“When I say I’m alright don’t look into my eyes, ’cause you’ll see I’m not alright”
Picture from: https://www.depressioncomix.com/posts/005/
Lyrics: “I’m not alright” by Storm & her Dirty Mouth. Listen here: https://www.stormlargedownloads.com/storm-hdm-misc.htm
After a long hiatus one of the best funk bands from La Plata, Chavannes, is back!
I missed their return last year but this one I managed to catch them as a birthday gift for myself.
The sound and crowd were great. The food too.
While walking to the car I spotted a cat on the street. I whistled and without hesitation she came to me:
I just saw Kim and Kelley performing at the Tiny Desk on NPR and they’re amazing, just like the old times but with a heavy dose of confidence and peace that only experience can bring.
Today I was trying to finish some drafts and sorting out material for the next ones when gossiping around I got the news that Dolores O’Riordan, the lead singer of the Cranberries, passed away earlier this week.
I missed them whey they came to Argentina but they’ll always be special for me, as the first time I kissed a girl (that later became a Real Woman, unlike most of her contemporary gals) we were dancing like dorks to the tune of Ode to My Family.
Las night I had the privilege of meeting Kubero Díaz, a legend of argentinian music.
It’s refreshing seeing someone so great being so natural and friendly, without airs of big star. He talked a lot about his adventures with Jorge Pinchevsky in Europe and played many songs for us with the same energy he had on his youth.
I bought his last work, a magnificent cd with a beautiful crafted artwork, and he had the generosity of signing it.
Yesterday José Larralde came to Berisso.
I always wanted to see him live but all of his appearances were on hard to reach places.
He gifted us with a magnificent show of a bit less than four hours.
This year I did not attend to many shows but this was one of the bests.
Yesterday I went to see Patricia Sosa at the Playón Municipal.
She used to move me, make me cry, laugh. But I was like, meh, nothing. All the people around cheering and singing and nothing.
All I had in my head was that old Rilo Kiley song (Paint’s peeling)
And i feel nothing, not safe
It’s a hard day for dreaming again
…
There was this old lady at our club that used to calm discussions with this adage:
If you don’t have anything nice to say, just don’t. Unless it’s important.
She was very very quiet.
I have more than enough ranting material but, on the other arm of the scale I have this that makes me feel warm inside and takes away all the pain.
A while ago one of my Best Friends published his first album, Clusterobvia.
We were long out of touch despite living near and one Thursday tagged along for tea and snacks with a mutual Best Friend to catch up (quite a bizarre triangle).
He brought two copies and we discovered that our names appear on the credits with words so nice and heartwarming beyond description.
It’s so wonderful seeing the dreams of a close friend come true. I’m very guilty of keeping feelings to myself and so when reading the booklet there was such a revelation of how much we value each other.
Thanks.
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how can I make nice and easily customizable interfaces for video applications. My idea of ‘nice’ is kind of orthogonal to what most of my expected user base will want, and by ‘easily customizable’ I don’t mean ‘go edit this glade file / json stage / etc’.
Clutter and MX are great to make good looking interfaces and like Gtk have something that resembles css to style stuff and can load an ui from an xml or json file. However, they will need sooner or later a mix developer and a designer. And unless you do something up front, the interface is tied to the backend process that does the heavy video work.
So, seeing all the good stuff we are doing with Caspa, the VideoEditor, WebVfx and our new magical synchronization framework I questioned:
Why instead of using Gtk, can’t I make my ui with html and all the fancy things that are already made?
And while we are at it I want process isolation, so if the ui crashes (or I want to launch more than one to see side by side different ui styles) the video processing does not stop. Of course, should I want more tightly coupling I can embed WebKit on my application and make a javascript bridge to avoid having to use something like websockets to interact.
One can always dream…
Then my muse appeared and commanded me to type. Thankfully, mine is not like the poor soul on “Blank Page” had.
So I type, and I type, and I type.
‘Till I made this: two GStreamer pipelines, outputting to auto audio and video sinks and also to a webkit process. Buffers travel thru shared memory, still they are copied more than I’d like to but that makes things a bit easier and helps decoupling the processes, so if one stalls the others don’t care (and anyway for most of the things I want to do I’ll need to make a few copies). Lucky me I can throw beefier hardware and play with more interesting things.
I expect to release this in a couple of weeks when it’s more stable and usable, as of today it tends to crash if you stare at it a bit harder.
Using WebKit to display video from a GStreamer application.
Something free to whoever knows who the singer is without using image search.
Last.fm just suggested that I might enjoy listening to Kidneythieves. Yay for kicking me on the floor.
Solo una modesta opinión…
Enrique Iglesias no es música funcional (a qué o quién?).
Pasar “La era de la boludez” completo en un cumple de 80 no da, vamos eh?
Encontrarte a mitad de cuadra una pileta [container] pública y un montón de gente piola
Tocar candombe y cantar en una noche hermosa…
Para después bailar hasta el amanecer
y llegar tres dias después a tu casa sin voz con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja.
Vení, sumate, siempre vienen bien mas instrumentos. Acá tenés la partitura que estamos ensayando.
Que qué va ahí? Ni idea, el otro chico siempre inventaba algo; total todas las variaciones se parecen.
Total que más da, si no tengo (aún?) el trozo de cerebro para sacar canciones de oído. La próxima vez que vaya a Capital paso por la Biblioteca Nacional y me llevo una copia…
Variación tachada de Canaro en París
Para la misma persona. Es impresionante la cantidad de clavijas baratas y no tanto que veo rotas. Después del saltito el proceso de construcción.
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