
This is a thing I call "Fly on the Wall." Basically, I just wanted an excuse to use one of the Sliced Loops presets, which are in the latest Move beta, along with one of the new autofilters in combination with a second filter and LFO to make one of the included single-sample E-piano patches sound less boring.
A while back, I came up with a silly idea.
What if you got a notification of some kind (audible, visual, a nudge in the back of your mind, whatever) that indicated that something specific you did had an impact on someone?
The notification would not tell you what that thing was, be it positive, neutral, negative, nor would it give a clue as to it's impact, just that it happened.
Would everyone just get constant notifications all the time?
There is an evil wireless phone charger in the house that makes a ton of radio noise everywhere. It can still be picked up with stuff down the street. It's not mine, but I think I will arrange for it to have an accident.
High school:
We boarded a plane from North Carolina bound for Texas to hang out at a museum for a day. After about an hour, the captain, in a very thick Russian accent, announced that we were actually going to Moscow. Convenient, he said, since we were already flying in the right direction... except we weren't.
Apparently, they needed a bunch of American high school kids to stand around on a large piece of metal that kept flying away. The local population couldn't hold it down properly.
#WeirdDream
Greetings. New instance, new #introduction
I'm Patrick, a 40-something, totally blind, hard-of-hearing, #ActuallyAutistic man from New York City, born and raised in North Carolina.
I once had ambitions to play music professionally, but got distracted as a teenager by the actual production/engineering side of music and audio. As a result of all that, I can play several instruments, none of them particularly well. Buttons and knobs are my thing. Analog synthesizers, audio production techniques, outboard gear, microphones, headphones, monitors... Yep, I can talk about that stuff all day long, though all my studio gear is currently inaccessible to me at this time.
I have an I.T. background, but when those prospects dried up, I spent over a decade as a freelance podcast editor and general creative production guy. I still occasionally do those sorts of gigs, but not to the extent I once did.
I received my amateur radio license when I was nine years old. Radio is still magical to me. Though I was out of the hobby for a while, as my hearing continued, and still continues to get worse, making it harder for me to do some of the other things I enjoy, I've gotten back into it again.
I run a multi-mode RoIP network for blind ops, called, appropriately enough, the Blind Hams Network.
You can find my amateur radio account at @N2DYI@mastodon.radio if that sort of thing interests you. I pretty much only post ham radio related stuff there.
I also run @NoiseBox@fwoof.space, a bot that posts a random sound effect every hour.
I have been suicidal in the past. Depression still hits like a ton of bricks. I often post whatever comes across my mind. Those things are sometimes not particularly filtered. You have been warned!
I'm migrating from my old account, @BorrisInABox@mindly.social, but keeping that account as a backup rather than aliasing it, at least for the time being.
There are probably many other things I could say, but I'll leave it here, and let whatever happens speak for itself.
Borris