That word apace in my previous post might have been a bit of an exaggeration. A snail’s pace, perhaps. There is progress, but not as much or as fast as I’d like. Things are creeping along.
The psychophysics and perception lab stuff now has a home on GitHub. I seem to be becoming a collector of GitHub organisations named after UCL module codes. An obscure hobby, admittedly, but mine own. I suspect there will be more to come—probably at least comp0161, though to date Colab alone has sufficed for that. My generative music sketch from the summer has decomposed into two parts (lab1 & lab2, both still very much works in progress), with a third chapter on synthesis and effects currently just a twinkle in its father’s eye. These labs are a bit short (one UCL hour) and their schedule a bit random, so the narrative arc might not really hang together. The arc for comp0160 ought to be more solid—weekly two hour practicals for a month, with a high value season finale (40% of the marks)—but I’m still shaky on many of the details. Especially how it all comes together at the end. I hope I won’t have to bring in a man with a gun.
All this has been somewhat overshadowed by sudden parental death. Not my own parent, but the next best thing. We’re at an age where such things should perhaps not come as a surprising—the mother of some of Ian’s friends from the same village died just a couple of days later—but of course they always are surprising, it always comes as a shock.
So, yes, we are all shocked.
I am back in London for the moment, but will be up to Wales again for the funeral (strictly, the memorial) next week. It’s sure to be a rib-tickler. In the meantime: students and coursework and panic and perhaps even—very, very occasionally—blogging.