tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86518986470934377852012-01-17T19:04:36.972-05:00Thoughts and fragments on music, computers, boats, animals, and other pleasuresAbraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-49499675406480086082009-11-17T09:30:00.000-05:002009-11-17T09:30:54.638-05:00

I just got my invitation on Saturday to try out the developer release of Google Wave.  Since then, I've had a chance to invite a few people and play around a bit.  The first few minutes left me fairly impressed -- not by how it looks, but instead by the uncanny knowledge of something foreign and entirely mysterious under the glib interface.  This is some powerful software.  But what can the power

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-26431302818068581202009-10-03T09:59:00.000-04:002009-10-03T09:59:50.273-04:00

My apologies, but the online version of the tune generator is currently not working.  It has been hosted on the CS computer at Marlboro, but the CGI script is no longer doing its job.  When I try to navigate to it from the CS student work page, sometimes it comes up fine, but when I refresh the page, the script has only a blank offering.  Rather than try to keep it up on a remote server, I may

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-12699558021757705912009-09-28T17:05:00.006-04:002009-09-28T17:21:05.408-04:00

This is Dory, the newest (and cutest) member of my household. Her father is a black lab and her mother is a German Shepard, husky mix, both from Waldoboro. She is about 12 weeks old, about 16 pounds, and growing faster than bamboo. The photo above is from about age 8-weeks, and the one below is within the last few days. She's a real sweetie! (When she's not savaging our possessions to shreds or

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-9499472221310728492009-09-24T15:34:00.003-04:002009-09-24T15:50:39.663-04:00

For my musical enterprises, I've opened up website at abrahamstimson.com. I realized it was high time to put together an online press-kit like one expects most professional musicians to have. Suggestions are welcome, especially regarding the content of the site, i.e., what would someone interested in hiring me want to know about me. The overall look of the site, including things like the CSS

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-59232471993325611252008-05-20T13:10:00.002-04:002008-05-20T13:19:16.237-04:00

Graduation was Sunday. Though the weather people were calling for rain all day, it actually turned out to be beautiful weather throughout the whole event, and only spattered a little rain in the late afternoon as everyone was heading home. I was lucky to have a nice assortment of family and friends present, and the whole ordeal seems kind of a blur. It was also my Grandpop's 80th birthday

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-52950543787478781672008-05-10T13:06:00.002-04:002008-05-10T14:18:45.234-04:00

I had my concert last night, and it seemed to go pretty well. A fair number of people came, and the sound was good in the theater space. It was more difficult than I thought to play computer generated tunes alongside those I've been playing for years. Some were downright awkward. But others were actually quite believable, and to test how believable they really were, I would play set without

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-45667421235981941862008-04-18T11:23:00.002-04:002008-04-20T19:12:21.974-04:00

I'll be giving a short concert of Irish fiddle music at Marlboro College on Friday, May 9, beginning at 8:30 pm and probably running just over an hour in length. It's open to the public, so please come. The repertoire will include traditional fiddle tunes, and some computer-generated tunes thrown into the mix -- see if can you guess which ones they are.

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-89707213656273112422008-04-15T15:57:00.000-04:002008-04-15T16:28:27.672-04:00

I've been working on a "celtic" tune generator for the past several months as a project withing Marlboro's Computer science department. It's a lot of fun, though is has consumed quite a bit of time in the making. This is only a preliminary version of the web site, and showcases just a few of the features my Common Lisp program supports. I'll post links to the code at some point as well. An

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-42516187373035016512007-02-13T21:33:00.000-05:002007-02-14T10:48:20.835-05:00

Oooh. . . I'm full of spicy Thai food and feeling rather fine. It was a nice evening out and about with friends, and now I'm getting ready to relax for a while with some reading, music homework, math, and a little chocolate before going to be. But first, our trip into town was worth recounting, mainly because our first errand was to the "One Stop" pet store in Brattleboro, where a kindly

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-43773659222655745742007-02-11T17:29:00.000-05:002007-02-11T17:38:14.995-05:00

Here's the flower I've been talking about! Each of the three blossoms is about eight inches wide. Check out this Wikipedia article on Amaryllis.

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-64124825698180418692007-02-10T14:17:00.000-05:002007-02-11T19:30:52.342-05:00

It's too bad that our tea Kettle didn't whistle. It always boiled water fine, very readily in fact, but never a single note did it produce in its tea-making experience. This one flaw, combined with spaciness and tiredness on my part, brought its life to an abrupt and unfortunate end Wednesday night.At about 12:00 am I noticed that my programming homework made less and less sense, so I it

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-10275660875397940482007-02-05T18:43:00.000-05:002007-02-05T22:44:26.988-05:00

It's been remarkably cold lately, and windy, too. It's the kind of cold that seers your nostrils and makes your eye sockets ache; it is inspiration to walk briskly and to spend as little time exposed as possible. This afternoon, as I was walking on the college campus, a particular gust of wind took me nearly off my feet! The snow is falling out of the sky lazily, but once it reaches ground

Abraham Stimsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651898647093437785.post-29635396571010997212007-02-04T18:49:00.000-05:002007-02-05T22:40:15.416-05:00

So here I come; here I am making my crash-landing into cyberspace. It's a little bit frightening because it feels sort of like a one-way ticket into huge, scary, somewhat foreign world. I never really considered starting a blog, but then some recent head-scratching could turn up no good reason not to start one--so I did. And here I am. I'm only hoping that it does not become addictive

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