Mr. Hotel's New Writeupshttp://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=Mr. Hotel2005-04-28T20:53:35Zdecibel (idea)http://m.everything2.com/user/Mr.+Hotel/writeups/decibelMr. Hotelhttp://m.everything2.com/user/Mr.+Hotel2005-04-28T20:53:35Z2005-04-28T20:53:35ZWhen <a href="/title/Alexander+Graham+Bell">Alexander Graham Bell</a> (harbinger of <a href="/title/telemarketing">telemarketers</a> and <a href="/title/your+future+brain+tumor">your future brain tumor</a>) invented the <a href="/title/telephone">telephone</a>, he needed a simple way to deal with the changes in power that occur from <a href="/title/transformer">transformer</a> to <a href="/title/more+than+meets+the+eye">transformer</a>. Hence the <a href="/title/Bel">Bel</a>, commonly expressed in decibels (dB), a <a href="/title/logarithm">logarithmic ratio</a> of change between two signals. The decibel, as it turns out, can also be used as a handy dandy reference with numerous applications, especially in the fields of electronics and audio, and also plate tectonics.
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The decibel, as the unit of acoustic pressure that it is most widely refered to, is a logarithmic ratio of pressure, also known as <a href="/title/dB+SPL">dB SPL</a> (or <a href="/title/Sound+Pressure+Level">Sound Pressure Level</a>). An increase in 10 dB SPL is an increase of pressure by a factor of 3.16. <a href="/title/Sound+is+pressure">Sound is pressure</a>. However, the way we perceive sound, a difference of 10 dB SPL is only twice as loud, so a nearby <a href="/title/jackhammer">jackhammer</a> (140 dB SPL) is 64 times louder than a standard dial tone (80 dB SPL). The range of<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Pizza dough (thing)http://m.everything2.com/user/Mr.+Hotel/writeups/Pizza+doughMr. Hotelhttp://m.everything2.com/user/Mr.+Hotel2005-03-23T23:16:28Z2005-03-23T23:16:28Z<p>
P<small>RESENTING</small> an effective recipe for simpletons and brainiacs alike. W<small>HOLLY NUTRICIOUS</small>, <small>DECEPTIVELY SIMPLE</small>, <small>DECIDEDLY NON-EXCREMENTAL</small>, <small>RAMBUNCIOUSLY ECONOMICIAL</small>. Great for parties, weekends, drunkos, perverts, the unwashed and, most of all, the unfed. Nice when you want to make pizza but don't want to have to put up with the vagaries of <a href="/title/yeast">yeast</a>, a tempermental substance. New wonder recipe requires little preparation time, and includes man's most important contribution to the natural order: <b>beer</b>.
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You will need the following materials, found in most American kitchens, pantries, and supermarkets:
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<li>3 1/2 cups <a href="/title/flour">flour</a>
<li>1 tbsp <a href="/title/baking+powder">baking powder</a>
<li>1/2 tsp <a href="/title/salt">salt</a>
<li>24 oz <a href="/title/beer">beer</a> (two regular cans/bottles) (one for you, one for 'za)
<li><a href="/title/olive+oil">olive oil</a>
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You may desire to add to taste:
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<li><a href="/title/garlic">garlic</a> powder (mixes nicer than fresh garlic)
<li><a href="/title/jerk+seasoning">jerk seasoning</a>
<li>crushed <a href="/title/red+pepper">red pepper</a>
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Clark had an acoustic guitar, broken where the neck meets the body, taped together, producing some fantastic effects (should one be able to hold it together properly). He had created a drum set out of microphone stands and sound card effects, a typewriter. He learned how to play and sing at the same time from countless attempts at reproducing <a href="/title/In+the+Aeroplane+Over+the+Sea">In the Aeroplane Over the Sea</a>.
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We were a band without a name. We were kids and all we wanted to do was leave behind our little smudge on the great legacy of rock and roll. I met Clark while ringing him up at the <a href="/title/Tower+Records">Tower Records</a> register. I asked him, "You know anything about this <a href="/title/indie+rock">indie rock</a> shit?" and he told me, "Brother, I know plenty." After that, we<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…acid (thing)http://m.everything2.com/user/Mr.+Hotel/writeups/acidMr. Hotelhttp://m.everything2.com/user/Mr.+Hotel2004-02-18T02:21:12Z2004-02-18T02:21:12Z<p>
Lordy, I love playing with Acid.
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It's not the same, I know, as turntables, but I am on a budget and this is the best an old mix tape fiend has right now. I mean, my tape deck doesn't even work (actually, it's my receiver that's fuct, but potayto potahto).
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I am not a <a href="/title/power+user">power user</a>. There are, likely, people who know more about this program than I do. All I hope to do here is pass on a couple of tips I've learned through my various mistakes with a program I never read the manual to. You, a legitimately licensed and experienced user of Acid, may have no need to peruse my idle ramblings on the piece of software that has dominated my life for the past year.
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Strangely, it's not a <a href="/title/video+game">video game</a>. Strangely, it's not the aforementioned <a href="/title/Fruityloops">Fruityloops</a>, which I consider a video game. A pretty video game, more representitive of actual <a href="/title/drum+machine">drum machine</a>s than Acid; but, then, Acid was never meant to reproduce your 808. Acid is a loop factory, <a href="/title/a+canvas+for+sound">a canvas for sound</a>, whereas Fruityloops, <a href="/title/Reason">Reason</a>, et al,<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Prosenoder's Cup 2003 (person)http://m.everything2.com/user/Mr.+Hotel/writeups/Prosenoder%2527s+Cup+2003Mr. Hotelhttp://m.everything2.com/user/Mr.+Hotel2003-09-26T18:24:14Z2003-09-26T18:24:14Z<p>
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<b>Secret of Mecca</b>
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Mecca leaves his house <a href="/title/every+morning">every morning</a> at seven thirty to complete his sundry tasks. The secondaries change from day, but his <a href="/title/primary">primary</a> is always I Must Not Let Them Know. This morning he is last in line at the <a href="/title/fish+market">fish market</a> with five pounds of <a href="/title/soft+shell+crab">soft shell crab</a> in his hand and his <a href="/title/prime+directive">prime directive</a> is still buzzing away inside his <a href="/title/brain">brain</a>. He hears it like a <a href="/title/click">click</a>. <a href="/title/Clicks+are+better+than+klaxons">Clicks are better than klaxons</a>. He is trading watches with the churchyard keeper. He is getting a tune-up. <a href="/title/Whale+watching">Whale watching</a>. Spontaneous tapping on the elevator wall. He is writing out <a href="/title/pi">pi</a> to its 167th decimal on the door of a stall in the bathroom of a major mall <a href="/title/department+store">department store</a>. Lobby. He executes his missions deftly and always remains conscious that he, even he, could be exposed.
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He is on his bike and <a href="/title/coasting+freely">coasting freely</a> down a steep city hill when calamity occurs and all he has time to do before he hits a car door being opened in front of him is calculate his <a href="/title/trajectory">trajectory</a> and<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Slint (person)http://m.everything2.com/user/Mr.+Hotel/writeups/SlintMr. Hotelhttp://m.everything2.com/user/Mr.+Hotel2003-02-18T08:32:35Z2003-02-18T08:32:35ZClark (you may or may not know him) always said that Slint was ahead of even our time. That is to say, while some people in the eighties and just after were having dreams of making quiet noisy instrumental subvocal rock and having it become even vaguely popular, Slint had woken up from the dream, made the records, and gone back to bed (although, I guess, yes <a href="/title/Talk+Talk">Talk Talk</a> and <a href="/title/Ride">Ride</a> and all, but they and Slint are practically a world a part). This was before <a href="/title/post-rock">post-rock</a> was even a word. Pre-post-rock. Imagine how exciting it must've been to be at the cusp of all those meaningless prefixes.
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<a href="/title/Man...+or+Astro-Man%253F">Man... or Astro-Man?</a>'s big haha premise included a bit about them bringing us the music of the future in metered doses. <a href="/title/If+you+are+not+weened+on+it%252C+the+music+of+the+future+will+likely+carbonize+your+brain">If you are not weened on it, the music of the future will likely carbonize your brain</a>. Slint was a little like that.
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Even today, the future!, Slint's like that.
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