I've not been visiting much. I don't know if I will get around tonight. Probably tomorrow.
What I've been doing lately is absorbing myself into my hobbies. I had completely torn apart a guitar amplifier that I'd made. You can read about that amp and other stuff here.
I did some modifications and improvements with some military spec parts. I had problems getting it working again, but I'm smart and figured out that I had a power tube lug shorting out to a heater wire. It was so compact and hard to see that I couldn't find the problem until I resorted to turning everything on and attacking the guts with a chopstick to see what happened (very smart).
I accidentally got bitten by the mains supply while doing this. Fortunately, it wasn't the power transformer's secondaries that my thumb hit--that would have been 680 VAC rather than the house current of 120 VAC that I got hit with.
The other amp I worked on was the 1957 Gibson Skylark of mine. I just installed a negative feedback bypass to have the option of even order harmonics with my signal. Translation: I can either have it normal and deeper sounding or richer and chimey. I know you all feel me on this.
Getting lost in these things has helped me de-stress from all the family's and my health issues. I know it has kept me away from all of you, but I needed to do it.
I went back a year in my archives and noticed how often and how righteously I used to bring it with my posts. Hopefully, I will be able to do a bit more of that soon. It has been hard to tap into that part of me when I'm busy being a chemo zombie.
From a favorite Townes Van Zandt tune of mine:
"If I had no place to fall,
And I needed to,
Could I count on you
To lay me down?"
I can't figure out if he needed rest or needed to get laid, but the way he sings it is beautifully sad in his longing, gentle phrase.
Alright, I gotta get up early to get a bunch of nasty chemicals pumped into me. Laters!
3 years ago